In my culture, Respect is a major factor when presenting yourself In Front of the elders. Polynesian culture is all about family no matter what. Polynesian includes Samoa, Tonga, Fiji, Tahiti, Hawaii, Guam, New Zealand, etc. In my case coming from the Samoan culture, I grew up knowing to respect those in high power, always being about family, loving the food, and dancing is my passion. Polynesian dancing includes the dances from every Polynesia island, from the graceful dances if Samoa, to the exotic hip shaking of Tahiti. I am now part of a family dance group called Manaia Dance Company, I am one of the professional dancers in the group. It does rank from beginners, intermediate, to advanced, and the professional group of dancers who participate in booked payed shows. Dancing is something that I grew up with as a lifestyle and have grown to love over the years, it did take time but with the help of my cousins I am able to perform in front of thousands of people without feeling any sense of nervousness. I am blessed to represent my culture and my group because that is what I have prepared as a young woman to do.
Thursday, October 10, 2013
My early schooling began in Los Angeles, CA my first day of what was a daycare combined with preschool, in a small neighborhood made up of middle eastern residents. Since my mother is Hispanic and Arabic she wanted me attend this school in my early childhood because she never grew up with her middle eastern family. Sele Amara was my teachers name, to me it was Mrs. Amara emphasis on the arabic accent. She had yellow almost pale looking skin with a overgrown nose and a mole right on her nose. I was terrified because she looked almost like my aunt, except she had really short boy hair. I hoped that she would be as nice as my aunt, they almost had the same name, Selerina is my aunts name. She greeted my aunt really well, that was a good sign, my mom left and she instructed all the students including myself to do a few activities and work. Finally it was time to play with toys and other things she had available, I noticed a really colorful looking item which made me interested so I reached for it and it fell. A part of this traditional Syrian shrine had broke, she ran and took me to her desk and made me put my hand on her desk. She pulled out the ruler and BAM! After that day, she targeted me with the ruler for anything I wasn't supposed to be doing. I don't think ill ever forget my first day of Mrs. Amara's class.