Do you understand how hard it is to live in an African home? Your parents are always late to everything. You have to hear stories about how they went to school or how they lived in Africa and most of all you have to get good grades at all cost. My parents are from Africa, and you might be thinking 'What does this have to do with you.' Well, it makes my story more understandable.
My parents went to school in Africa and graduated college too, but since they came to America, they had to relearn everything they learned from the motherland and start all over. They are very smart people, but the struggle of English was real. They got great grades and scholarships to colleges. Also, they did it with me which put a lot of loads on them. They lived on the family campus and had no car, so they biked or walked to school. They didn't have a lot of help from the school because of its college, so they persevered and helped each other. They had four more children in the end but
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I said I didn't fail and that this grade is higher than the average of the class. My parent said don't strive to be average but to be the best you can be. They put it like this, if I were to drive you to school and I went 89% of the way and I we just make a U-turn and come back home, did we go to school or not? Of course, I said no, so that instilled in me to go 100% in everything I do and put in that extra effort.
Basketball was a whole different level. If I didn't make A team my parent would go to the coach and ask why I didn't make A team. After the explanation, I would have to work hard on what I was lacking and go work on it until I got a perfect on it. Do you understand how embarrassing it is to have your parent to talk to the coach and have everyone staring at you? That taught me that I had to make a change myself and get to where I want to go myself before my parents embarrass
Many cultures make clear distinctions between the social status of males and females. In most places, the man is the one who carries leadership roles and the woman is the one who supports the man, but even so, the future is not always guaranteed. The woman will always have a little bit of want for freedom and need for acknowledgement within her heart. In Barbara Kingsolver’s The Poisonwood Bible, Nathan Price, the male authority figure of the household, limits the Price women’s ability to aim for higher goals in life, which includes a better living environment and education.
Growing up, the biggest challenge I faced was being a first generation Latina student. My family came from an extremely rural neighborhood in Guanajuato, Mexico called La Sandia. Both my parents achieved up to 5th-grade education in their hometowns. They decided to sacrifice their lives in Mexico to provide a better life for their family and then decided to migrate to the U.S to achieve what many people consider the American dream.
These words banged into my head so hard and I realized I was wrong. I apologized, decided to do my best and work harder in school and tests. I thought my parents were awesome; they could have yelled me, instead encouraging
When considering what the African diaspora is, there is one period of time that people commonly refer to. This period of time is the Atlantic Slave Trade. While not the only diaspora of the African people in history, the Atlantic Slave Trade is most commonly thought of due to the scale at which Africans were being emigrated, with around 10-15 million Africans being brought over to the Americas, as well as the effect it has on us today. When looking at the experiences of Africans, they greatly differed dependent on where they landed. These experiences affected later generations of Africans, forcing them to adopt their own culture based on their surroundings and what they were accustomed to from Africa.
As a daughter of immigrants and being an immigrant myself, I knew I had to work hard to become somebody in life to prove that my parents’ struggles were worth every second. My journey began at the age of eight years old, I had to pick up everything and leave my life behind in El Salvador to begin a new one in California. The transition was not easy though what made it possible was learning English and being able to adapt. The idea to continue my education after high school involved my role models who planted in me the importance of education and encouraged me to go through the enrollment process; although there were financial challenges, I have found my way into college.
John wooden a former player and later became a basketball coach once said. “A coach much never forget that he is a leader and not merely a person with authority.” Basketball has been something in our everyday lives for a while. To allot it something they just can't live without and others just choose to not even bother with it. I think that it is worth the time to look more into basketball. Basketball can be started at a elementary school level, and they can usually go to sign up at local boys and girls clubs maybe at their school if they offer it and can even join through their church if they attend one and they offer it to them. Being a coach seems easy to most parents but it really isn't how it isn't is a coach must ensure that players
My parents are from the Caribbean and they strongly believe that getting a great education, is the path to success. My parents migrated to the United States many years ago
I remember the first time I played basketball when I was eleven years old. Seventh grade was an epiphany to me, I started trying different instruments, joined different clubs, and learned a bunch of other things about myself in the process. Uneducated, I didn’t know a single thing about what I was doing and ended up running around the court equivalent to a lost puppy. But as the season went on, I ended up having a few of the utmost exciting times of my life, and ended up trying out for the team again in eighth grade. Losing just about every game didn’t matter to us, us girls just kept laughing, smiling, and playing the whole time, despite the score on the board.
While being a moderately proficient player on a tiny, parochial-conference team seemed like an accomplishment to me, nothing at such a small school could have prepared me for the competitive environment of a public school with thousands of students. When I attended the summer basketball program at the local high school the summer before eighth grade, I was ill-prepared. The girls were more athletic, more talented, and more numerous than I had any idea to expect. My supposed skills paled in comparison and I became a bench warmer next to a girl who was only there because her sister was on the varsity team.
In middle school was when I decided I wanted to play collegiate basketball. My dream was to accept a scholarship to the school of my choice. My parents always taught me school comes first, and one day the basketball will stop bouncing. I will need a college degree and a real job. I decided to study harder to make all A’s my 8th grade year. On the basketball side, I got to the gym before anyone else, and left after everyone else. In the extra time I worked on the form of my shot, ball handling, and conditioning. I began playing with girls 2 years older than
I was taking AP United States History. It was a difficult course for me, because it was college level material being taught. I had never taken a college level course before, so it was an entirely new experience for me. The teacher for my AP United States History course would mostly lecture and give exams after each unit. There were no papers or creative projects that I had grown accustomed to in the non AP classes. I believe my parents saw this as a test for me to see if I could handle a college level course. They were consistently on me about my progress in this course. I really enjoyed the class, and he was a fantastic and knowledgeable teacher, but I always felt nervous and anxious about failing an exam. I struggled on my first exam because I was always thinking about what my parents would do if I failed an exam. I did poorly on the first exam and my parents insisted on a parent-teacher conference. I was so embarrassed to see the teacher with my parents. During the conference I felt like a failure for not passing the first exam. My parents kept pushing my teacher to give me some sort of extra credit to help with my grade. The teacher did not offer any extra credit and did not think I needed it to pass the class, but my parents insisting until he budged and gave me an extra credit assignment. I didn’t like how much they would interfere with my schooling. I just wanted to try and do my best on my own without any interference. The pressure they put on me made me afraid to fail and also made me fear what the consequences would be for failing. As time went on I began to grasp the college level work and passed the rest of my exams. As I improved, my parents still gave me the same bland positive reinforcement they would always give. However, once I passed my AP test at the end of the year, their praise came in floods and it validated my accomplishment in passing this college level class. However I wish the positive
Girls should be able to live out their childhoods carefree. They should not be forced to stop being children due to the fact they have their own kids now. Sadly, this is a reality many young Ethiopian girls have to face. Ethiopian women usually have to endure early marriage, being “split” and domestic abuse from a young age. In Ethiopia, being a girl indicates a hard life.
See, a lot of what I've done in life--much as I would like to deny the fact--has been done because of my grades. I don't need to remind you I was the valedictorian. So was Dad. So was his dad. You were not. In fact, I've seen a couple of your report cards. Don't feel bad. Not everybody tests well.
Before diving into a certain culture of the world. You must ask yourself first: What is culture ? According to the Sociology textbook culture consists of the beliefs, behaviors, objects, and other characteristics common to the members of a particular group or society. Through culture, people and groups define themselves, conform to society's shared values, and contribute to society.(Sociology). Furthermore, There are four main elements to every culture in the world. They are symbols, language, Norms, values and beliefs. In Order for any culture to be a culture these four elements must be present. The great civilization of Ethiopia existence can be dated back to 930 BC. Since 930 BC, the culture of Ethiopia had prospered and has become the way
Ever since I started school my parents would always tell me when I would bring my report card with three’s home that it was never good enough and that they wanted to see fours and fives, even though my school did not give higher than a four. I remember one day I came home from 2nd grade with a student achievement award and my grandparents were very happy and proud. Afterward, I felt better and smarter until later when I went to show it to my dad he said “… that is not good enough you should have gotten the student of the month award.” It made me really depressed because instead of thinking he was pushing me to improve, he really thought I was not intelligent. I did not realize he was saying it so it could push me to get the student of the month award. The following month after I tried to get the award by doing all my homework, paying more attention in class and participating more often, I got the award and achieved my goal to make my family proud. I realized that the more I do to better my education the more I go to the next