I am a Mexican-American woman with certain views of the world. I don’t believe that my place in the world is next to a man, nor do I believe that my sole purpose in life is to procreate. I am a woman who needs and wants her independence. I am also a 33 years old working class woman.…
Amber What is a warrior? What does it mean to be a fighter? Every time I look at my little 4-year-old cousin, Amber, she reminds me of what a warrior is. Amber Marie and her sister Alexia Rose were born 4 months premature and they weighed 1 pound 5 ounces.…
I AM DOMINICAN! WAIT NO I AM AMERICAN! Wait no I’m neither. How can it be that I’m neither. I was born in Dominican Republic however I have lived in America since I was two years old.…
Throughout my life I have been part many diverse cultures and of many community that contain a wide range of race and ethnicity. I was born in Ecuador and moving to the United States was a huge slap in the face. The culture and the way thing were done here compared to my home country was totally different. The life style in Ecuador was harsh and unpleasing but in the states life was so much more pleasurable with all the opportunities that are given me. The only problem is that people where closed minded.…
From the times I hear my grandfather singing Vicente Fernandez in the shower, to the times my grandmother cooks homemade enchiladas, arroz con frijoles, and salsas, I am constantly reminded of the beautiful culture that I proudly belong to and hope to share with CCS. I would contribute my Mexican/Puerto Rican American identity in terms of expressing my culture’s music, art, and food. Coming from a close-knit Latin American family, I know I will thrive in this small, intimate residential living atmosphere. Being a bisexual person of color, I've learned to be tolerant and love others despite our differences in race, religion, ethnicity, or socioeconomic levels. Our residents should engage in an icebreaker activity where each person presents…
Being born in the Dominican Republic, and raced there until the age of nine. When I came to this country is was overwhelming. I did not speak the language, and adapting to a different culture was hard, but slowly it happened. In changing cultures, I also wanted to change the fact that I was Hispanic because others viewed me as being different in a bad way. I wanted to be Americanized, and I did.…
My parents are both Colombian and they came over to the United States 18 years ago which is almost my age. My parent's Colombian culture was deeply rooted in them as I grew up because they had just migrated from over there. It has influenced the way I am because living in Miami everyone’s Hispanic roots stay with them in a way because mostly everyone is Hispanic.…
I credit the development of my personal values to my caring family and Cuban culture. My family was blessed with earning entrance into America through the Diversity Visa lottery in 1998. My father was a factory worker in the countryside when he began his personal rebellion against communism. He spent a year's gathering materials and hand building a house for him and my mother to move into, postponing their marriage until the project was finished, just to have it taken away by the regime. Emigrating to the U.S. was overall a difficult operation, especially as a first generation from my family to do so.…
I know many people. Some of them are amazing at a sport in which I only possess mediocre skills in, others are able to maintain their high standard GPA's, while others keep their commendable reputations of perfectness. So, I know many meritable people, and then there is me, and for a girl who has failed so many times in her life ( tests, sports, a vain attempt at artistic skills) it becomes a little delusive to continue to believe that one day I will "triumph." That one day I will "get my time to shine. " You eventually grow accustomed to always hearing "no", receiving the letter that reads "we are sorry to inform you that..." or simply having another door shut right into your face, and after a while, per say my sixteen years of life in…
Coming from a Hispanic background means that I have the ability to do more than my peers. Growing up in the United States and living in a Hispanic household gave me the chance to have more than one cultural view. Having more than one cultural view allowed me to develop an open mind that helped broaden my views, and helped me in my life. However, I was often told that the world looks more at your race than it did intelligence, character and integrity. For a while, I believed that statement due to the fact that in middle school, I noticed that there were more successful white people than any other race.…
Being Hispanic carries so much more meaning than being just another race, it is a lifestyle. It's making delicious tamales with my entire family every year for Christmas festivities. It's the unexpected frijoles inside that butter container in the fridge. It's all your aunts repeatedly telling you that you look fat, yet they’ll keep serving you more food because they care about you. It's that fear when you hear a knock on the door because it’s probably one of your various relatives with their entire family.…
Mexican American, Immigrant, White , Latino, Hispanic, everyone has different Ethic of who they are some people think to their self who are they? Who am I, people see me by my color or the way I look people think I'm white but I'm really actually Mexican . Many people think just the color you are they think you're white or a different race . Who am I today is I am Mexican American girl that look white…
For example, participation in theater productions in middle school taught me individual responsibility. In a musical, each person must memorize their lines, choreography, and harmonies inside out to put on a polished show. So I learned how to budget my time so I could practice weekly for opening night. Another after-school occupation of mine, volleyball, trains me to get along with others. Playing with girls disparate from me on a high school freshman team taught me how to see past differences.…
Who am I? I regularly take a moment to understand who I am and who I yearn to become. I am first defined by Anglos as an uneducated female. At the same time, to my own ethnicity and culture, I may just be an ordinary female who is destined to grow up to become a respectable and caring housewife. Without questioning these assumptions, there are moments I come to believe I should fall into the expectation.…
Summer of 2016, my family and I made a trip to Puerto Peñasco, Mexico. The city of Puerto Peñasco, also known as Rocky Point is located on the Gulf of California. It's known for its beautiful scenery and dune-backed sandy beach. Tons of people around the world come to Rocky Point every year to unwind and have a good time. There are several reasons why Puerto Peñasco was such a memorable trip.…