In The Fortune Cookie Chronicles, Jennifer 8. Lee describes the customs found within the Chinese-American culture. Customs can be linked to behavior, music, way of dress, food, language, and/or entertainment (i.e. theater, or dance). Describe thoroughly a scene in which you participated in a certain ritual, or enacted a custom linked to your own culture. Set the scene, meaning show the reader how, why, where, when, and with whom you participated in this ritual or custom.
This entry should be complete, free of typos, with paragraph division. It should tell the tale of you (the main character) going through the motions of this custom. This entry should be three or more paragraphs in length.
Your entry could have dialogue, vivid description, analysis, and/or a description about how you feel/felt before, during, and after participating in this culture's ritual.
Can you link your own culture's ritual to any of the rituals described in Chapter 1?
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ReplyDeleteImagine five stages, hundreds of worldwide Dj’s and an endless amount of energy. From day to dusk this is the Electric Daisy Carnival culture. First entering EDC a blast of edge, fun, provocative and bright colored clothing filled the area. The hype and rush that filled my head was pulsating my whole body, I just wanted to let go. Walking through and checking the scene I saw the rave style; fluffies, Fishnets, multi- colored top/bottoms, candi bracelets and bright make-up. I wore what my culture is and it makes me feel myself, no one judges you for it. That is why I love Raves so much, I can wear the craziest outfit and there would be a lot other people doing the same thing.
ReplyDeleteWhen we walked to the main stage I could not believe where I was, and I couldn’t stop smiling. Before the huge crowd of people came my friend and I, her name is Sabrina, ran to the front before the concert started. My determination to being able to see my favorite artists was a must have, and I wanted to be close enough to feel that power the artists have for us. When it started, I went wild and screamed of pure joy. The bass vibrated my whole chest, and quivered to my knees. My face was in awe, and the light’s were the most beautiful thing I have seen in long time. They were everywhere, shooting left, right, and flashing at every beat the music made. I was here, and behind me were thousands of ravers.
Take the energy from the crowd and energy from the Dj, that combined made me explode. Jumping up and down, reaching for the bass of the speakers. Throwing a heart up with your hands, shows love for my culture. Once Hardwell, Avicii, and Benny Benassi ended the show I didn’t want to leave. I wanted to experience it all over again and I kept having flashbacks. Just watching people in the crowd during the show were as ecstatic as I was, and if not more! After Sabrina and I left the stage we raged all the way back to the car and it was 3 am already. Raging is a form of dance and feel my culture gives when listening to house and dubstep music. In all, I would love to repeat another experience like EDC. It was the most amazing night of my life, and I still think about it quite often till this day. The rave culture is very welcoming and people are constantly nice. I get dressed up in wild outfits, rage the night away, and always meet new friends. It affects my mood; I’m more of a positive person now because the experience and happiness you intake from this has made me a better person mentally. This is my culture, and I love how much it has changed and took over my life.
My Music Culture experience
ReplyDeleteMy mom came home one day and she was all excited, and I look at her like she’s nuts and I ask “ what has gotten you so happy”. She walks over to me and she pulls out Prince tickets and she screams “I got Prince tickets”. So I start jumping up and down because I love Prince he’s one of my favorite rock artist.
Then my mom says “we go this Sunday”. Even though it was a school night she knew how much I liked Prince. So the entire week all I could think about was the Prince concert, I wouldn’t even hangout with my friends. Then finally Sunday came and I was hyped up and ready to go. I opened up my closet and went to work on finding an outfit. Then I finally found the right combo. My really nice black pants and my brand new shirt that I brought from Torrid. “Are you ready honey” my mom yells, and I yell “absolutely”.
So I go down and put on my shoes and my mom and I head to the car. The whole ride me and my mom blasted Prince CD’s. When we finally arrived at the arena it was packed and it took us forever to park, but once we did me and my mom headed to the arena. We walked through the doors with excitement and we run into my God mom. My mom had invited her as a surprise for me. We all head to the arena for the concert and we had to wait for a little while, but it was more than worth it. Then the concert finally started and everyone stood up and started to dance and jump around. The arena was packed wall to wall. There were people in seats and in the isles.
His stage was the female and male symbol combined and it was purple (his favorite color). It was three hours of amazing music and the lights were neon it was almost rave like. That night was absolutely amazing and I will never forget it
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ReplyDeleteA dark room filled with people, a stage ready for the catwalk, and models ready to strike a pose. Fashion city is what they called, the place that made me the model I am today. We practiced for weeks on end just for one night of pure passion and excitement. A night where you showed what you were made of to clients across the board.
ReplyDeleteIt came, the night was filled with commotion, make up, costumes, hair, glitter, you name it. you wore it. You went through stations of clothing, hair, make up, props, and tons of hype. Everything was so rushed, but you looked like a doll afterwards. There are girls running around everywhere for finally touches, and last minute practice. I sat and watched as I waited for game time.
It was time, the lights came up and everyone was silent the music started and we walked one by one down the most glitterier runway ever. The nerves were high and I wanted nothing more but to nail it on stage. I started slow and picked up my walking pace as the music hit harder and harder, I got to the end and did my poses. The crowd went nuts and butterflies shot up my stomach. It was over in 5 seconds, but the hype wasn’t gone I rushed to get back out on that stage for the final walk the last time I could make my mark as a model that came from nothing.
This is my culture a world of modeling where people judge but it only makes you stronger and better. I wouldn’t give this up for anything it helped me find myself as a person I’m thankful everyday for it. Modeling is what makes me live everyday to the fullest because with out modeling I wouldn’t have the confidence I have today.
Mill neck’s Apple festival:
ReplyDeleteWhen I was younger I was so curious of learning my deaf culture because I don’t know anything about it. I grew up in the hearing world and not the deaf world. I was in 7th grade, I was taking ASL to learn more about the language and learn my culture. My ASL teacher gave us the opportunity to give us extra credit. The extra credit was to go to the Mill Neck’s Apple festival; a Deaf festival to be exact. We needed to bring back one souvenir to prove to her that we went to the festival. I was so excited of going there and just experiencing the way that Deaf people talk and have fun in life. My best friend went to a couple of times to the Deaf festival and actually offered me to give a me a ride to the festival. My mom had to work that day so I needed a ride but she could pick me up. As we were going there, I could feel this nauseous feeling in my stomach, on how nervous I was to go to the festival. I don’t know why I was so nervous, I guess that I was afraid of how the festival is going to be like? Is it going to be more than I expected or not.
We finally arrived and the festival and the parking’s a little crazy. People are parking on the grass and we could see a person in a green bright shirt that’s guiding people on where to park. We finally got out of the car and we walked towards the festival. As I’m walking to the festival, I can see people using ASL and some kids getting there face painted. I smile at the fact that the kids are having a blast at the festival. There’s a big bouncy house of some sort, face painting, and waxing hands; tons of fun for the little kids. Let me just say that it meets the kids expectations cause they’re not going to be bored while the parents are talking and such, meeting new people. I walked around a little bit and saw that there’s some stands that has some shops, like souvenirs and clothing.
My friend and I are a little bit hungry. So we walked over to this big section where the foods are. As we’re walking I could smell the buttery goodness that’s glazed on the corn. I see funnel cakes baking in the fryer; and I’m a sucker for funnel cakes, I also see some people are making hamburgers and hotdogs for people. We got some food and we went and sat down on a picnic table. I wasn’t really eating as much cause I’m just so fascinated by the adults talking; using ASL. The way that they’re signing it’s just so…..beautiful even though I have no clue on what they’re saying at all. It’s like a work of art that’s through communications. I can’t really express the words that I’m feeling.
My friend had a blast at the festival. For me it just felt like I was on mars or something cause I have no idea what’s going on and how to communicate with them cause I’m just learning how to sign. During the festival I was just so fascinated by them signing and commutating in a work of art. I didn’t really focus on the fact that I’m so lost and I could find myself asking more and more questions about who I am. Am I hearing or deaf? Which is it?
As the years goes on, I find that I’m more comfortable in a hearing setting, a normal person. It’s not that I don’t like the way that deaf people live their life and communicate. I respect their culture and just see it as a work of art. I just think that I’m more into the hearing world rather than the deaf world. I know that it’s a little confusing considering of the fact that I’m deaf. It took a long time for me to realized on who I really am.
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I grew up learning about deaf culture but when I first visited Gallaudet University in Washington D.C, it was a major culture shock for me. Deaf culture describes everything that affected by deafness. The university is a four-year college that offers undergraduate and graduates degrees school specifically for deaf and hard-of-hearing students. In addition, hearing students can enroll at this school for the undergraduate and graduate degrees in interpreting.
ReplyDeleteThe culture shock I experienced happened when I became very overwhelmed with the hands flying around the campus at Gallaudet University. I grew up mainstreamed my whole life had less than twenty-five deaf friends, about 60 deaf and hard-of-hearing students. We had Deaf Educators and in our mainstreamed classes we had sign language interpreters. Gallaudet University has more than a thousand students attending.
There are a lot of sounds and hands flying on campus but no spoken words on the campus or at the events/sport tournaments. I have never experienced culture shock like this before.
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ReplyDeleteGrowing up in a Christian home has molded me into a Christian culture. Being a Christian I have gone to church every Sunday, and experienced gods love through certain events. A huge event that we celebrate is Christmas.
ReplyDeleteChristmas is once a year and it celebrates Jesus’ birthday. Every year my family and I wake up super early and run out to the Christmas tree and celebrate the glorious birthday of Jesus as a family. Being in the Christian culture, Christmas is something we have always valued and shared with each other.
My brother tapes me on the shoulder and says, “Becca it’s Christmas, lets go!” As I jump out of bed, trying to fully open my eyes, I gather the excitement that Christmas is finally here. I look out the window, and see the fresh placed snow on the ground. It looks like a winter wonderland. That’s when I know it’s Christmas morning! My brother and I run up stairs to wake up my parents and sister. We yell, “ITS CHRISTMAS, WAKE UP!” Everyone gathers themselves, and hops out of bed to open the presents we have received to celebrate Jesus’ birthday! We all run out to the living room, and celebrate opening presents and spending time together for the morning of Jesus’ birthday. After the presents have been unwrapped and all the craziness dies down, we gather at the table to enjoy a delicious breakfast all together as a family. The pancakes taste like sweet joy. The bacon tastes like it just came down form heaven. Oh the sweet, sweet food that Jesus has given us to eat is marvelous on this Christmas morning all together! After breakfast, I begin to get my Christmas outfit on to head over to grandma and grandpas with the family. Running out to the car, I feel the fresh air sweep across my face. I open my mouth to gather the snowflakes onto my tongue. It feels like the entire world is at peace, for just one moment. Driving to grandmas feels like the longest drive on Christmas. Once we get to grandma and grandpas, I can taste the apple pie through my nose. I smell that fresh scented Christmas fragrance all across the living room. I can hear all my family talking and gathering. I can feel the love of my family all together. I can touch all the beautiful Christmas decorations. I know that it’s Christmas! We spend all day together and pray and celebrate Jesus’ birthday together. For me, Christmas is the best holiday and it is an amazing time for my family and I to celebrate Jesus together.
Before, during and after Christmas I just feel all joy and happiness. I am already counting down the days until Christmas with my family. Being in the Christian culture, Christmas is something we have always valued and shared with each other.
Remember that sweet smell coming from the kitchen? Mom yells “come down, it’s time for dinner” and you did not even wait for her to finish the statement. You just get up and run down to the table because you are so ready to just shove everything in your mouth.
ReplyDeleteWhen I’m getting my ingredients out to cook, I am thinking about how the food is going to smell, how is it going to look, and if the taste going to be delicious or disgusting. I get all of my stuff out and ready to cook, and I’m just thinking about the aftermath. I get out my pan, knife, measuring cups out and my salt grinder, and than comes the hot sauce, and they are all lined up on the counter ready to go. I go over to the cabinet get a bowl along with my lemon and lime cut them up and squeeze them until there is nothing coming out of them any more. By this time my mouth is all watering I just want to suck the juice out of that lemon.
Have you ever tasted something and your mouth is just watering wanting more? That’s how I I feel when I am eating my food. Savoring the smell and wondering whether or not the food was going to be good; all that anticipation is over with now and it is time. Now it is time to taste my creation!
On july 20th its mandatory that all schools celebrate and compete against each other. We celebrate the day of one of our national heroes. Its extremely exhausting we have to make huge posters, we have to draw their faces paint in really colorful colors their costumes and also decorate the whole classroom with a lot of colors especially blue and white. Then we have to choose two people from our class, a boy and a girl. They have to dress up as Indians/Mayans because that is how our hero dressed up as. once the whole assignment is done in less than 6-7 hours, the event gets televised and we get to hear the comments of the judges, after they decide which poster wins and the classroom they liked; we all go outside to the outdoor auditorium and see all the "indios and indias" (boys and girls dressed up in costumes. They march past and explain the design of their costumes. The costumes are the thing that are made before hand and after all of that they select the winner. Once the whole show is done and everything is decided we get to have fun, dance and eat.
ReplyDeleteI’ve been attending church as a Christian at a young age till now. I first started to attend church with my grandfather and the rest of the family. He was a deacon; some of the first rituals in church is getting saved and baptized. Everyone in my family took part of this at least at the age of five. Growing up as a Christian was our family’s number one custom.
ReplyDeleteAccepting the ritual in church was my own decision. It took place in front of the whole congregation. Last time I remembered it was a full house, packed church. Everyone was praising and worshipping with music of drums, piano, horns, and vocals. I walked to the front of the church with my twin sister and mother by my side.
When I got to the front “The Pastor, the head of the church comes up to me and say”, would you like to accept Jesus Christ as your Lord and Savior?”
“I said”, yes”
Then I got prayer and anointed with holy oil. I gave my life God so I could be fully covered and blessed from danger.
Next I decided to get baptized the following Sunday. I was dressed in this fully clothed white robe. I stepped in this very small pool in the middle of the pulpit. Next thing I know I’m dipped in the holy water by the Pastor and my granddad while they were quoting a scripture from “The Bible”. I came up from the water dipping wet, I remember everything felt incredible and pure all in one.
I'll never forget that was also one of the best days of m life!