Vietnamese Culture Short Story

The following paper will discuss Vietnamese Americans and their journey to America. I will talk about how these incredible and resilient people fought to succeed it a world that seemed to hold the odds against them. The culture, beliefs, and challenges of Vietnamese people are a precise paradigm of their strength and perseverance.

Since people adapt to culture through learning by observing and imitating, those who grow up in a society have values and beliefs being shaped by that society’s culture. A Vietnamese who grows up in Vietnam would have assumption, behaviors different from a Vietnamese who grows up in United State. Being raised and grown up in Vietnam, I’m also being shaped by our own culture, and have some of biases that may affect my perception. For example, United State seems to be very open-minded about one-night stand, as long as it has the acceptance of both parties, but for a person who was being raised up in a traditional culture like Vietnamese, this kind of things are unaccepted. We are taught to always treasuring ourselves and sexual practice should

As a little girl born in Vietnam and having grown up in poverty, I can understand the struggles that many other unprivileged Vietnamese families experience. At a young age my family and I immigrated to the United States for a better life. My parents have always put their best efforts into educating my siblings and I about the importance of giving back to the community. Growing up in a foreign environment, I was able to distinguish and grasp the opportunities I would have missed out on if I had not immigrated to the U.S. My background inspired me to aid those who I would have possibly been in the same shoes if I wasn’t as fortunate to have immigrated. This community service trip to me was not only a bucket list wish I had wished to accomplish, but it as well allowed

My name is Phat Lam and I came from Saigon City, Vietnam. I have immigrated to California with my parent for almost three years and I am now living with them. I didn 't understand how much my background and life chances are extraordinarily affected by numerous complex sociological factors before I am taking Sociology. I understand now that using my sociological imagination permits me to interface my own encounters, practices, and behaviors to the bigger social structure. A portion of the sociological topics that show in my life are the means by which ethnocentrism, social mobility, Cooley’s looking-glass self theory, minority group,peer group, and social institution have assumed a part in adding to my sociological autobiography.

The whip-like sting of the winter air assaulted Hank Valentine’s lungs like a war-party, a thousand strong, on a warpath. It felt as though the bitterness of the winter wind realized Hank had stepped out of the comfort of his cabin and purposely kicked down a degree or two, as though it was nature’s way of trying to get him to not venture out into the wilderness, but sometimes, . Hank dipped his stubbled chin into his chest, rolled the collar of his coat up around his cheeks, pulled his hat down tight and made his way to Dusty, his horse.

First and foremost, I am Asian American. My background is a blend of Vietnamese from my mother and Chinese from my father. I am bilingual. My native language is Vietnamese. I, however, still do plan on learning other languages which include Chinese and Korean. As for my work experience, I have worked extensively in home renovation. These projects include: general exterior repair, fencing, landscaping, and painting (interior and other applications of paint). I have worked with various contractors during these projects. They range from electricians to plumbers. I do plan on moving from home renovation to working in the technology field. My major of choice is Computer Information Systems. My ideal company to work for is Blizzard Entertainments.

I am Vietnamese, and for that I am always proud being one. “You think yellow, I say gold. It’s the color of my real skin. I am young but I am told that my history flows within,” whenever I listen these lyrics of “Hello Vietnam”, they always remind me of a lesson that my parents have taught me that is to remember where I came from and not to lose that origin. The message of the song is it does not matter what skin color you are, what matters is beauty lies deep beneath the skin. When my family moved to the United States, it was hard to adjust to the new environment, but my new living conditions were more than sufficient compared to others living in Vietnam. While my family was considered to be well off in Vietnam, many people were living on

My dad has been through a lot to get to his happiness and freedom. It all began with the start of the Vietnam War on November 1, 1955, my dad’s birthdate. During the early years of my dad’s life, he went to school. Then, when he graduated high school, he enlisted in the Army. His time in the military lasted until the end of the war in 1975. For the next five years, my dad spent his time as a fisherman in Phan Thiết. One day, my dad decided he could no longer deal with how the Việt Cong treated everyone in Vietnam, so he went on an overcrowded boat and left Vietnam. Unfortunately, during the boat ride, my dad got caught, then captured, and sent to prison for a year. After they released him, he tried to escape again and after five long days

I stood over the grave of a man I had never met. He was a legend. The words swirled in my head: “Please give me the strength to work hard in school”. My grandfather was long since gone, but he was a kind of focal point. This is what Vietnamese people do. They pray at the graves of their ancestors. The prayer is not to the ancestor specifically, but it is a way to get closer to something that is beyond. I always ask for help working hard in school. That is the way to get ahead, what is told to every Vietnamese kid, and what drives many families. I am no different.

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I screamed for hours, it felt like. Gun shots pierced through the air only miles away, yet they sounded as though they were directly beside me. The whole country had become a complete war zone. Though this one isn't the first, I know damn well it isn't the last. How could America come down to this? As I pondered about the situation, I continued to search for my family and friends, or even my worse enemy at this point. Anyone.

The short, muscular man sneered above her, sweat pouring down his forehead. Using his left arm, the soldier had been pinning her arms onto her back, his grip on Tokyo's neck tightened and she gasped, her eyes widening. It was an achievement in itself that she had made it at least half a k away from the prisoners camp. Tokyo was choking on the reddish brown dirt, her legs covered in deep cuts and bruises. He began kicking her brutishly in the ribs again, and soon she was coughing out blood. She broke free from his grip and grabbed his left arm that had been choking her and began to bite and claw at it. He howled but before he could do anything, Tokyo staggered up and stabbed weakly at his face. A jab in the soldier's right eye was enough for

Prior to the start of our study of the Vietnam Era, I thought that I knew quite a bit about the Vietnam War and the overall time period. But after listening to some guest speakers and reading Tim O'Brien's The Things They Carried, I discovered that I knew hardly anything, and that most of what I did know was pretty much insignificant. These past weeks were not only extremely educating, but it was also very interesting. I learned more than I ever thought I would, mostly through the people that know it best, those who lived through it.

After this fortunate door-opener, Vietnam was known as one of the most rapid- growing economies worldwide.

In our daily, our grandmother and mother usually tell children for many legendary folk tales to sleep well at night. For example, Sue God For Rain, The Golden Star Fruit Tree, Chu Dong Tu And Princess Tien Dung, and The Price of Love are many rattling good stories in Vietnamese folklore. However, Love Story Of My Chau And Trong Thuy is the best folktale I have ever heard since I was a child. It is involved in the important and true historical event in Vietnam.