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As I read through Spolsky's article “Why your brain hates other people” and Chapter 1 of our book I was able to connect with some of the things that they talked about. Our main topic was about diversity and Inclusion and how it leads to success. My parents are from Mexico and came to the U.S for the opportunity of a better life. And as a result of them coming here I was conceived and have a chance of creating a better life for myself. Trying to relate to one culture is hard for me because I can’t say I’m full on Hispanic or American. I also can’t really say I’m more of one than the other because they are both equally important to me. Throughout my life I’ve missed out on certain traditions and cultural experiences from both ends. My parents have tried to teach me about what the hispanic culture and I’ve slowly learned about …show more content…
And I was surprised on how different cultures can really be. It was interesting to see how close everyone is over there and how different our lifestyle are. At times, I felt so out of place that when I tried to introduce myself to others; I’d be looked down upon. I was told that I had it easy in U.S and how terrible I was for not not knowing a lot about the Hispanic culture. People would whisper, “she came to Mexico just to brag about her life.” I was only 17 years old at the time and didn’t really know how to react to all the negative feedback. I remember running to my sister with tears in my eyes, asking her why it is that people judge us based upon what they think they know? I was glad I got to travel to Mexico and see a whole new world of what could've been my life. And I guess part of the hate that I got was because I really don’t know what it’s like to live in their shoes, but I also feel like they also need to understand that they don’t what I’ve been through. I will say that thanks to this experience I’ve really learned to value what I

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