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For this paper, create a meaningful thesis, and then use the body of your
essay to support and develop that thesis using examples from history, current
events, or personal experience to illustrate your ideas. Remember to have your
audience and purpose clearly in mind as you write your final draft.
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Use everything you have learned about effective writing to develop a strong
essay. Detail, fresh language, meaningful transitions, concise thesis and topic
sentences, and a strong conclusion will all contribute to successful papers. For
more information on essays that explain by using examples, please refer to the
BTTL book. Also, remember not to simply have one narrative as an
illustration. You will want at least three subpoints.
The length is four to five pages; fully develop your idea!
Inside a Minority Paradise
When I first moved to East Chicago at the end of my fifth grade year, I had a hard time
adjusting. Although I came from a big city like Chicago, I was only used to going to school with
other black kids. I went from being Niana Rice, the girl with the funny last name, to Niana Rice
the only black girl in her class. Many things held me back from totally adjusting. First, I had a
jerri curly, which was completely natural in Chicago but foreign to my new Hispanic
counterparts. Second, I had a totally different ethnic and slang vocabulary, which frequently left
me feeling out of place. In America there is a cold reality to face that most neighborhoods and
communities are segregated. Combining the two largest minority groups in America, my
neighborhood is a unique balance of African and Hispanic Americans.
To begin with, the African American and Hispanic American culture is always being
exchanged. When I first moved here, the only Mexican or Puerto Rican food I knew of were the
tacos from Taco Bell. Thankfully, my first best friend’s mother taught me differently. By eating
dinner with her family, I acquired a taste for enchiladas, pastallios, and Puerto Rican rice. In
exchange, she learned about foods such as croquettes, fried okra, and fried cabbage when she ate
over my house.
Language is another culture trait exchanged in East Chicago. Almost every kid black or
Hispanic knows some words in Spanish. Consequently, it is easy to pick up. A child learns it at
home and tells his friends at school. Because of this situation and the early Spanish lessons in
school, I was surprised when my little brother came home and began to ask me questions in
Spanish, always finishing with, “Do you know what that means?” I was lucky to have been
taking Spanish in high school at the time, but even some of his words left me dumbfounded. To
get revenge I always called him my hermana, the female form of the word hermano, which
means brother. In exchange it was commonplace to hear a Hispanic use the word Nigga.
Events were another culture trait exchanged in East Chicago. Every year the Puerto Rican
parade is celebrated in the middle of summer. Here big bright blue, white, and red flags are hung
outside of car windows, and horns play the La Bamba theme. Since our city has only one high
school, both races attend cultural shows. Shows such as the step show or the Latin talent show
are big hits and draw in both races. Cinco de Mayo is celebrated every year with a festival.
African American history month is celebrated with gusto as Hispanic actors and actress play
black characters in school plays. For my school’s production of West Side Story, a black boy
played the lead male role. No one thought this casting strange or peculiar because we all knew
that he was the best for the role.
Finally, fashion and style are yet another culture traits exchanged here. It is not unusual to
see a Hispanic girl or guy sporting cornrows zigzagging around their head. All people in E.C.
sport the latest Fubu gear and rush to the local Footlocker to pick up the “coldest” Nikes or the
latest Jordans. Black female hairstyles such as the “pin-curl ponytail” is a favorite style used by
Latina females in E.C.
The city of East Chicago instills a deep sense of equality in its inhabitants. First, E.C. is a
“Minority paradise.” It creates an environment that shelters us from the real world. In E.C.
Blacks, Puerto Ricans, and Mexicans do not feel like the minority class in America. We are all
poor, hardworking people trying to better ourselves. There is no superior class there to look
down on us for the way we talk, the things we do, or how we act. For example, when I go to the
dentist back at home, I am treated like every other customer even though I use my Medicaid card
to pay for my visits. Here in Evansville, I also have to use my Medicaid card, but I notice that I
am treated differently. When I come for my visits the receptionist does not bother being overly
polite to me because she knows I wont be giving her a check at the end of my visit. Like a
beggar, I have to accept their service, even though they keep me waiting so that they can serve
paying patients. Do not get me wrong; I am not proud of my situation. The people in E.C. know
that my Medicaid card is not a personal reflection on what type of a person I am, but instead it in
a reflection of my status in today’s society.
East Chicagoians have a strong sense of racial confidence. With all of our advancements to
create a society that is racially equal, minorities still have to work twice as hard as white people.
E.C. gives us the confidence to do it. Being completely sheltered from the majority race, we
have no idea of how we compare to them. We live inside our bubble guarded against the cold
reality of racial inequality. Most East Chicagoians learn of this reality their senior year in high
school. During my senior year, I began to notice my guidance counselor remind me that I had to
remember that the world outside of East Chicago was different. “Here you are the majority, out
there you will be a minority, and things will be different.” Luckily, I was a step ahead of my
fellow classmates having reached this reality when I first moved to East Chicago. Although the
bubble E.C. creates feels like a good thing, it is usually the cause for most of our residents not
graduating from college. By living in E.C. we don’t realize that we must work harder to achieve
our goals and learn to co-exist with the rest of society not as minority vs. the majority, but as
Americans all striving to make our lives better.
A final great quality that makes my city unique is the open mindset of the inhabitants.
Since people in E.C. don’t come into contact with racism very often, we ourselves are very open
minded. Interracial relationships are part of the norm. Driving down a city block you might see
a Hispanic female pregnant and holding the hand of a little boy you might consider black by first
glance. Actually, the boy is a Blackerican. His father probably black while his mother is Puerto
Rican. In high school, interracial couples are very common. I, myself, have dated outside of my
race quite a few times. And families are all used to interracial children. For example a black girl
named Keshawn having Lopez for a black name is very common.
In conclusion, what effect did all of these qualities of my city have on me? Well, I did not
notice how much that I have changed from the time I moved to E.C. to the time I left. Before I
lived in E.C. I knew nothing of the Hispanic culture. The first Valentine’s Day I spent in E.C. I
spelled my classmates Jose’s name as Hozay. I remember being so embarrassed once I found out
the correct spelling a year later. Now that I look back, I realize how much I have grown as a
person just because I grew up in an Afro-Hispanic culture. My head swims when I think of the
many things I would not have known or experienced. Here in college, I find myself not only
defending black stereotypes, but also Hispanic ones. For example, a new friend of mine asked
me why did I refer to Mexicans as being Hispanic. She couldn’t understand why I just didn’t call
them Mexicans. Well, knowing firsthand the reaction a Puerto Rican gives you when you make
the assumption that he or she is Mexican, it is safer to just say Hispanics. She did not understand
my point of view because she had no idea that there were more to Hispanics than just Mexico. I
realized that I actually had the upper hand because I am aware that there are other cultures
outside of my own that offer great learning experiences if people just open their eyes and hearts
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