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Dr. Langan
Comm-301
26 April 2021
My high school had a foreign exchange student program where students from various
parts of the world were housed in dorms or with host families and studied at our school for the
year. I became acquainted with one Chinese boy who seemed very, very eager to learn the
“American way of doing things” and shed his Chinese heritage. He showed up to school one day
with a purple mohawk and an American flag t-shirt. He brought a hot dog or mac-n-cheese for
lunch almost every day. It was evident that he was trying to fit in with how Americans dressed
and what they ate. He did not try to make friends with the other foreign exchange students,
instead hanging around American students and volunteering stories about how he loved to “drink
beer and drive four-wheelers” (since he thought that was what high school students in rural
I vividly remember a group of guys that he continuously tried to hang out with, though it
was obvious that these guys wanted nothing to do with him. It was sad to see, as this exchange
student was trying so hard to converge to the dominant culture of this rural Wisconsin town yet
was obviously from a completely different culture and did not understand some of the social cues
that these guys were giving off. While he was converging, they were most certainly diverging
football game received a trophy. However, this trophy was very plain, and had been around for
generations. It symbolized success, hard work, but also a sense of temporary achievement
because the trophy was up for grabs once a year, at each homecoming game. There was no
guarantee that it would stay with one team for more than the year they won it. For those of us
who did not play football, the trophy seemed a little silly and symbolized the pridefulness of
some of the members of the football team who bragged when they obtained the trophy.
The meaning of this trophy was constantly changing. When one team lost it, the trophy
was viewed with disdain and as a symbol of failure. Even looking at a picture of the trophy was a
source of disappointment for the teams that had lost it for the season. The opposite was true for
the team that had won it for the season; its members viewed the trophy as their most prized
possession, a symbol that could attest to their hard work and dedication all season. This symbol,
or “sign,” that the trophy was could not predict who would win it the next year. Its meaning
could only reflect that which its owners thrust upon it, and likewise for those who had lost it. As
for those of us who were not directly involved with the trophy, we assigned a much less
Growing up in a rural area, as a child I was never afraid of walking around outside by
myself or playing with the neighborhood kids by ourselves at different areas of the town. As I
started looking at colleges, I researched Wheaton and read that the area surrounding the college
was generally pretty safe but that if I went into Chicago, I would most likely be mugged or shot
(according to the news I was reading). I knew that this wasn’t necessarily the case, and that some
of my fear was just because I had not grown up in a big city and therefore tended to be more
leery of that type of environment. Nevertheless, the few times that my friends and I traveled into
Chicago through the years (especially when we took public transportation), I felt extremely
uncomfortable and was on high alert all the time. I remained aware of my surroundings
everywhere we went, even when we were in a coffee shop in a relatively safe-looking area of the
city.
For me, I believe that this fear came from having little prior experience with cities and
basically just relying on news outlets, radio stations out of Chicago (where, it seems, each time I
turned it on there had been yet another shooting), and what others had told me. In hindsight, the
people I was seeking this information from also did not have much prior experience with big
cities; they had also received their news from mass media, and because of this we seemed to be
in an endless loop of trading scary statistics back and forth until no one dared venture into the
city. My mom, however, grew up in a rough neighborhood near Boston and has no problem in
cities. She does not watch the news and just goes by her experience growing up, which shows
I have two friends who have completely different communication styles. On the one
hand, my friend who was adopted from China as a baby and grew up in the U.S. has a very
individualistic and independent self-concept, while the one who grew up in China and moved to
the U.S. when he was 16 has a much more collectivistic view of life. This has caused some
issues in the past, as the one raised in America tended to put her needs and desires above the
needs and desires of our other friend. He, in turn, was very conflict-averse and just let her walk
all over him and get her way in every situation. He was quite face-giving in general and did not
individualistic culture, I have learned to act in a more collectivistic manner and make sure that
my friend who just moved to the U.S. does not get taken advantage of by my other friend, who,
admittedly, can be quite pushy at times. Whenever she realizes that she may have said something
a bit harsh to my other friend, she focuses on her own face-restoration instead of face-giving by
addressing how he might be feeling after the interaction. She’ll say things like, “well, you know
that I’m just stressed so I don’t usually say things like that” which saves her own “face” instead
My childhood best friend came out as bisexual when we were in high school. She began
dressing in a more androgynous manner, she shaved her head, stopped wearing makeup, and
began speaking in a very intimidating and almost hostile manner to people. This was quite a
shock for me, as I had always known her as a girly-girl who talked with me about boys we had
crushes on in middle school and shared makeup and hair tips with me. We both also went to the
same church as kids. Her manner of aggressive separation caused her to become very distinctive
from the rest of the people at our high school, except for the few others who dressed in quite
different, unique ways. Her hostile manner of speaking seemed like a form of protection so that
The most distressing part of this shift was her utter disregard of the Christian faith after
declaring herself part of the LGBTQ+ community. She bought into the idea that she needed to
choose between being her true, bisexual self, and following Jesus. Since this decision, she has
gone on to write articles about why Christianity is bad and unaccepting, and how she is glad to
have gotten out of it when she did. Again, these behaviors exhibited a very aggressive and
separative style of communicating. It became almost impossible to try to talk to her after this, as
each encounter was laced with hostility towards those who seemed to question her lifestyle.
(This is still a very painful memory for me, as we no longer speak, but I thought it was a perfect