<p>this is real rought not even done but i want to know if im goign the right direction and what you guys think of the writing. and once again real rought so i am sorry for the gramemr and spelling and bad sentencse.</p>
<p>topic: what makes you diverse and what experiences that you have that makes you diverse will you bring to the campus</p>
<p>My arm lifts away from my side and I reach for the Spanish taco as I take a sip from my glass of Brazilian soda. Trying to maneuver through the crowd I see different booths filled with posters, food, and people dressed in foreign clothing. It was a collusion of cultures with all the different types of people there. The languages, culture, and people hit with a flash with all the images on the wall and the people dressed up in costumes. I am hit back to reality, when I felt a hand on my shoulder; I hear the voice of my friend and turn around. Smashing food into his mouth he says in a mumble voice<br>
Yo, you have to try this its so good,
I look down at his hand and with a sense of pride inside me I reply you like those, my mom cooked them they are Filipino finger foods. Amazed by this, he stuffs another one into his mouth and says, Wow didnt know Filipino food was this good. I put my arm around him and we walk down the row of booths looking at the Indian dancers and I say, I bet we dont know a lot of things about other cultures.
Walking down the rows of booths in the gym during my schools international night, I was brought back to that yellow painted house in the Philippines. I remembered the sunny days in my hometown Cabanatuan, where I lived with my grandparents. Now 10 years later and 10 years older with new experiences of America, I see myself still in that yellow painted house in so many ways.
My friend replied to me yah we dont know a lot about each others culture I talked to him telling him how at home I talked tagalong with my parents and how I was always respectfully to my elders a common aspect of my culture. It was odd because I never really did talk to anyone about my culture until I as surrounded by other cultures. I spoke with pride in my voice ad my friend replied back with curiosity. I remembered all my cousins faces back in the Philippines and remembered their lasting effect on me. As we strolled down the gym looking at everyones cultures, I just smiled knowing that I had a culture that was close to me to.</p>