...the middle of the road but I just keep brushing that nightmare of my mind because I have better things to think about. I realized that I only have twenty minutes long, not adding the traffic time. Heading out to the front door with an apple in my mouth, I started the engine of my car then I started the engine of my car then I started noticing the droplets on my windshield and thinking to myself “Crap, I don’t have any umbrella in my car. I guess, I have to run as fast as I can to get inside the office”. As I sat down on my comfy chair, hair dripping wet and with wet sticky socks, I started...
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...walls could talk”? Technically, my walls can talk. My walls tell my life story. If a stranger were to walk into my room, that person would immediately know a lot about me just from looking around and observing the objects I have in my room. The stranger will find some good things and some some bad things about my identity that make me who I am. To find out more about me they will have to look deeper into all aspects of my objects to find out more about my true self. Usually, a person's room can be a direct reflection of their identity. As a college freshman that used to live in the dorms, I could see that fact in my own room. My old roommate and I have certain things in our space that portray our different identities. I believe that by analyzing a person or a “roommates” living space, one can find out a great deal about that persons identity, as well as, teach you so much about yourself....
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...Identity I’ve been identified by many labels, but many of them have come from first glances. Although I have many things that I can be identified by, there are a few common things that I and other people have observed. One thing people see me as, is humorous. I’ve realized that I will always try to make someone laugh to feel better about myself. It’s a way of self-verification when I witness others laughing and acknowledging me as a “someone” to them. Another word I am labeled as is kind. I always make sure that I am friendly and considerate of others. Trustworthiness is a trait that I am also recognized by. My friends can always trust me with their secrets, and I am reliable when it is appropriate.Those were just three of the many labels...
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...perceives us. This is called our identity. Our identity is a collection of the unique differences we possess and what ties us together in groups, clubs, or even countries. I observe myself as a person who is particularly dedicated. The identity I have formed for myself has shaped the way I interact with classmates, friends, and family. It defines who I am today and who I will be tomorrow. Dedication has pushed me, kept me back, warped my perceptions and ideals, and has given me my drive to succeed. My commitment and ability to fully apply myself and focus on a single...
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...What is my identity? That is a loaded question, because there are so many different aspects that make up who I am. I am a white, middle-class, heterosexual, cis-female. I’m very privileged in this position and I acknowledge that. I will never go through the struggles that someone apart of the LBGT+ or other races will go through. I will never have to worry about disappointing my parents because I wasn’t the sexuality they wanted me to be. I will never have to worry about which bathroom I can use. I will never have to even worry that someone won’t hire me for some reason other than I’m not qualified or the best choice. A strong part of who I am and take pride in is that I’m a woman. I have never been the most “girly girl” but as I’ve grown...
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...I was born to a lower middle class family, at the McKee Medical Center. They are the ones to give me my first nickname, Catie, like my father wanted, and that’s how I started my life. I grew up as Catie, my friends, my family, and I, myself, knew me as Catie. It wasn’t Cathrine, or Cathrine Sarah, but Catie. I lived my first couple years going by this nickname, and I loved it. I even felt possessive over my name. It was mine, not the girls sitting next to me, I didn’t care about being called by a name given to me due to the pressures of society, the requirements of a specific name that would be used to place me in a specific group of people for a specific job position. I was free to choose what I wanted to be called, in school I went my Catie, it was my way to keep control of my life where control had been taken away from me. It was a personal right to change it as I saw fit, I had to abide by a strict schedule, a schedule set by those who were above...
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...ethnicity, then eventually it leads you to your identity. My last name, Janser, comes from Germany. However, my identity is not German, is Hispanic. My parents were immigrants that came from Honduras over 20 years ago. My father never finished high school and came to this country to leave the gangs and violence in his community to come to this country and be a successful. On the hand, my mother was a successful doctor and made the hardest decision to leave everything she worked so hard for and come to great country. Mom and Dad struggle a lot being in this country both physically and professionally. My dad is a truck driver. Getting to that point was not easy, especially that he survived two...
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...class,” said Mrs. Boss, “how do you subtract numbers that have hundreds digits?” On a normal day, my hand would shoot up, in attempt to show off how quickly I knew the answer. However, I was too engrossed with my workbook and doodling to pay attention. The girl next to me was drawing these little creatures with tails and a curved body, which looked like a dragon and minion combined. I was intrigued, and used all the brain power in the small second grade skull of mine to develop my own creation. At first there was a rectangle, and then some googly eyes by drawing two circles, and then two more circles slightly smaller which touched the circumference. For the nose, there was an L, and for the mouth, a slight grin. I previously hated drawing in my workbook, as the glossy paper caused the pencil to look too light, and also doodling made the book messy. It’s difficult to halt the creative process, so my perfectionism had to be...
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...As we grow up we take what we have learned from our families into our own lives as well as adapt to our own personal identity which is where we will use our morals and our values that we were taught growing up. Sometimes we may not have been brought up in the healthiest of environments but have the willingness to change. Growing up I really never had the chance to be around a diverse culture. In my small community we had an African American family move in when I was in middle school but that was not diverse enough to have the understanding of what it meant by white power or even their culture. When I moved to the bigger city to attend college it was then that I learned about diverse populations. At first I was very scared and had no trust for...
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...I myself have had many experiences back in middle school in Pakistan, where I had to stand up and fight for my identity. I never gave up on fighting within community to get my education rights. I always believed women should pursue education and that education was the way to improve life. My family was a big support in building my self confidence in the beginning. They always supported me throughout my schooling in Pakistan. Even though community took me negatively, my family understood me and supported me. My family helped me construct my identity at home and pushed me for education. The other important aspect that helped me construct my identity was the education that I received in schools. There were many women like me from different ethnic...
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...What my topic is what my culture identity. I have a lot of things that I do in my culture but I Am only going to talk about a few of them.One is what I eat.Another is what I do for fun.The last one is going to be music. Since I have a lot of races in me I eat a lot of different things.But I like to keep it simple to what other people eat.What I mean by is some time I like to eat vegetables while other times I like to eat meat but most of the time I like to eat vegetables.But that doesn't mean I'm a vegetarian I do have a favorite meat and it's called ribs yep ribs. For what I like to do for entertainment in my culture is basketball.Here’s why I like to play basketball,ever since I was five when I got my first basket ball I always like...
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...qualities and characteristics as them. My parents have been the biggest influences in regards to my racial identity. They are the ones that raised me under the norms that they were taught when they were growing up. Being part of a working class Mexican American family in the United States, I was raised in a neighborhood that consisted primarily of Mexican Americans. They taught me the culture and history of my relatives back in Mexico in order to make me feel connected to my roots. Teachers in my schools that have had the same racial background as me, have allowed me to learn more about myself. They assisted in allowing me to learn more about...
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...Cultural identity is the identity of a group, culture, or individual, influenced by one's belonging to a group of culture. Everybody has their own culture and cultural identity. We usually never think about our culture but if you did, what would your cultural identity be? My cultural identity is one big eclectic pasta dish filled with several different ingredients. with an Italian and American family I'm introduced to many different foods and traditions. My family celebrates American holidays and of course, traditional foods come along with them. On Thanksgiving we go visit family friends in Alabama. They live on a farm and we get to ride go karts and see all the animals. I'm always very voracious for Thanksgiving dinner. We eat turkey, ham,...
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...When I was in the fifth grade, my school began to introduce the students to ideas about identity, race, and ethnicity. As a young child, I was still trying to figure out who I was as a person and whether I identified as American, Persian, Pakistani, or all of the above. I knew I had always felt the greatest connection to my Persian background and roots; however, I still felt that I was somewhat Pakistani because of my mother and also partially American because I was born and raised right here in the United States of America. As the year progressed, other kids in my class also began to figure out who they were and what ethnicities and what races they identified as. Slowly, I began to identify solely as Persian. One of my friends, Laura, was...
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...Cultural identity isn't about who people think you are, it's about who you are as a whole and what defines you as you. For me, my cultural identity comes from YouTube, music, and singing. It’s hard being the youngest out of two and living in a house with eight people. I’m frustrated and angry most of the time, sometimes the only thing that will calm me down is locking myself in my room and going on YouTube to watch funny videos. YouTube helps me calm down because I can laugh at all the stupid things Logan Paul does, he’s a vlogger, he has 11.3 million subscribers watching him do stupid stuff and I’m one of them. I watch him because he has such great personality and he encourages others to be who they are and never give up and he inspired...
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