Personal Narrative: My Personal Cultural Identity

“Good times in your culture makes good memories”. Good memories can connect to your culture even if it’s good or bad. Your culture can have many different things about it . There’s different kinds of cultures. Some people are dedicated to their culture. People do things in their culture many different ways and some people do things the same way if they have the same culture. My cultural identity is interesting because of all the memories, food, and a specific t.v show.

Allan Rufus wrote “Life is like a game of chess. To win you have to make a move. Knowing which move to make comes with insight and knowledge, and by learning the lessons that are accumulated along the way. We become each and every piece within the game called life!” To me this quote means when you know yourself you can foresee the decisions that you need to make to be beneficial. As you grow older you learn and grow and down the road you get to know yourself on a deeper level. Everything I do, what I see, what I believe in, how I act is and the values that I hold is what makes me who I am. The more I am in synch with my behavior and characteristics the better in tune I am to understanding

The way I see it humans are just biotic machines where people from the first SECOND we are born to expect us to be used to be in their likeness or their standard of code. Luckily, due to a creation of identity and personality, people often never reach that likeness and become different. Cultural identity impacts us for our interests can make a person grow and gain traits. My cultural identity is made up by many factors, Mx-Bones and my mom impacted my life and guided me to be an artist and an aspiring scientist of some sort that is not confirmative and very curious.

I am Scottish and English, but that means absolutely nothing to me. To me I am your classic white american boy. I am from Lake George New York, born in Glens Falls Hospital. I love to watch American football(My team is the NY Jets or the NY Giants) I am a big Gamer, and I LOVE to grill.

Cultural identity doesn’t define who you are, but it does show where you came from. My cultural identity means more than the family I was born into. For example, I may have grown up in a few different states without my father, but that just shows where I came from, not who I am. My personal cultural identity is unique because I have all my memories in photo albums, enjoy having a good steak, and connect with music that gives a glimpse of what I’ve dealt with.

Hook------. There are over seven billion people in the world, and each of them have their own cultural identity. In order for one to understand my cultural identity, one must first understand what happens when Texan blood meets a Louisiana address. Through religion, band, and my future goals, I have my own unique culture.

Finding my culture identity has been a confusing process on if I have one and if I do what is it? Culture to me is the way you live your life and the reason you are living that way.The way my family and I have been doing certain things and how it has impacted us as people.

In retrospect, my high school career could have been described as culturally enriching, and diverse. My four years of high school enabled me to develop a fair amount of close relationships with many students of diverse ethnicities, and backgrounds. My group of friends, many of whom were foreign exchange students at my school, were natives of Spain, Chile, Germany, China, Liberia, South Korea, Turkey, Switzerland, and France. Befriending people from other cultures was an engaging experience that subsequently alters one's outlook on life. In many instances, I was able to assist my new found friends in helping them adapt to life at a tiny American high school. Occasions would arise where many of them would be in need of a study partner or a translator and ultimately studying became more of a relational and cultural “question and answer” exchange among our group of friends.

I am from a white Anglo Celtic background. I grew up in a small country town in Victoria and went to a catholic primary school and high school. My parent’s, their friends, my friends, my classmates and my teachers were all Anglo Celtic also. My schooling was very much based on catholic learning’s and western culture. Using the seven step process outlined in Sue & Sue (2013) I will reflect on my own cultural identity development.

I consider my identity, interests and personality to be as if it was a chain, one which is all connected to my family, and the environment in which I was raised. As a kid, I was always extremely organized with everything I did. From cleaning my room, to making my school binder nice and neat. My mom always taught me to be efficient in every way I could to help me achieve everything I wanted better and faster. There was times where I would share rooms with my brother. His side of the room was always muddled and disorganized, and mine was all in order by colors and sizes. I was a weird kid, obsessed with neatness.

As a second generation Chinese-Vietnamese American, I often found it difficult to identify myself as American or Chinese. I felt as if I did not entirely belong in one culture or the other as my peers often bullied me for being “too Asian” if I brought lunch from home or wore ethnic clothing. Despite social exclusion, I maintained my cultural identities because it defined myself and my cultural origins. I realized the importance of diversity in a field like healthcare when I witness non-English Vietnamese speakers in the hospital having difficulty forming coherent questions regarding their needs and requests.

A person’s cultural identity is the makeup of their entire life. It encompasses their family, history, racial/ethnic background, religion/spirituality, and environmental factors. It is important for social workers today to be fully aware of their cultural identity in order to serve their clients to the best of their abilities. Being conscious of these factors help a person realize their own biases and therefore, work through them.

Imagine yourself being in an isolated island without anyone else around you or any type of communication to the world. How would you know how other people are or think about themselves, but most importantly how would you identify yourself as person if there is no one else to compare yourself to? There are many islands and forests that are isolated from society and those communities that live there do not really have the resources to know how others are or how they can personally identify themselves. However, that’s not my case. It’s interesting how I never took the time to get to know the person that I really am and what makes me the way I am. While researching I found that there are four things that identify me as a person: my faith, culture,

My cultural identity and heritage is something I cherish and admire dearly. I find the history and traditions sacred and I work to the best of my ability to preserve it. Unfortunately though, the Chickasaw culture and tradition are slowly disintergrating. Along with many other who are desperately fighting to defend centuries of traditions, I pledged to learn how to fluently speak my Native Chickasaw language.

Who are you? Most respond with their names, but there are probably a thousand other people who have that name. Knowing one’s name doesn’t mean you really know a person. No, to really know someone you learn their birthday, star sign, favorite color, favorite hobby, how many brothers or sisters they have. You learn them like you’ll have an exam on it next week. You learn their cultural identity. Who am I? I am a candle stick. I am one of six, a capricorn, a soccer player, and someone who lacks ambition. I am, and my culture is: the people I surround myself with, my environment, and most of all, my memories. I am an unexplainable enigma far too complicated to be analyzed by any single human being.