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How I was Raised Survey Reflection

The first survey I chose to complete was How I was raised which allow one to think about their own personal values and morals that was taught by our parents. When taking this survey, I began to think on how my parents raised me and the different things they taught me about life. One thing that my parents always taught their children was to be different and be our own individual. They taught on the importance of being independent so when a person decides to walk out and leave we will still have some sort of stability of our own. Parents are the breaking ground for their children and how we raise them factors out what kind of adults they would be.
Some of the questions that were asked in the survey were when speaking to an adult, is it polite to give them eye contact? Or In my culture (the way that I was raised) bowing to each other is the appropriate form of greeting. The person lowest in rank must bow first and bow deepest. Which in my culture to bow down to someone would be considered humorous because that is not the way we were raised. We spoke to adults by addressing them hello madam or sir and always gave eye contact to show others we are speaking the truth and we respect who they are.

In closing, the surveys do allow you to think about your childhood and how your parents raised you. Whether, we turned out to be college graduates or the complete opposites, parents teach us things based on what they know. Everything my parents taught me may have not been correct, but evidently it has made me into a strong adult who chose to be successful and independent and things that are influential to me I am passing those lessons down to my daughter.

Extra Credit-EDF 2085 Asili Night

Professor McNair invited our class to attend what he calls Asili Night. When the invitation was first given, I thought it was going to be some taboo ritual ceremony where I would have to sacrifice my sight (Charles Mingus). I decided to bring along my sister, cousin, and daughter Amarria. Upon our arrival we saw some dressed in African attire, musicians setting up, and a young boy in a funny looking outfit. Strange thoughts began flooding and ramping through my head until the program started. As the night was beginning to start, a man was introduce to do an opening prayer and usually in my culture or Christian life, the prayer is spoken in English with a message to God asking for peace, prosperity and strength and even though this man was praying in a different language it was the same message... may God send down peace, prosperity and blessings among the people that were there that night. As the audience began to fill up with people, I did notice one of my classmates Frank who was video taping the program. After the prayer was said, a band that consisted of men from all different races and colors began to play and the crowd got excited. I seen people moving their hips and tapping their feet to the music that was playing. The band in my words was LIVE!!! The drums were beating, the saxophone was groovy, and the singer was rejoicing. Then they got down to business. A female poet with a very intricate and articulate Jamaican accent was introduced by Professor McNair, and if I could recall she is an English Professor at Florida International University and achieved many things. The poem that stuck out to me was the one she dedicated to her brother that was obviously incarcerated. She spoke of his time in prison and how she longs to see him free, how she remembers the untimely time they spent together by the water in their beautiful island, and how she misses him every waking day. When one of the other speakers was introduced, he was a man that I know o so very well...Professor Preston, one of Miami Dade's finest English instructors and in my opinion the best. If I may say, he is in the process of writing a book and he read a little insert of the book at Asili Night. It was about a young virgin boy who apparently lost his virginity to an older woman and had a grandmother that was a little ill. The grandmother had what I would call an aid to help her get around from place to place. One night they decided to go to a revival to hear a prophet who could HEARD the voice of the Lord and was gifted through God for healing and at the end of the service he open-booked the lives of the people. I did not go into or discuss everything that went on that night, but my daughter enjoyed it because every time the band played she would move and laugh. A couple of times she even screamed out loud...I guess to let the others know she was having a good ole time. There was a band there with just about all Hispanic males who performed EXCELLENT!!! It was a great night and I enjoyed it!