The Uniqueness of Where I Stand
Culture Identity Autobiography
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
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Culture definitely plays a role in who I will become and my values show how different I can be from others; I hope when writing this cultural autobiography to help understand myself better. My cultural identity is a combination of my worldview and values combined with my position in the nine microcultures.
My worldview would have to be expressed as knowing that not everyone is going to be exactly like me but we should all treat each other with respect. My most important values are somewhat well reflected in my daily life, though I wish it were more. Figuring out my top values was difficult because when I thought one value was important, I would see another that was just as important and could easily be among my top five. The following values that I picked out are listed from least to most important to me: passion, achievement, caring, health(spiritual), family. Having passion or deep feelings about ideas, activities or people is what drives me to follow my dreams, I never want to be that person that has no passion for anything. As I get older I
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Race/ethnicity and gender are probably odd microcultures for me to pick to be inspiring because I am not dominant in them. Being a Hispanic female is not one of the most iconic figures, thought there are some but I feel like it is hard to be taken seriously, my family and I have come across times where being that race and gender had it hardships, especially for my mom but, it was never something she could not handle. She did not go to college and she was from job to job so she was judged harshly when I was little but her advice for me was to do good in school, not be bothered by boys or drama and not think about what people said. I have no one to thank but my mom for wanting to pursue a career. I know there will be people who give me hard times just because of my race or because I am a women and they see me as not being up for the task but being able to show up the people who are like that is what inspires me to become someone who does have a career and hope that I never come across people who think like that. Class was another microculture that inspires me because we have never had lots of money to our name but we somehow could always be fine by the end of the day. Growing up I never realized we were middle class and sometimes underclass because I remember there were times where we were living with old friends that my mom knew or in our car. It went on like that for a year or two before we could actually settle down
I was born and raised in the Dominican Republic. My family was catholic and so I was taught to pray and by the age of 13 I had all my sacraments. For most of my life I lived the downtown area of the main city where my mother and her family had also grown up. I considered myself very lucky because even though our economic security was not the best as I grew up, my mother always strived for me to receive the best education she could afford. As a result, I learned to speak English from a very young age and then French, I learned to play the guitar and also to paint. I also took embroidery and etiquette classes and so on. Because of the location where we lived, I also took advantage of many cultural interactions with people from other
People think of me as a girl that stay to herself but I am a black african american and my cultural identity is dancing i love to dance dancing is my life i could dance all day and night my mom said i been dancing since i was just 3 years old i dance kinda good i don’t dance that good to be a dance star but i’m going keep trying and trying and one day i’m make it there, i like to dress in a hip-hop kind of way because it’s just the way i am i dress in a way to explain me or i dress in the way my mood is , I love to eat gumbo , gumbo is the food that bring my family together , like it could be a hot sunny day and my mom cook gumbo then my mom would call them tell and they would pull up 20 mins later we a family that like to eat gumbo my family is loud they louder then 1000 people in a mall they very loud
A person’s culture is something that shapes and tells others who you are. For example, in Alice Walker’s short story “Everyday Use” you are introduced to Mrs. Johnson and two other characters that are loose portrayals of Walker in her younger and older periods of life (Obaid). The first one being Maggie who is depicted as her younger more walled self and the other being Dee an older version of Walker who lightly symbolizes Walkers later beliefs through some of the actions she takes in the story (Obaid). As the story begins Mrs. Johnson and Maggie are waiting for Dee to return home and while the two of them are waiting for Dee. Walker takes you through the thoughts of Mrs. Johnson about her two daughters and how she views them as well as
My worldview is that I get what I give. I believe I only get out what I put in. As a result, I try to put forth my best effort in everything that I do. My top values are
A part of what constructs an individual’s identity is defined by the culture they are a part of. Culture consistently informs the way one views the world and others, therefore it becomes an influential and defining characteristic in the daily lives of many. Many authors have expressed the belief in this through various mediums, such as memoirs, biographies, and poems. Due to there being a direct correlation between the self-identity of a person to culture, a person’s view of the world can alter as a result.
“Dale, dale, dale, No pierdas el tino; Porque si lo pierdes, Pierdes el camino”. The classic piñata song that is sung at parties. It translates to “Go, go, go, don't lose your aim; because if you lose it, you will lose your path.” The phrase ties in with my identity because of my cultural background and experiences at parties. Who am I? What is my cultural identity? The questions that have me trying my best not to have an existential crisis. I am a Mexican American, my parents were born in Jalisco and I was born in California. As for my cultural identity, I am a NSHS student that has been shaped by music, technology, and sports.
My cultural identity stems from my countless brave ancestors that made the journey to the United States many eons ago. Since then, every generation has impacted our original customs. As the years passed on, so did behaviors and other tendencies. These have eventually made their way throughout the entire family tree and down to my generation. Now, as a social work student, I am forced to face these behaviors head on and even challenge them.
Many people writing this essay are going to talk about their religion or what race they are. But this is my personal cultural identity essay. I don't have a religion that I talk about or a race that I care about. My cultural identity is about sports, family and everything that makes me, me.
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.
I was born in a small rural village in Western Nepal. A typical unprivileged society of Nepal, my then village was a consortium of poverty, illiteracy, and discrimination. I was a bit fortunate to have born in a middle-class family that could at least boast sufficient resources for subsistence and some savings. For people in my village, the most generous gift that god could bestow was the birth of a son, who, unlike a daughter, could continue the family generation. For my family, my birth meant their first child and a son. Being born as a son meant a straight pass to male identity and heterosexuality for me.
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.
I am from St. Croix, Virgin Islands, which means I am a Cruzan. However, my father is from Viequez, Puerto Rico. When I was a child the cultural identity for my household was Cruzan and Puerto Rican. My father is a fisherman and our meal contained of a lot of sea food. My favorite sea foods are lobster, conch, octopus, and barracuda.
In conclusion, cultural identity is very complex. It can be food, looks, and even traditions and holidays that help describe a person. Whether it be physical feature stereotypes or the
Who am I? Where do I belong? I was raised and born in Palm Springs, California. I'm German, Irish, Jewish, the rest I'm not sure. In California it was normal being white. I didn't feel like an outsider. I felt normal. But when I moved to Hawaii I didn't feel normal. I didn't know people would judge you for being white or as they say it, a "Haulie" . But I think I let that word get the best of me because it's only a word that describes a white person. That's what I am. But the only thing that gets to me is, why do they say it? Why do they have to remind me that I'm white? I been with myself for along time, I think I know I'm white.
Baking hot kolacky on Christmas eve going to church on Sundays,Is just a little illustration of my cultural identity. Culture can be defined in many ways for instance my culture identity is made up of little portions of my daily life and what inspires me to be who i am today. As growing up I had a very close view of culture identity. I was born in Ukraine Konstantinovka .At age 4 I moved to America.The first apartments we moved in was filled with people from different cultures and identities from Mexican ,Somalia ,American, Turkish, Thailand and many others. I would often not understand their behavior or beliefs and would often question them.But as time passed i made new friends and meet new cultures.