About noon, on the fifth day of their journey, Charity told Uriah to stop the wagon. Looking around, Uriah did not see anything in particular that caught his attention and did not know why she wanted him to stop; as far as he could tell, there was not anything they needed there. And, his mother had not gotten off the wagon to go do her business or said anything about eating lunch. So, after bringing the horses and wagon to a complete halt, he turned to Charity and asked, “Why did you want me to stop?”…
Growing up in Southern West Virginia I wasn’t exposed to many different cultures. My little farm community was made up of mainly family. There was one restaurant, three churches, one Elementary school, one Jr. High and one Senior High School. As time progressed we got our first Chinese restaurant, it was a big hit. During lunch time at school my friends and I would sneak out the back and head to the buffet, this was a fun part of my teenage years. Several years later a Mexican restaurant was added, and became equally popular. Our little community is still small but these two restaurants remain, and thrive.…
“Okay, everything looks good,” they nod and hand me a small plastic receipt, “Go ‘round the corner and one of our technicians will be with you shortly.”…
To me, the most vital part of my identity as Hispanic is being proud of my culture. Being Hispanic means that you are indeed in the minority and often questioned or judged about the customs of your race. There is no shame in the Hispanic culture because it stands out in this country and creates a more festive and diverse nation. To abhor your culture simply to assimilate or pretend for your own satisfaction that you belong is equally as abhorring your parents and family. It is abhorring who you are. To me it is a great blessing to be able to share my culture because in the world we live today it is even more important to allow others be accustomed to different cultures in order for them to respect those of different…
The crumbling leaves swayed, as the winter air crashed against his home. Walking towards his farm, William became uncomfortably aware of his surroundings. He grew up in this town, spending his days working and adventuring in every niche of the area. For an eighteen year old, his journey of life was monotonous. He endeavoured to peregrinate and advance his life- but his next journey was one that caused a nauseous, yet prideful feeling in the pit of his stomach.…
How could he just treat us all like we were cattle as if it was nothing? The speedometer crept up to 60 miles per hour. Didn’t he care that people everywhere were starving? How could he do this? When he was elected he promised that he would Make America Great Again. 70 miles per hour. I had to get to the rally. We needed change, we could be that change. 80 miles per hour. My thoughts were interrupted as my eyes caught the reflecting glow of red and blue lights paint the night sky behind me. Crap. I pulled over and turned off the car, ready to feed the officer behind me a great line about how my grandmother was on her death bed and wanted me and only me to be at her side. My eyes shifted and glanced to the side mirror, the officer straightened out his already tucked in uniform and smoothed his hands over his hair as he made his way from his cruiser. Great, I thought. I wonder how many reprimands this stiff is gonna write me up for. My record already had 14 points on it for picketing, 6 more and I’d be in real trouble. He knocked on the window…
A few years ago, My school took a trip to Washington, D.C. We got to visit many historical monuments that were even more breathtaking in person, but the experience at the Vietnam Veterans Memorial will forever be embedded in my mind.…
Another corner stone of African American culture is the food. Traditional cultural cuisine, known as “soul food”, can be traced back to southern states and consists of favorite dishes like baked chicken, fried chicken, macaroni and cheese, greens, string beans, red beans and rice, black eyed peas, succotash, baked ham, grits, chitterling, fried fish, cabbage, candied yams, cornbread (Yang, Y., Buys, D. R., Judd, S. E., Gower, B. A., & Locher, J. L.,…
Retrogress ten years from today I see my seven year old self sitting at the wooden dining room table in front of filling page, pencil in my right hand and yellow crayon in my left hand. Eager and ecstatic my right hand writes faster than my mind can think; seconds later my left hand colors in doodles as I gave rest to the rhetoric. (Semicolon) What could a seven year old boy be so happy about writing about though? Well, Spongebob of course.…
Only in Miami can you see a Cuban family-run restaurant serving Italian pizza while playing a style of music that originated in Africa. Every day we experience the foods, music, and traditions of many different cultures. Almost no family shares the same cultural blend as another. My family is no exception to this trend. My mom was born and raised in Florida however; her father has descendants from England. My paternal grandmother’s family came from France, but the war kept sending them back and forth between Spain and France. My grandmother is the only one of her siblings born in Spain. I also have German and Venezuelan roots. I think of it all as the ingredients in the dish Chicken Chop; the most prominent ingredients in this “Cultural Dish” are the English and Hispanic cultures. These are the elements, sprinkled with some cosmopolitan influential flare, that have influenced my personal culture over the years.…
When asked in class every year which subject I admired the most, my answer was always “none”. Although the grades in my core curriculum classes were always excellent, I never found interest in the basic subjects. Math was a bunch of numbers with letters, science just reviewed our bodies and the how the world was believed to be through one scientist theories and history repeated itself, constantly. As a freshman, I contemplated tremendously over what major and career I would pursue for the rest of my life. I never knew there were more subjects than just science, English, math and history until the day my mother introduced me to unraveling my creativity in the summer.…
Part I: In some ways I guess you could say I am not very cultured, in that sense there is not a wide variety of cultural influences around me. With that being said, my family still has a large assortment of different traditions we do from decorating the tree at Christmas to going up to my grandparents house for Thanksgiving and making the same dishes every year. The area I live in is just not very diverse, it never has been. I live in Alpharetta, Georgia where the majority is white people and somewhat upper class. I consider my family to be middle class but more on the upper side. We live in a nice house in a safe neighborhood near very good schools. I went to the same high school for three years before a new…
Culture is an important and vital component that defines who and what we are as a person. We interface with cultural difference on a daily basis. So what exactly is culture? Good Question! I will attempt to identify my own cultural and explain what cultural means to me. So, lets start by defining the term culture. “Culture is a particular society that has its own beliefs, ways of life, art, etc.”. (Merriam-Webster Dictionary, 2015) My cultural identity consists of several parts. I am most foremost a female that has a variety of racial genetic makeup of African-American, Native American, and European descent. I was raised in a Christian religious household and in a primarily single parent home. I have a sister and a half brother on my father’s…
IN COMPOSING: 4 to 5 pages should be written in this task, out of 15 marks.…
Cultural identity is a huge part of who we are. Not only does it define our interests, it also dictates why and who we interact with. It affects so many things in our life that it can be hard to find anything at all that isn’t affected by it. For me personally, the biggest parts of my cultural identity are the food I eat, the people I spend my time with, and the music I listen to.…