More handpicked essays just for you.
Diversity in the united states
Ethnic diversity and national identity in America
Cultural and ethnic diversity in america topics
Don’t take our word for it - see why 10 million students trust us with their essay needs.
I remember the first I stepped foot in America. The second I got off the plane into the airport all I could smell was cheese. It was the most disgusting thing. Now After almost ten years in this country, I put cheese on almost everything. Its funny to think about something I was so disgusted with now I would do anything to have. But this pretty much explains my whole immigration experience. Back home in Ethiopia people talked about how there's no coffee in America and that all people ate was pasta and eggs. This freaked my mom out the most but we were all a little worried. Now I look back and laugh at the little scared me, that thought we were all gonna starve. Although it wasn't just eggs and pasta, American food was one of the hardest …show more content…
Because of how highly and godly white people were put, I always felt like I wasn't good. Whether it was about my intelligence or looks I felt as if I could never get to their level. I wasn't the little happy girl in paradise anymore. I looked around and didn't see much of me. Pale skin, soft brown and blonde hair, speaking English, and I didn't fit any of the descriptions. At first I was just in denial. I just considered myself one of them, and hoped that they didn't notice I wasn't and call me out on it. The first time I almost felt like one of “them” was when I got my first hair relaxer. I think I was eight years old, and my hair has always been a struggle to deal with. The cream burned and was painful, but my sister told me “ it's worth it.” She had been doing it for a while, but this was my first, as we didn't have this product back home. I got in the shower, washed out the cream, and shampooed and conditioned my hair. It was the most amazing feeling ever to run my hands through my hair and not get it stuck. My hair went from a crazy curly mess to being soft and bone straight. At that moment the pain was really worth it to me. It wasn't till about eight years of being in the states that i actually started to accept who I really am, and not be so hateful towards myself.
Moving to a different country often feels like you're moving to a whole new world. Everything is foreign, the food, the culture, the language. You want a better life, but don't want to leave the comfort of your own culture. You might not always want to make these changes, but sometimes you just have to, just to make your life easier. Although I think you should love and embrace your culture, if you came here for a new life you should adjust, but shouldn't shed some of
There are many challenges that one must face as we go through life. I have faced a few myself, however, none proved more challenging than moving from my country; Jamaica, to the United States and subsequently moving to the state of Wisconsin. Deciding to leave behind family and friends is the hardest decision to make, however, there are a few things that I was not prepared for that made the transition more challenging than expected. Moving away from all that is familiar culturally, socially and economically can be even more of a daunting task than imagined. There are things that are taught to us by our parents and others that are more dictated by our environment than anything else, so when I immigrated to the United States I had three major challenges to overcome.
became the first and the biggest problem I encountered in the US, which happened to me
New country means new language, new culture, new people and different lifestyle. I never thought of being somewhere where you don’t know the language and people. For my parent and me the difficult part was learning new language. Since, I and my sister were going to school, so we knew Basic English. But for my parents adopting new language after so many years was really tough. Since, my dad had his own business, he also had to take care that before we move to us.
I wanted to wear brand clothes/shoes they did, I wanted to do my hair like them, and make good grades like them. I wanted to fit in. My cultural identify took a back seat. But it was not long before I felt black and white did not mix. I must have heard too many comments asking to speak Haitian or I do not look Haitian, but more than that, I am black, so I always had to answer question about my hair or why my nose is big, and that I talked white. This feeling carried on to high school because the questions never went away and the distance between me and them grew larger. There was not much action my family could take for those moments in my life, but shared their encounters or conversations to show me I was not alone in dealing with people of other background. I surrounded myself with less white people and more people of color and today, not much has
Nobody really likes moving. At least I know, I don 't. Moving to another place you have no idea about is tough. When I was 14, my father petitioned my family to move to the United States. Upon hearing that news from my mother, I was devastated. Devastated that I have to leave the place that I grew up, leaving all my friends and family. I have to travel 10,000 miles across the glove to live in a place I have never been to. I have very little idea about United States before moving, I have only seen this place through screen, watched movies such as "High School Musical." From what I have heard and seen life seemed so much easier and happier in the US, but once I stepped out of the plane, I knew it would not be even close to what I have pictured in my mind.
I am an Asian with yellow skin very differ with Staples's skin color, but I still was discrimination by some people surrounding me. I remember the first year I lived in America, I was in Middle School, eighth grade; I never forget the day I get in a school bus, everybody: Black, White, Asian, they placed their backpacks on empty seats, because they did not want me to sit with them. I went through all seats and looked around; I was lucky, there was only one back seat left for me in a corner, but when I stepped close to having a sit, a white young girl said, “This seat is taken.” All of them laughed very l...
When my family and I got in the plane that would take us to the U.S., I was very excited. It was as if I had butterflies in my stomach. I was also nervous because I had heard of people that were turned away when they got to America because the government was not letting as many immigrants into the U.S as they had in the past. Therefore, my whole family was a little anxious. Two things could happen when we arrived at the Washington, D.C., airport. We could either come to the United States to chase after “the American dream”, or we could be turned away which meant that we would have to return to our country of origin.
At a young age, my teachers and parents taught me to believe that I could do and accomplish anything that I set my mind to. I grew up thinking that I was unstoppable and that the only limit to my achievements was the sky. However, during my second year in high school, I began to realize that I was not as unstoppable as I had thought. I began to experience the consequences of my parent’s decision of bringing me to the United States illegally. Among those consequences were, not being able to apply for a job, obtain a driver’s license or take advantage of the dual enrollment program at my high school, simply because I did not possess a social security number. I remember thinking that all of my hard work was in vain and that I was not going to
Just as Zora Neale Hurston explained in her article, “How it Feels to be Colored Me,” I never thought much about race until I was about thirteen years old during my junior high school years. As Zora stated, “I remember the very day that I became colored” (30). I, too, recall the day I realized that I was white and that it meant something more than just a Crayola color. No longer was white just a color; it was the race I belonged to with its own rules and regulations.
Food is traditionally considered as a simple means of subsistence but has developed to become filled with cultural, psychological, religious, and emotional significance. Consequently, food is currently used as a means of defining shared identities and symbolizes religious and group customs. In the early 17th and 18th centuries, this mere means of subsistence was considered as a class maker but developed to become a symbol of national identity in the 19th centuries. In the United States, food has been influenced by various cultures such as Native American, Latin America, and Asian cultures. Consequently, Americans have constantly Americanized the foods of different cultures to become American foods. The process on how Americans have Americanized different cultures’ foods and reasons for the Americanization is an important topic of discussion.
Immigration has always been a large conflict people have faced all across the world. There are plenty of reasons why people migrate to a country, whether it may be the United States or any other particular one. Many people often come in an attempt to escape poverty, crime, or to simply have a better opportunity to better their lifestyle. Although there are people who migrate and commit severe crimes, there are others who sacrifice themselves in order to live a better life. In addition to that, I believe the government should approve new immigration laws in favor of immigrants who come to better their life and achieve their dreams.
Last year was my first time ever being in the United States. I finished my senior year of high school in Lake Placid, New York. That was probably one of best experiences in my life. I meet people from all over the world and made friendships that will last a lifetime. National Sports Academy is where I attended school my senior year, this school was for hockey players only. We did everything as a group, went to classes, practiced together, lived and ate together. There were also many international students in that school and the only thing that everybody complained about was food. It seemed like everything in United States is just unhealthy fast food. It was difficult for me to get used to it because back home we did not have as many fast food
When I was a young child my world was black and white with no room for gray spheres of interference. In my household we never had discussions of where our food was coming from other than our weekly trips to the grocery store which mainly consisted of “What kind of chips do you want this week?” or “Do we really need seven pounds of hamburger meat?” Even as I became older
Is American identity and food a blessing or a curse? Do you know what’s in your food before it goes in your child’s mouth? Do you know what G.M.O’s are? Today, there are so many avenues to get something to eat from fast food, food trucks, and even restaurants. People are finding new way to eat healthier, be more aware of what they eat, and changing their lifestyle when it comes to food. In mainstream culture, celebrities like Beyoncé, Prince, and Ariana Grande have glamorized this new diet, creating a fad behind this movement. Vegetarians and vegans are the characteristics best associated with the divine food ideology of treating animals with respect. Similarly, our origin of food is formed
Living in another country is always accompanied by change. It would illogical to deny the fact that living in another country-in another language and culture, principally leads to personal development. The different aspects of personality suspend and one takes on the mannerisms, qualities and opinions that define the people in a foreign country (Kohls 9). Nothing is wrong with the change. In the first place, it is a major reason why the individual moved to the new country-they wanted to evolve by putting...