I grew up in a military family so, we lived in various places. In Tennessee, it got very cold and snowed every winter. In Hawaii, we near the edge of a volcano crater. We ate mochi and musubi almost every day. I went to high school in Georgia.
I was never interested in tractors until I went to Louisiana last summer. Going to Louisiana was one of the best things that has ever happened to me during my life. Going to Louisiana was so awesome being able to watch and drive enormous diesel tractors and watch my uncle cut rice with a combine(which is a machine that is used to cut rice on a farm. It helped me learn about rice and the machines that farmers use to cut rice. I got to see where the rice is stored after it is cut, my uncle dries out the rice to get all the moisture out before they sell it and take the rice out of the rice bins.
The community I grew up in central Texas celebrated my heritage, honored differences in culture, and fostered personal growth and self-discovery. My parents, with the strong work ethic they developed on their family’s farms in Ghana, encouraged my brother and me to work hard and find ways to use our skills to be of service to others, which wasn’t hard to do growing up in Austin with its many avenues to become involved and take care of the community, whether it was helping to direct families through the Trail of Lights at Zilker Park during the winter or raise money for educational programs for underprivileged kids in the area through working the concession stands at the University of Texas at Austin. It was this collaborative mindset that Austin
y Culture My culture is very average like a lot of other people who live in Louisiana. Food is a part of my culture because, in Louisiana is some of the best food in the world. My age has a lot to do with my culture too because my generation uses a lot of technology. Music has impacted my life because I am in band.
My family consist one big sister and little brother. I 'm hardworking being part in multiple clubs and sports such as, National Honor Society, Youth Council of Laredo, the Football team and in a basketball team in the spurs league. Being in these clubs and sports showed me to be dedicated, hardworking, adapt, time management, team work, and most importantly help out the community. I have a special bond with my mom, she 's there when I need her. What I want to be when I grow up is become a surgeon.
Growing up a San Antonio native I am a daughter and sister to a family that consists of a mother, father, two brothers and a sister. My family had a good reputation being known as the family that hosted parties and gatherings for holidays and special occasions. Friends and family would come over to feel the love and comfort throughout the house and through our family portraits. However, my family was not that that perfect picture hanging on the wall. My parents were not that happy and loving as it appeared to be.
Growing up in a family where my mom was a doctor and my dad was a musician, I was exposed to a lots of things in my life. For example I was able to see Broadway plays and and go on family trips to Disney every year in the winter. A lot of people would say I was very fortunate to be one of the family where I knew both my parents and they did there best to give me a lot of life experiences. But me being an African-American male it seems like I not supposed to how do experiences, I was supposed to not know my father not to be able to go on these trips with my family.
I’m able to resonate with a plethora of things, yet the thing I consider my identity is I’m an adopted, Haitian immigrant. I was born in Haiti in 1998, in a small village in Thomazeau, I moved to Croix-des- Bouquets right after my birth and I lived there until I was 9 years old. My family's financial situation was adequate. My mom was always able to find a way to make ends meet. This cause our neighbor to be envious of us.
The city is known for its culture, creativity, great food, and our different music. New Orleans has always been home for me until, the unthinkable happened. No, our city isn’t always filled with tons of fun. We have suffered a dramatic change over a decade ago. Although it was so long ago, our city still isn’t the same as it was before.
Just in case you need to catch up on my New Orleans adventure here's some interesting facts about NOLA and here's how I navigated the Big Easy. When I was initially planning my trip to New Orleans, I knew that I wanted to eat some extremely good food but I didn't want to eat at the traditional stops in the French Quarters. I wanted to to try and eat like a local and I did just that at Grand Isle. Grand Isle is a really cool seafood restaurant in Fulton Street promenade in downtown New Orleans.
Family was important but as my grandma described it, it was bothersome as a kid. Growing up in an average sized family with a younger sister and older brother, which left my grandma as the middle child. Her father was a stern man with his kids and as my mother tells me he was always sitting in a recliner in his underwear when she ever visited. As the eldest man of the house my grandma said, “there was no negotiations with him, you do what he said and that was that.” Even attending extended family events she described them as dreadful
Alabama Trip My mom and and dad told me in December that we were going to Gulf Shores, Alabama to visit my grandparents. Gulf Shores is the southernmost town in Alabama, located on the north coast of the Gulf of Mexico. I have been there twice when I was little. I remember that I collected seashells and went swimming with Boppa in the pool.
My family and I prepared three months for the game. It was something we all wanted to do especially together. It’s a place I have been to visit with my family several times. New Orleans is a home away from home for me. The five hour drive is something that always passes quickly.
Life as a Native American sucks. I realized this when I was a little kid. I’ve come to accept that what other people label or describes us as are true. I’m not happy to admit this they are right. My people don’t do anything to prove these people’s claims, or better known as stereotypes, about Native Americans wrong.
Although I have one huge family it is split up into two .Its the hood side and then it 's the not so hood side of my mom 's side of the family. When I say hood I mean ready to pop off at any given moment not scared of anyone,and the non hood keeps calming turning the other cheek . On the “hood” side it 's my Auntie her 5 children and their kids ,my granny and her husband ,my uncle .Which really falls on my mother 's side.
