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Sep 7, 2014
Undergraduate / I left my home country Venezuela when I was 10 and came to Illinois, United States [4]
Thank you for the feedback I revise my essay and made my ideas more clear. Can you please have a look at it
As a person I have been privilege to have spent the first 17 years of my life learning and interacting with multi-cultural environments.
I left my home country of Venezuela when I was 10 and came to Illinois, United States in the hopes that I would find a better education as well as a better life. I attended American school where I experienced the melting pot. Over time, I began to speak English and Spanish and English outdoors. As I learn a new culture, the old one would eventually disappear.
One's a year I scroll back to Venezuela, I spent some time in Venezuelan schools where I see my old friends, wore the typical school uniform, and spoke Spanish wherever I went. But now I was more American than Venezuelan and I had to come to terms with dealing with a culture that I had already forgotten.
However it was not long ago when I found out about how privileged I have been from the start. Since my exposure to diverse culture, I've experienced a significant amount of identical crises. 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. Being Venezuelan and yet feeling more comfortable with a foreign culture and the discomfort of an outcast when I visit my home country. Having this sense of pressure continuously places me in a logjam in which am not able to give my 100% for fear of failing myself as well as the others.
About a year ago I had the privilege of attending an English course in Venezuela and talk about my transition to my new culture. I found myself in a very high alert, concerning myself weather they'll accept me or think of me as a haughty person. 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.
Thank you for the feedback I revise my essay and made my ideas more clear. Can you please have a look at it
As a person I have been privilege to have spent the first 17 years of my life learning and interacting with multi-cultural environments.
I left my home country of Venezuela when I was 10 and came to Illinois, United States in the hopes that I would find a better education as well as a better life. I attended American school where I experienced the melting pot. Over time, I began to speak English and Spanish and English outdoors. As I learn a new culture, the old one would eventually disappear.
One's a year I scroll back to Venezuela, I spent some time in Venezuelan schools where I see my old friends, wore the typical school uniform, and spoke Spanish wherever I went. But now I was more American than Venezuelan and I had to come to terms with dealing with a culture that I had already forgotten.
However it was not long ago when I found out about how privileged I have been from the start. Since my exposure to diverse culture, I've experienced a significant amount of identical crises. 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. Being Venezuelan and yet feeling more comfortable with a foreign culture and the discomfort of an outcast when I visit my home country. Having this sense of pressure continuously places me in a logjam in which am not able to give my 100% for fear of failing myself as well as the others.
About a year ago I had the privilege of attending an English course in Venezuela and talk about my transition to my new culture. I found myself in a very high alert, concerning myself weather they'll accept me or think of me as a haughty person. 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.
