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I am an African American, which is a part of my heritage; it is what’s inside of me. It helps me to remember where I’m from, where I am now, and sometimes where I’m going. I say I am African American because that is the only thing I can’t change about myself. When asked to write a cultural analysis paper, I would have to say I characterize my culture as the unknown. I have established my own culture, which is a lost soul. The only thing I know that is concrete about myself is that I was born African American and I am going to die an African American. I feel as if I’m just a lost soul with brown skin walking around.
I define myself as a lost soul because I don’t know anything. The more I find out about myself, the more I learn I don’t know. ... I have established a close knit family at HSU. I’ve been very distant with them lately, and they can’t predict what kind of mood I’m in at any particular time. ... I stayed in my room for about a week and a half. I got up at 7:45 every morning, and went to work, and from there to class, ate lunch and went to my room. I didn’t come out until the next day for work. If I ran into one of them, I would say “Hi” and that was it. ... We talked it over, and to make them feel better I decided to put the feelings of depression in the back of my mind. That’ s what I told them so they wouldn’t worry, because I love them so much, and I don’t want them to worry about me. I haven’t forgotten anything, I still feel lost, but I feel this is my problem.
Approximate Word count = 1533
Approximate Pages = 6.1
(250 words per page double spaced)
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