Cultural Experience Research Paper
Memories floating around like clouds in the sky. I felt my childhood pass me by with nothing but pictures reminding me of an opportunity so profoundly missed.
My father would always say to me “Annie nothing is more important in your life than culture” it becomes almost an alarm clock, its reverberations resounding loud enough for me to hear, though tiring to bear. Why should I learn about my cultural background? What good would it do? What use is it to me now? I thought it to be a complete joke, but the joke however was on me. Cultural day in year 7 Tayler’s Lakes Secondary College created an environment where everyone can express their ideas and feel that they are valued. My school has always made this day out to be a pivotal ceremony …show more content…
But there is still this absence deep within me, a lack of authenticity forcing recollection of my missed opportunity to understand who it is that I truly am. The very thought is felt in the drying paths of tears past and present, my eyes clouded by the darkness of shadows forcing a sense of blindness onto me, though I so desperately want to see. I feel trapped like a mouse in a maze with neither entry nor exit, but unlike the mouse I’m aware of this perpetual phenomena, aware that with neither entry nor exit I am forever stuck. The maze was guilt, a guilt so inescapable that I feel it run through my veins more prominently than …show more content…
The organizers brought in this lady who was as thin as a rake but her hair was flowed over her shoulders like a waterfall over rocks. She came in to tell us about our cultural background. She fascinated me with all these tales and as they further unfolded my knowledge enhanced dramatically, yes, my moral though dissipated beyond repair. Who is this lady to be telling me who I am, I thought? My parents were there to do that for me; however they are not here anymore. My ears were there to listen, but they didn’t want to hear it. However my mind was also there to block both of them out simultaneously. Ignorant is bliss in most cases. In this one it’s downright
My father would always say to me “Annie nothing is more important in your life than culture” it becomes almost an alarm clock, its reverberations resounding loud enough for me to hear, though tiring to bear. Why should I learn about my cultural background? What good would it do? What use is it to me now? I thought it to be a complete joke, but the joke however was on me. Cultural day in year 7 Tayler’s Lakes Secondary College created an environment where everyone can express their ideas and feel that they are valued. My school has always made this day out to be a pivotal ceremony …show more content…
But there is still this absence deep within me, a lack of authenticity forcing recollection of my missed opportunity to understand who it is that I truly am. The very thought is felt in the drying paths of tears past and present, my eyes clouded by the darkness of shadows forcing a sense of blindness onto me, though I so desperately want to see. I feel trapped like a mouse in a maze with neither entry nor exit, but unlike the mouse I’m aware of this perpetual phenomena, aware that with neither entry nor exit I am forever stuck. The maze was guilt, a guilt so inescapable that I feel it run through my veins more prominently than …show more content…
The organizers brought in this lady who was as thin as a rake but her hair was flowed over her shoulders like a waterfall over rocks. She came in to tell us about our cultural background. She fascinated me with all these tales and as they further unfolded my knowledge enhanced dramatically, yes, my moral though dissipated beyond repair. Who is this lady to be telling me who I am, I thought? My parents were there to do that for me; however they are not here anymore. My ears were there to listen, but they didn’t want to hear it. However my mind was also there to block both of them out simultaneously. Ignorant is bliss in most cases. In this one it’s downright