<p>can you guys tell me what you think of my essay. i need to cut stuff out. what do you think i can cut out. and i hate the beginning. does anyone have any ideas? anything would be great thank you!!</p>
<p>Describe the world you come from for example, your family, community or school and tell us how your world has shaped your dreams and aspirations.</p>
<p>Culture. We are nothing without it. It is nothing. We cant hold it, touch it, feel it. Yet, it is the fabric that holds our lives together (sounds cliche again). The beliefs, values, and even languages I speak have all been shaped by my culture. I am part of the first generation of my family that was born in America (clearer way with staying first generation). When I was younger, my grandparents and my uncles families had recently migrated to America after being sponsored by my parents. In a house that was 1/2 (change) the size of my house now, we had 6 times the people that are currently living in my house right now. Considering that none of my grandparents, aunts, uncles, or cousins knew English, it is understandable that I was brought up speaking Gujarati. Both my mom and dad worked, so from 9-5 my Ba (grandma in gujarati) took care of me. My Ba taught everything there was to know about Hinduism and Gujarati culture, social etiquette, and even tying knots. This was perfectly suitable for my lifestyle, until it came to kindergarten.
I was a relatively intelligent child; my only problem was that I didnt know English. I had one friend, named Victor, who also struggled with English because his family was Hispanic and he spoke Spanish at home. I became a sort of outcast and therefore any motivation I had to learn English disappeared. One day my class was going on a field trip to the zoo. I was looking forward to this trip; looking at animals didnt require knowing English. But, as we were boarding the freshly-painted yellow schoolbus I realized I had to go to the bathroom. It was an emergency. But, I had no way to communicate this. I didnt even enough time to run back into the school. Along with the rays of the brilliant sun, I felt my bladder about to burst, like an overfilled water balloon. I called out for my teacher and tried to make hand gestures. That failed. I couldnt do it anymore, the water balloon had popped. I went right there. Good thing I only had one friend and he wasnt coming on the trip, because I wouldve lost the ones I did have.
Looking back, I regret not wanting to adjust to American school life, I feel stupid, for not realizing I had to go to the bathroom earlier, but surprisingly I feel a strong sense of pride. My family came to America with no understanding of the language and with very little means and made it possible for me to have a typical, suburban upbringing. They struggled so that I would never have to. I am proud to have been raised by my grandmother who instilled many cultural values in me and has made me a better person, if not a popular kindergartner. I am proud to have a culture that I can go back to, as a way to identify myself. I am proud that I can speak another language that will keep me connected to my ancestors and especially my grandparents. Now when my Ba tells the story of me peeing in my pants in kindergarten, neither the wet feeling I had nor the embarrassment, I recall my childhood as a whole and remember that Ive had modest upbringings. I hope to achieve a lot throughout my career and have a big,happy family but most of my goal is to remain modest throughout my entire journey and even once Ive reach my potential. My parents have, and I plan on doing the same.</p>