Essay on Cultural Background

My block was a melting pot of people but my high school was not. After entering high school is when I realized that I was white or Caucasian. During this time, I was also given the

Culture is a mixture including knowledge, belief, art, law, morality and conventions shared by nearly all the members of a specific society and separating one group member from another; other skills and habits; also common attitudes and responsibilities learned subsequently, such as original lifestyles, emotions, etc. It has played a crucial role in human evolution, allowing human beings to adapt the environment to their own purposes rather than depend solely on natural selection to achieve adaptive success. Every human society has its own particular culture, or socio-cultural system.

From Kindergarten up to my sophomore year of High School I attended a private school. My elementary school and high school were slightly diverse. The majority of the student body was Caucasian and the rest were made up of several other races. My school environment was very structured and controlled. I had some great teachers and one or two bad teachers. Around fifth grade I started to notice the way teachers perceived me and the challenges I would deal with due to the color of my skin. There were

My first recollection about my cultural background started in junior high school because this is when people start fitting into groups or cliques and people tend to be in groups with their friends. The different types of groups included the preps, jocks, band geeks, hoods, druggies, and bookworms to name a few examples. Of course, I was not into sports so much or band, however, I fit with many different groups because I had friends that belonged to different things, however, I was more of a bookworm because I was concerned about doing well in school. People that were considered outsiders were people that were loners, troublemakers, or anyone that did not fit with a specific group. In addition, sometimes it was difficult to be involved with other groups because sometimes I hung around with people that might be considered outsiders and that did not always work because people in my group were not so understanding.

Growing up in America, I have always been surrounded by many cultures and different ethnic groups. Many of those cultures differ from my own traditionally. For the first half of my life, I was raised in detroit, a predominantly black city - I had always assumed. My family eventually moved out of Detroit and we moved to Inkster. Inkster was a much smaller city, but it was also a predominantly black city. In 2011, my family moved from Inkster, Michigan to Canton, Michigan. Although the two cities are less than a half hour apart - the cultural and ethnic groups are extremely diverse. While attending my freshman year of high school in Canton I realized, I was a minority there. More than half of the student body, more than half of the community

People tend to get race and culture mixed up with one another. Race is given to you when you are born. Race is in your blood, it's your parent’s background, your background.

Culture is an intermingling mesh of traits that, although unique to each person, brings groups of people together. It is comprised of numerous different aspects that are passed down through generations, including religion, food, clothing, language, music, morals, and greetings. Because of its extensive range, it is easy to see how much culture impacts a person’s life. One’s culture vastly affects how he or she views the world due to ingrained traditions, stereotypes, and values within his or her heritage.

At a young age, I went to a multicultural school, therefore I didn’t really see color and the racial differences in my school. I identified with everyone else because I hadn’t

From third grade until my first year of high school I attended a private school. Trinity Christian school, a predominantly protestant school, (while still accepting of catholics and other denominations of christianity) also was attended by a vast majority of white students. There were, however, multiple people of color in my class that I made friends with: A Filipino kid by the name of Joven, and two African American kids, Deantre and Cortez. They were very nice people, and I’m glad to have met them. They were smart, compassionate, and funny in their own ways. They were my starting exposure to people of color, and I’m glad I met such good people. I had only experienced stereotypes and racism through the news and the internet at my relatively young age, never experienced them first hand.

As a child I grew up in a middle class white neighborhood. Surrounded by my family of six and adoring neighbors all of whom seemed to seemr normal. It wasn’t until I went into to kindergarten that I was introduced to a black girl. I haven’t seen someone who had a different skin tone than me. No one in my family ever talked about

I remember looking at the pictures of me when I was just a little baby in South Korea. One of my favorite picture was the one with a beer box on top of my head with a bag of Doritos by myside. I started out my life with the culture of a Korean, but being adopted from my white parents and living in American has changed my culture dramatically. Since the age of one, I have experienced and lived the American culture. I adapted to the things that would seem different from the Korean culture. Growing up I never took a notice to the fact I had white parents or that they didn’t look the same as me. I Just saw them as my mother and father. Throughout school I was quiet about the fact I had white parents, because I didn’t see that as something different

Ethnicity and race help define who you are as a person. The ways you embrace and maintain your ethnicity and race is called ethnic work. My ethnic work revolves around my religion, Catholicism because it is an important part of my life. My ethnicity is Mexican and European and my race is caucasian. As a person with a wide range of cultural backgrounds I find that maintaining my ethnic work can be challenging because I neglect many aspects of my heritage. My mom's side of the family comes from parts of the U.S. that were previously controlled by Mexico. Before their lands were conquered by Americans the Mexican people controlled the many current states such as New Mexico (where some of our family was from). My dad’s family is Welsh, Irish, and British. His ancestors left those areas and relocated to the the East Coast and Wisconsin. On the East Coast you can find the city Alderson in West Virginia. My last name is Alderson and I learned from my dad that one of his ancestors founded that town.The lifestyle of my dad’s family in Wisconsin is very different from my mom’s family because they speak different languages and have different traditions. For example, religion is more important to my mom’s side of the family. Despite all of the

Where I grew up my neighborhood was white, however my class at school was more diverse compared to the neighborhood it was in and even other classes within the school. It was assumed that the kids who were African American or Hispanic were not as academically sucessful as the kids who were white and Asian. Kids who were African American or Hispanic were also more closely criticized for behavioral problems and were more likely to suffer harsher consequences than white or Asian kids. There was not only stereotyping and racism from the school towards the kids, but also from parents towards other

To many, I also fall under the aggregation of immigrant since I was growing up in a household of actual immigrants. The values held by your parents come from their country of origin may come into conflict with the values of your country of residence. Such as how I was associated with Communists growing up because I have left-wing beliefs, making me into an “other”. Having an awareness of being an “other” I also grew empathy for racial and ethnic groups in similar situations. Had my parents stayed in Russia, I would have a completely different outlook on the

What is it like to grow up in a society where you are one of very few black families is an experience not many people know of. Since society has taught us to be close to those who look like us and have the same aspirations of us we tend to grow up in societies where we all look the same with very few exceptions. Well i'd like to tell you about my story and being one of those exceptions. When I first noticed I was different from everyone else i was in the second grade having just switched from a mostly black school that was thirty minutes away to a mostly white school that was a block away. When I first got to the school i noticed that I had different expectations then the students around me. Sometimes little would be expected from me and other