On November 6th, I encountered a cultural disconnect with a friend. My friend is a white, female, and the same age as me. This disconnect happened on the Berkeley campus when we were walking to our next class. We were both walking and talking about what we have been up to that past week. I told her that I was swamped with midterms and projects coming up so I was “studying and dying all week.”
I have also been volunteering at St Rocco parish, a local Hispanic church which provides community and catholic services to the local Latino community. Serving as volunteer at local blood drives has been another activity
My cultural product is a sorority pin. This pin is in the shape of a pyramid. It is made of gold and has blue sapphires. The sorority I joined at theUniversity of Rhode Island gave me this pin at my initiation. When I joined the sorority, Ienvisioned myself at the very top of the pyramid, the smallest part because I am a minority.
My Special Object My dad said to me “let 's go to the store and find a gun.” So we went to Gander Mountain and Cabela 's and found one we ordered it and I said “ I can 't wait for it to come.” When it came it was long sleek barrel and had a nice fine wood grain stock with a silver trigger mechanism and a gold colored trigger. When I shoot it I think of hunting and trap shooting that 's why it 's mostly special to me.
It is 4:00am in the morning, and life begins anew in my household. Clothes are being laid out and breakfast is being cooked. The sounds of the morning begin to take shape. The coffee maker eschews the splendid flavors of coffee which engulfs the small apartment. These early mornings are followed by late nights.
What defines us? Is it the thickness of our hair, the size of our nose, or the length of our legs? Is it how smart we are, how athletic, or how beautiful? Our popularity, how charismatic we are, or the number of likes we get on Instagram, does that define us? Is it the size of our heart, the supply of generosity we possess, or the amount of compassion we show for others that makes us distinct?
The lights wrapped among the tree, and the stockings hung above the fireplace. My family gathers around to hear the story of baby Jesus. This time of joy is a family tradition that prospers in my culture. Numerous characteristics assemble my cultural identity, two of which consist of being a Christian and being respectful. Christianity is the foundation of my cultural identity, I was born and raised in a Christian family.
Eight lanes, jammed with cars, span five thousand one hundred and eighteen feet. The small rental car we’re in is tainted by the slightly sickening smell of heaps of food that my mom has packed for the nine hour journey from Istanbul to Izmir. I’m surrounded by the sounds of upbeat Turkish pop songs made unfamiliar by my two-year absence. We are on the Bosphorous bridge, connecting Europe and Asia, right in the middle of it. I often find myself stuck: between cultures, between disciplines.
During the early months of the new year in 2006, my paternal grandfather died of a streptococcus infection. At that time my sister, brother and I were too young to understand, but we soon began to realize that a part of us was different and missing. Our family did not feel complete without my grandfather’s presence. Members of father’s side of the family were despondent and in a state of utter shock. Eventually with time and grit, they fought the sadness together and life resumed its almost as normal as before.
We had just gotten off of the tea cups, when we walked past Apollo's Chariot. My dad said as a joke “Hey Emily do you want to go on the roller coaster?”. I thought about it for a second and then I said, “sure”. He was surprised, but he said “let's do it!”.
NARRATIVE Everything was glittering. The sun was just setting and there were varieties of pinks, oranges, yellows, and reds that all faded down to where the sun was hiding behind the Empire State Building. Bright lights from Jumbo Screen ads, and lights from windows shined all around the city, they all danced above. Even though it was late at night,there were even more people walking the streets then there was when I looked out this morning. I closed the trapdoor and climbed off the boxes that I stood on.
I remember it as yesterday, I was perfectly fine nothing was wrong maybe just a few small cramps' nothing much I expected April 11, 2015 I woke up at 8:30 I was in little pain didn’t think of much and I went back to sleep… because I knew he wouldn’t be coming until Monday morning my boyfriend left to go do some errands for his grandfather I didn’t want him to go because I knew today was the day but nothing still didn’t happen. My cousins’ came down to my home and we all went to the jamboree it’s a hometown celebration happens every year and she told me “today you will have him” and I replied I hope so we all walked around and I was very tired my body was so restless. I was ready to go home so we went to my dad’s house and talked to them for
The sound of the laughter coming from the person beside me and the other people in the room. This is what I hear when I think family,this is what I hear when I think friends. What do you think?Keep reading and I’ll tell you more .
“Alright people, we are wrapped for the day! Everyone looked fabulous today, great work! A bottle of wine is waiting for me at home so whoever walks out of the door last better lock up,” Mark the photographer says as he storms out the door before anyone else. Our daily bell rings to let us know that the shoot was over and everyone there drops what they were doing to get home. I pass by every other model either scrambling to get their stuff together or flirting their way up the fashion social ladder.
I woke up to the smell of bacon and the sound of a tv downstairs. It was a brand new day. Me, my mom and my sister had decided to go to the Flatirons mall after church today. I wanted a yo yo and my mom was going to look at furniture. I had done a lot of research about this yo yo.
