Personal Narrative: My Father Michael Ashe

How one’s culture affect the way we view the world and others are in many different ways, for example Heritage, Family structure, Symbolism,and Judgment are just a few out of many ways culture affect our point of view of the world and others. Furthermore what culture is, is a huge mix of parts that make up someone and who they are. In the Novel “ Two Kinds,” from The Joy Luck Club, by Hayden Herrera, the Short Story “ Everyday Use,” by Alice Walker, the Personal Essay “ Two Ways to Belong in America,” by Bharati Mukherjee, and in the Essay “An Indian Father’s Plea,” by Robert Lake conveys how this is true.

My father, Paul Brandt, is a conservative Democrat with raging conservative views along with my mother, Virginia Brandt, who has an open heart towards people and animals. I have two older siblings, Paul Brandt, Jr., and Danielle Brandt. They do not live at home because they have their own families to care for. My mother and father have always wanted me to have the best that they could provide. That meaning, they found it best that they put me in a conservative private school called Christ The Teacher Catholic School instead of putting me in a public elementary school or middle school like they did with my siblings. I was in that school from kindergarten until fifth grade, and from there I was placed in another conservative private school

Culture is defined as a powerful social force that’s influences our daily lifestyles and events (Tepperman & Albanese, 2014,p. 32). The day I relocated to Canada with my family two years ago, is still fresh in my mind. It was one of the best moments in my life, as well as an unexpected life changing experience that I will never forget. Growing up in Nigeria was like a dream, as I believed that I had it all; friends, family, love, care and everything one can possibly wish for. In Nigeria, our societal values and culture were way different from Canada and the meaning attached to the word ‘family’ was different, owing to the strong bonds,

My partner, Micaya, have the ability to be social with other or great with communication with several people. In addition, she is also creative minded, or she can make the dull things become fun by making creative ideas. One thing she really do is take things in consideration by taking the risk of doing something from other prospective. Micaya is a hard working person that will focus more on her work that she feels like is important and in her interest. To continue, she is always an outgoing, straight forward person who is serious when it comes to her work.

On January 21st, 2018 I interviewed a gentleman by the name of Eric who I have known since him since 2008. He is 35 years old, he grew up two towns over from me, but grew up in an entirely different community. As I talked to Eric, I realize how much he was influenced by his family biologically, psychology and socially.

The Birth of my first, Jayden, was pretty normal, and he was on time. I was in labor for

Everyone in Canada has a different story of how they came here. In this report, I will be explaining how my family immigrated to Canada, as well as the difficulties and challenges of adapting to Canadian life. I will also talk about the difference between the two enriched cultural identities from Sri Lanka to Canada and Switzerland to Canada. As the last point, I will explain my family feelings at the moment of becoming Canadians. My family’s experience as immigrants helped shape who I am.

My father is profoundly wise in the topic of athletics. He knows more ways to get stronger, faster, or even more flexible than anyone I have ever encountered. Putting this knowledge with my determination, we made a rigorous workout plan that we would do at home every single night. One note to make, is that my dad was not forcing me to do these workouts in any way. He asked me if I still wanted soccer to be as exhilarating as it was when I was younger, then I needed to put the time in to my craft every day. Soccer is in my blood, and I was not ready to give it up yet. The workouts were composed of mile runs on the treadmill, medicine ball exercises, and leg strengthening drills. After the preliminary week of this aspiring effort to to achieve

“Prove them wrong” When I was in fourth grade my dad and brother and I were playing basketball at our house, to help my brother practice. I had never played basketball except against my brother, Brayden. My dad would always be our referee and it was a lot of fun. Even though I never beat Brayden. Brayden didn’t think I was very good, and he would have to play easy on me instead of playing as well as he could have played. It really annoyed me I wanted to be as good as him or better because I wanted to actually have a chance to be better than him at one sport.

My step dad has always been weird about how me and my mom get along. Everytime we bond he gets so mad and it is not healthy. He is always trying to put us against each other, trying to make my mom seem like the bad person when I get in trouble or making me look bad infront of my mom. Saying things like my mom being the one who influences him on getting me in trouble or that I am being rude to him and he lies his way into trying to convince us. He invents his own lies and lives in them himself. One day my parents got into an intense argument that led my step dad to kick my mom and I out of the house. At that moment I did not have time to be a child, instead I stood by her and helped her refocus. That morning I had a tie dye shirt drying in the

“Ya son las Cinco y media,” is what my dad would say to me everyday during summer. We would go up to Redlands to this avocado groove to pick avocados. Under the big, tall, leafy trees we would work until our bodies couldn't take it anymore and needed a break. We would work under the hot scorching sun, our faces dripping in sweat until 3:30. I would always get home tired knowing the same thing was waiting for me the next day.

My dad was an alcoholic all my memories consisted of me coming home from my babysitters or school, he would be drunk passed out on the couch with beer bottles everywhere, and nascar on the television.

Culture describes the values and morals behind the interactions and different ways people go about living. Growing up I was fortunate enough to experience cultural differences within my friend group and throughout travels. I have seen cultural differences between continents, cultural differences in regions of the same continent, same country, and even cultural differences within the same city. Culture can describe any size group and any location. For example, the city of Chicago has a very unique culture, and each of the different neighborhoods in the city holds its own sub-culture. My friend group growing up was always very diverse and each of our families held different cultural differences. I myself am a duel citizen of The United States and Italy; my close friend Aziz’s family is from India and my other close friend Dong’s family moved here from Seoul, South Korea. In high school I was also blessed with a foreign exchange student from Mexico City: Rodolfo. I have always loved digging deep into cultures foreign to my own; in this paper I will analyze the different cultures of China (Asia) and The Dominican Republic (Caribbean).

I would like to show yet another pillar of strength in my life. I have referenced him countless times in this essay and many others. Yes, I am talking about the only person I know that can work for nearly twelve hours, and then still be a cheerful upbeat guy. He is my father, Damion Walker, and he is by far only of the weirdest people I have ever met. That is because he is exactly like me but only a little older and a whole lot wiser. He has had to go through tough times like everybody else, but he never complains and keeps trucking on. He puts our family first, and rarely shows his bad side. Everyone that knows him has the utmost respect for him and the highest praises, and I am a part of this list. I do not think I could do everything he

The person I decided to interview was my father, Marlin Olson. He grew up on a small farm near Alexandria, Minnesota. He was 8 years old that year, and he started working and helping out on the farm more. His younger sister was born that year in May. He also vividly remembers that the winter of 68 was a record snowfall year. He said that there was a 25 foot snow drift on the road by his house and that there had to be a dozer called into clear the drift. He said that after the fact he had a “pretty sweet” sledding hill. That winter was where one of his most repetitive stories comes from when comparing snowfall in Nevada to snowfall in Minnesota; He and his family and to tie strings to follow from the house to the outbuildings that contained