Cultural Diorama

This is for my Multicultural Education Class. These "artifacts" from my life tell a little about me as a person and the culture of my life.

My Label.

Happy Little White Girl from Huntington Beach, California

Artifact 1: A Penny

As a child, I remember a large coin jar in my parents room. It sat under their desk until it was needed. Whenever I wanted to buy lunch at school or needed some quarters for the ice cream man, the money would come out of that huge coin jar. You see, my family didn't have a ton of money growing up, but these pennies and quarters were for us kids to get treated sometimes. I did not know it at the time, but my parents sacrificed so much for me. A penny doesn't seem like much to some people, but I have learned from many pennies in that coin jar, about self control and sacrifice. I hope that those lessons are ones I will retain my whole life and will teach to my children one day.

Artifact 2: A deck of cards

All growing up, and to this day, the card game NERTZ has been a family favorite. This fast paced, competitive, crazy game was a family tradition. I remember playing with my cousins and grandparents and now I live at college away from my family, but my roommates and I have NERTZ nights every Sunday night and we've met so many friends through these game nights. Besides being a tradition and a loved game in my family, I think NERTZ shows true colors. Some would call me a quiet, easy going girl... but when NERTZ gets going, I get loud and competitive and I love it. These little hand held cards get me out of my box and allow me to be a little crazy for the hour or so the game lasts.

Artifact 3: Journal

I write in my journal almost everyday. I love it. It's like free therapy. I can write whatever I want, for as long as I want. My journal is a collage of movie stubs, notes I want to keep, pictures from my neice, to wrappers of the amazing English Chocolate I got to try. It is me. I write in my journal for myself, for my posterity, or sometimes I imagine that someone in the distant future will find it and discover a culture of my life they had never thought of before. I believe in keeping a record of my adventures and life happeneings. I believe in leaving something behind me when I go. This is how I do it. This is my way of being selfish as I keep these thoughts to myself, but generous as I donate my journal to the future archeologists of my room.

These things are just little pieces of me. My cultural diorama attempting to encompass my life and culture in 3 short paragraphs. I hope you enjoyed yourself. I know did trying to to think of things.

peace and love
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