ciuffo
Sep 7, 2014
Undergraduate / I left my home country Venezuela when I was 10 and came to Illinois, United States [4]
As a person I am privilege to spend the first 17 years of my life learning and interacting with multi-cultural environments. Rather than noticing my potential I saw myself as an outcast of society, never truly fitting in any of them, individuals judging me for been different but never did they or I truly notice full potential of my fortunate life.
I left my home country Venezuela when I was 10 and came to Illinois, United States in hopes I would have a better education as well as a better life. I attended American school where I experience for the first time the melting pot. With time I was Speaking English in school Spanish at home and span/English outdoors. This interaction with languages and culture often lead me to think that as I learning a new culture an old one would eventually diminish
Blending to my new culture was a difficult task. Struggle every day was shown in school as well as home; eventually communicating came to be from something unorthodox to an everyday situation. Every now and then I would
After many years every time I go to Venezuela I see my old friends, going to school with the typical Venezuelan uniform, talking Spanish in the plaza. Margin once again with my native society was difficult and almost impossible. Feeling unfamiliar and to an extreme an outcast,
Since my exposure to diverse culture, I've experienced a significant amount of identical crises. Being Venezuelan and yet feeling more comfortable with a foreign culture and the discomfort of an outcast when I visit Venezuela. Observing only at the optimistic side of so called 'fortunate' society baptized me as a lucky prodigy, who would shine academically. This approached a pronounced burden, which have bound me to push myself to meet their expectations. Having this sense of pressure continuously places me in a logjam in which im not able to give my 100% for the fear of failing myself as well as the others.
However it was not long ago when I found out about how privileged I have been from the start. About two years ago I had the privilege of going to English course in Venezuela and talk about my transition to a new culture as well as knew language. I found myself in a very high alert, concerning myself weather they'll accept me or think of me as a haughty person.
I was shock to see the outcome, people accepted me for who I am. Blind by fear was I that I forgot what I am made of. I told them my story; they were charmed as if they have heard fantasy stories. It was then when I realize how much of a privilege child I was. A stage in my life is about to end and another one soon to begin, I will soon leave Illinois and explore more of what the melting pot has to offer
As a person I am privilege to spend the first 17 years of my life learning and interacting with multi-cultural environments. Rather than noticing my potential I saw myself as an outcast of society, never truly fitting in any of them, individuals judging me for been different but never did they or I truly notice full potential of my fortunate life.
I left my home country Venezuela when I was 10 and came to Illinois, United States in hopes I would have a better education as well as a better life. I attended American school where I experience for the first time the melting pot. With time I was Speaking English in school Spanish at home and span/English outdoors. This interaction with languages and culture often lead me to think that as I learning a new culture an old one would eventually diminish
Blending to my new culture was a difficult task. Struggle every day was shown in school as well as home; eventually communicating came to be from something unorthodox to an everyday situation. Every now and then I would
After many years every time I go to Venezuela I see my old friends, going to school with the typical Venezuelan uniform, talking Spanish in the plaza. Margin once again with my native society was difficult and almost impossible. Feeling unfamiliar and to an extreme an outcast,
Since my exposure to diverse culture, I've experienced a significant amount of identical crises. Being Venezuelan and yet feeling more comfortable with a foreign culture and the discomfort of an outcast when I visit Venezuela. Observing only at the optimistic side of so called 'fortunate' society baptized me as a lucky prodigy, who would shine academically. This approached a pronounced burden, which have bound me to push myself to meet their expectations. Having this sense of pressure continuously places me in a logjam in which im not able to give my 100% for the fear of failing myself as well as the others.
However it was not long ago when I found out about how privileged I have been from the start. About two years ago I had the privilege of going to English course in Venezuela and talk about my transition to a new culture as well as knew language. I found myself in a very high alert, concerning myself weather they'll accept me or think of me as a haughty person.
I was shock to see the outcome, people accepted me for who I am. Blind by fear was I that I forgot what I am made of. I told them my story; they were charmed as if they have heard fantasy stories. It was then when I realize how much of a privilege child I was. A stage in my life is about to end and another one soon to begin, I will soon leave Illinois and explore more of what the melting pot has to offer