english essay
I believe I am a different person. I can feel it. I can see it.
As I’m writing this paper I lie down on my bed and listen to the soundtrack of “Kingdom of Heaven”. New age music has inspired me to put in writing my feelings easier. I have learned to be passionate about this type of music that wakes up my feeling, and deep thoughts about who I really am. I have become more conscious of my surroundings and actions. Many of my friends don’t think the same way; they go to parties, get drunk, and worry about their social lives. In a way I am happy the way I’ve turned out. It has been difficult realizing that I am saliently different from my own culture; not necessarily my Mexican culture, but the “American” culture that surrounds me everyday. I’ve been analyzing my writing for the very first time this semester and by doing so I am learning to describe myself and who I really am. My papers have been about cultures that I seemed to have connected with. I have learned so much about myself through writing these papers; which has taken me also on an emotional ride. The cultural material I have analyzed using different angles, and ideas has made me a more compassionate human being. I care more and think about people in third world countries, and people with medical problems; for example AIDS. I want to ask friends and peers why
they don’t think about the worldly issues I care about like AIDS. I now present you what it is to be me inside my culture, and the separation I’ve gone through.
I love my culture in the way that its traditions bring happiness to me and my family’s own traditions. My culture is the Mexican America and it surrounds me everyday. This culture lives south side of the city, and it’s people that have migrate from Mexico to the United States. The people in this culture that I criticize are the young population of Hispanics. One thing that I criticize my culture for doing is being so selfish when power falls in their hands. I see it around my community daily; which makes me sad to admit. What I see around me everyday are people from my culture that have adapted to the American life. I believe that also their mentalities change when they move to a completely different world from what their use to. I am not saying that all Hispanics are the same, but in every society there is always those people who have more than the rest. During this semester I started to analyze everything around me; I couldn’t just not. What makes me so angry and sad are people with money who could give a hand to homeless people, or donate a dollar to a needed association. I work at a grocery store where we always ask our customers if they would like to donate a dollar or any kind of change, and what makes me sad is when they say no. My blood starts to boil with anger when they have a stack of dollars in their hand and they are saying no to donating one single dollar to an AIDS, Cancer, MDA (Muscular Dystrophy Association) can at the register. Every time when a homeless comes up to me even if I don’t know what their going to do with the money I give them, I just know that I have help someone in need. Hispanics are not the only ones that don’t give; its everyone because the need is everywhere but I criticizes them because I live among them. At this moment I want people to understand, and realize that this world is falling apart, and if we don’t start to do something we are going to let something like AIDS knock on our doors. We are so uneducated about AIDS and taking care of ourselves that people are going to start opening those doors that shouldn’t be open. I saw this in High School young teens having sex, and using drugs. I believe that we as a community and culture we need to help ourselves to understand the crisis in this world dealing with AIDS; from that point we will help everyone else. Sometimes I feel that I am the only one my age (18) that thinks about worldly issues like AIDS. I am not only concern with the disease, but also poverty in my country of Mexico and everywhere else. I see people my age not care about these issues that are important for are future as a young generation; because we are the future. I really don’t understand how could they not see this happening, but inside me I know that they know. I know they know but they seem to forget, yet I understand that people have problems and difficulties in their lives but any help they can give is a great help for these people in third world countries. Personally I was the same way when I was younger, I didn’t really know anything. I found going to college a blessing because it has open my eye and my heart to people in these poor communities all around the world. I tear up and feel like running towards them with help, but those are just dreams that one day will come true. Many people don’t have the same opportunities like going to a University and being educated by professors that speak about these issues in the world. It should not be just Universities that teach about the crisis on earth, but it should be taught everywhere including in homes. I plan to start through my culture, my community, and slowly move into other cultures I just need help from people to accomplish goals that will benefit everyone. I am so glad that I was given the opportunity in college to explore my thoughts, and figure out what is my main mission on this earth. I am glad that through this opportunity I could educate myself and my peers about the situations on earth that need attention from everyone.
In conclusion, as I write this paper I am thankful for the education I have received this semester in my English class. I have been able to understand myself and others through what I’ve learn. I have become a caring person towards the needy. I understand better my culture through what I have analyze in the past essays. My culture is Mexican but I live among Mexican Americans and I have criticize my culture and myself. I’ve learn that analyzing and criticizing my culture has be a way of criticizing myself, yet by doing that I have been able to change the way I think and the way I see the world now. I know that someday people will start care more about the nature of this world and the people suffering of poverty and harsh diseases. It hurts me to see my culture so far away from myself, so far away from the reality of this world. I finish this essay up saying that somewhere in the heart of all people their does exist that compassion, care, and love toward the people in need they just don’t know it yet because they’ve forgotten. My mission is to help them remember.
As I’m writing this paper I lie down on my bed and listen to the soundtrack of “Kingdom of Heaven”. New age music has inspired me to put in writing my feelings easier. I have learned to be passionate about this type of music that wakes up my feeling, and deep thoughts about who I really am. I have become more conscious of my surroundings and actions. Many of my friends don’t think the same way; they go to parties, get drunk, and worry about their social lives. In a way I am happy the way I’ve turned out. It has been difficult realizing that I am saliently different from my own culture; not necessarily my Mexican culture, but the “American” culture that surrounds me everyday. I’ve been analyzing my writing for the very first time this semester and by doing so I am learning to describe myself and who I really am. My papers have been about cultures that I seemed to have connected with. I have learned so much about myself through writing these papers; which has taken me also on an emotional ride. The cultural material I have analyzed using different angles, and ideas has made me a more compassionate human being. I care more and think about people in third world countries, and people with medical problems; for example AIDS. I want to ask friends and peers why
they don’t think about the worldly issues I care about like AIDS. I now present you what it is to be me inside my culture, and the separation I’ve gone through.
I love my culture in the way that its traditions bring happiness to me and my family’s own traditions. My culture is the Mexican America and it surrounds me everyday. This culture lives south side of the city, and it’s people that have migrate from Mexico to the United States. The people in this culture that I criticize are the young population of Hispanics. One thing that I criticize my culture for doing is being so selfish when power falls in their hands. I see it around my community daily; which makes me sad to admit. What I see around me everyday are people from my culture that have adapted to the American life. I believe that also their mentalities change when they move to a completely different world from what their use to. I am not saying that all Hispanics are the same, but in every society there is always those people who have more than the rest. During this semester I started to analyze everything around me; I couldn’t just not. What makes me so angry and sad are people with money who could give a hand to homeless people, or donate a dollar to a needed association. I work at a grocery store where we always ask our customers if they would like to donate a dollar or any kind of change, and what makes me sad is when they say no. My blood starts to boil with anger when they have a stack of dollars in their hand and they are saying no to donating one single dollar to an AIDS, Cancer, MDA (Muscular Dystrophy Association) can at the register. Every time when a homeless comes up to me even if I don’t know what their going to do with the money I give them, I just know that I have help someone in need. Hispanics are not the only ones that don’t give; its everyone because the need is everywhere but I criticizes them because I live among them. At this moment I want people to understand, and realize that this world is falling apart, and if we don’t start to do something we are going to let something like AIDS knock on our doors. We are so uneducated about AIDS and taking care of ourselves that people are going to start opening those doors that shouldn’t be open. I saw this in High School young teens having sex, and using drugs. I believe that we as a community and culture we need to help ourselves to understand the crisis in this world dealing with AIDS; from that point we will help everyone else. Sometimes I feel that I am the only one my age (18) that thinks about worldly issues like AIDS. I am not only concern with the disease, but also poverty in my country of Mexico and everywhere else. I see people my age not care about these issues that are important for are future as a young generation; because we are the future. I really don’t understand how could they not see this happening, but inside me I know that they know. I know they know but they seem to forget, yet I understand that people have problems and difficulties in their lives but any help they can give is a great help for these people in third world countries. Personally I was the same way when I was younger, I didn’t really know anything. I found going to college a blessing because it has open my eye and my heart to people in these poor communities all around the world. I tear up and feel like running towards them with help, but those are just dreams that one day will come true. Many people don’t have the same opportunities like going to a University and being educated by professors that speak about these issues in the world. It should not be just Universities that teach about the crisis on earth, but it should be taught everywhere including in homes. I plan to start through my culture, my community, and slowly move into other cultures I just need help from people to accomplish goals that will benefit everyone. I am so glad that I was given the opportunity in college to explore my thoughts, and figure out what is my main mission on this earth. I am glad that through this opportunity I could educate myself and my peers about the situations on earth that need attention from everyone.
In conclusion, as I write this paper I am thankful for the education I have received this semester in my English class. I have been able to understand myself and others through what I’ve learn. I have become a caring person towards the needy. I understand better my culture through what I have analyze in the past essays. My culture is Mexican but I live among Mexican Americans and I have criticize my culture and myself. I’ve learn that analyzing and criticizing my culture has be a way of criticizing myself, yet by doing that I have been able to change the way I think and the way I see the world now. I know that someday people will start care more about the nature of this world and the people suffering of poverty and harsh diseases. It hurts me to see my culture so far away from myself, so far away from the reality of this world. I finish this essay up saying that somewhere in the heart of all people their does exist that compassion, care, and love toward the people in need they just don’t know it yet because they’ve forgotten. My mission is to help them remember.
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