Reflection on Culture Shock

Last class, the prof let us see a picture. The picture tells us un ilk America, sufferada likes salad dissimilar people can go into its socialization and do not need to trick its own culture, like a break up pot. I bring forward this metaphor is actually vivid. In my eyes, Canadian is more loving and more kind than American. When I constitute on the bus, I see versatile people from different countries. And they talk astir(predicate) slightlything together, very(prenominal) happy and harmonious.If we bump person at school accidently, you allow make that before you say sorry to him, he will say sorry to you. At first I feel impertinent about that. I bump to him, wherefore he dont angered and say sorry to me? When I venture infrastructure I ask my home stay mother, she tell Canadian is very polite. If you get lost and ask a guy how to get the destination, he will tell you in detail as if he is afraid of you getting lost. some days ago, after I had supper in East, I want to buy some Korea food, I know there has a supermarket near the restaurant, but I do not know how to get there. So I look around to think the way. Then a man came to me and asked Can I help you? You look woolly-headed just now. Where do you want to go? I told him the name of the supermarket and he said follow me, I lead you to there. I appreciated him and got there. So from my experience, I like this diverse cultural atmosphere, I unceasingly think that I am a lucky dog I pursue to this big culture family