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The consequences of cultural assimilation
Cultural assimilation
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Fitting In? I am a Japanese-American, growing up I never felt like I belonged in either one. I never felt that I was fully Japanese because I did not have all of the same beliefs and traditions as other Japanese people. Nor did I feel fully American because I fully do not believe in all of the American beliefs. I saw myself relating more to the Japanese culture because it taught me to be more respectful to my elders and other people in the community. Growing up I had to assimilate to the prevailing culture because people were bantering me because I had unusual views than they did. It was hard for me growing up; I was trying to identify myself as either a Japanese boy or an American boy while I was at school and at home. At school I had to be this normal American boy, while at home, I had to be a Japanese boy. I felt like two different people. This also tied into me having an awkward relationship with other kids my age especially the girls. I would ask my parents if it was okay for me to date, their response was “as long they are some sort of Asian, then it is okay.” Today my parents do not believe in that saying, they just want to see me in high spirits, but as I was growing up it was hard for me to find a girl that I liked that fit my family standards I always found myself fond of another race other than my own and my parents were not too thrilled with the choices I made when it came to girls when I was an adolescent. Growing up was never easy for me; I am assuming it is never easy for anyone. I think it is certainly tougher for anyone who is of mixed races trying to figure out which one he or she best fits into. Growing up in a Japanese household, there were a lot of differences between my household and the households of all ... ... middle of paper ... ...keptical of dating other races; but it does not matter because I am an adult and make my own decisions. It is hard to believe that my parents would put social barriers on their kid. In conclusion growing up with an ethnic background was pretty hard; I did not get ridiculed for looking different or doing things differently. There was when I had to assimilate to be accepted in a new town because I did not want to be known as a nerd if I played with the Asian kids instead when I was at school I adapted and changed my beliefs and played with the White kids to feel accepted. But, the hardest part was not in the social atmosphere it comes when it came to my parents. My parents put up these social barriers to not allow me to expand out of my own race. Growing up I broke out of their chain and started to explore different friends and started to date people of other races.
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My parents were born and raised in South Korea, and in 1973 they immigrated to Los Angeles, California. That is where I was born and raised. In the first few years of elementary school, I was one of only a handful of non-white, non-Latino kids. I recall being told by the blonde girl who ruled the playground to go play with the other Asian-American kids since we were all the same. I recall this now with humor, but at the time I think I was quite bemused by it. By then, I had accepted there were differences in people, but this was one of my earliest introductions to the notion that people were the same based on "where they were from," to rephrase the question often put to me then...
...nd then found myself to be distinctively not like the reaction I found myself / the way I found myself reacting to certain situations) and pretend they wouldn't have an issue with this or that but when faced with a reality of embracing the scenario it can be a very different story. And that's through no fault of their own. I included will believe and think I am capable or ready for something I've never experienced before and when I am confronted with the reality I have been very surprised by my own reactions. Reactions that I was not prepared for and however much I may have disliked what I was seeing about my personality through the reaction I couldn't deny that it wasn't happening. My parents could have said they had no problem with other ethnic children but when confronted with the reality they may have learnt that in fact they were not prepared for the situation.
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Imagine the place that you are the most comfortable, the place where you get that quote on quote “warm fuzzy feeling”. For you that might be your house, a specific class in school, or a house of someone you know well. We usually get this feeling because of things that we’ve done there, people we’ve met, or just the familiar surroundings. For me it’s not a specific place, instead all I need to feel comfortable is my family. Throughout the start of my life up until now I have had arguments and fights with my siblings but I know that every one of those disputes has strengthened my family bond. I have had so many learning and growing experiences and each one taught me different things. These experiences range from family road trips, to doing the same things as my siblings, and even the little everyday schedule has taught me things about my family.