Personal Narrative Essay About Being American

An American is someone who doesn't rely on others for their individual happiness. Someone with the freedom to independently make decisions towards becoming a better person without conforming to society's standards/sentiments. Americans have equal rights no matter where they come from. “Of every hue and caste I am, of every rank and religion... I resist anything better than my own diversity,” (Whitman) Walt Whitman is saying that no matter the color of your skin, your rank/wealth in society, or your religion, you are just as equal as everybody else. We are all so different and diverse yet so equal. Although we are equal, we cannot rely on one another for our own happiness. “To believe your own thought, to believe that what is true for you in

Being an American means a lot to me because I can do thing that a lot of people might not get to do. I have freedoms that people in other countries don’t have, like being able to wear what I want to without being told no. I believe that being an American means that I can have my own opinion that could possibly change the world one day. Being an American means so much to so many people, not just me which is the best part about being American. I can go anywhere I want to beable learn something new about a different culture because being American means that we are able to celebrate our diversity. There are so many different people that I am able to meet because I live

Many mornings i would wake up to the mouth watering smell of Sancocho, a traditional latin hot stew with chicken, carrots, plantains, corn and potatoes.Loud Bachata would be playing in the kitchen as my mother cooked. The warm,rolled and cascading sounds of the guitar filled the house . “Llora guitarra llora!!” my silly father would say scream off the top of his lungs, enjoying the music as he read the morning paper and family would all laugh at the comment.

Coming to AmericaThe year was 1948, and my grandmothers aunt and uncle came for a visit from Chicago to Germany to see their family. They had no children and had come to ask my grandmother if she would be interested in coming to Chicago to possibly live there w ith them. The idea of going appealed to her very much since her home city, Saarbrcken, was still partially destroyed from the WWII bombings. She always had the wanderlust in her blood coming from both sides of her family, so thinking about the towering skyscrapers, the bustling city streets, and the glamorous movies from America was quite enticing to my grandmother. With all off these wondrous thoughts swimming through her head, she enthusiastically agreed to go.Now, it was time to prepare

In 1996 Angelina was only thirty years old when she first arrived in America. Angelina left behind her 7 other siblings and parents, to start a new life in this unknown country. Before coming to America she lived in a tiny town in Mexico, her life in Mexico was much nicer than her life in America from what she described. Angelina mentioned that one of her biggest passions is cooking, “My sisters and I had our own restaurant, we sold food during the day, and during the night I would go out with friends and buy ice cream or delicious churros.” For Angelina one of the biggest benefits of living in Mexico was being close to her family members, “the whole family would go out on field trips every now and then, my favorite were trips to the beach,

Eating out for dinner and using a credit card to pay for it is very common for people.

I'm in a small small town named Grosselec Poland in the year 1920. I am in the town square, people are bustling about. There are many shops selling food, clothes and a few selling jewelry. I look over to see a woman walking with her three daughter to the grocery store. I follow them inside to hear the owner say, “Hello Jetti how are Rachella, Sylvia and Esther? Any word from Jacob?” This is my great great grandma, my Mom's, Dad's, Mom's, Mom, Jetti Teidor. She responds, “They are doing fine, now word though, I am starting to think that it is time for us to move to America.” After they leave I follow them home. Jetti opens the door, walks to the small kitchen and starts to make dinner.

Have you ever thought about how it would be to live in another country that does not have as many freedoms as we have? America has lots of freedoms so people can do lots of things.

As I stepped off the plane, the frigid air sliced through my face, just as the cold, harsh reality hit me: I’m an American now.

On September 1, 2012 I moved to Virginia, United States. Many can say that, but to me it is one of the greatest things I have done in life. Being born in Puerto Rico, an island in which Spanish is the main language, the wish of learning English was constantly in my mind. As I grew up I started to take English courses in school; however, the courses were not as effective, since I only learned the basics of English. Later on after graduating from sixth grade I was enrolled in a bilingual private school. The fact that the school was mostly in English and that it was private challenged my learning even more than in a public school. Although the school was a great one, I was doing badly accademically. It wasn’t until the school year was over that I decided to move to the state of Virginia in order to begin with my journey. A journey in which I learned many things from life and because of this experience I am preapared to overcome anything that comes between me and what I want.

My generation is very fortunate , because there were amazing people that fought for the things that we have today . Americans Gift to my Generation involves freedom , free speech , the freedom to believe in your own religion , and that all people are treated equal . All of these things are very important so that you can be your own person .

America’s gift to my generation is safety. To me safety means you are not at risk of being in danger. I believe we are safe because of God first of all, but also our military. We are so lucky to be a strong country and have a strong military. You can look at this topic two ways. We are safer from terrorist attacks now than 15 years ago, but we also have more mass shootings now than we have before.

I grew up in a small town in Punjab, India with the intention of leaving before even knowing what leaving meant. I was fortunate enough to be born into a well to do family, living in luxury and ritualistic politeness, inherently successful by an Indian standard; acres worth of land attributed to my family name, respect among locals, an arranged marriage in my future, and eventually a more than generous inheritance that should leave me comfortable and content with no reason for adventure. I recognized that this was what would become of me at a young age, and even though it seemed attractive, more than anything, it seemed lazy. The people there had no love of knowledge, no appreciation of subtleties, and no want for progress. I had to find a way out. In a way, I felt my parents were as

Before it was all introduced to me, my economy was primarily constructed with our own hands. I am from Western Samoa where things as I would say was a bit slow and a bit dinosaur age. We do not have Walmart or Ross or huge grocery shops that would provide us with the convenience as other. My home had the key to our Economic growth, however, did not have the consideration of the actual word outside.

Despite our hopes, my father’s work once again became very stressful and my mother faced racism and prejudice. Workers refused to return her calls because of her accent, while they would promptly respond when my father, with his American accent called. A cafe in town treated customers unequally based upon their origin and wealth. And the first question a new person asked us was where we lived; either we qualified to be friends with them or not.