Personal Narrative: Everyone In The United States

“Do you like your job mom?” My son Matthew asks me casually looking up at me from his wooden desk chair. I’m working on cooking our family dinner and he’s currently working on a 10th grade essay, where he describes what he wants to become when he grows up. I always have thought that term “growing up” was funny, because through everything I certainly never have. I smiled down at him and answered “Yes, Matthew, I love it very much.” “Can I interview you about it please, it’s part of the assignment?” he replied. I nod and make my way over to the matching desk chair and sit down. “Just answer my questions about your job” He said. “Wait Matt, don’t you have to write this down?” “UGH mom this isn’t 2016, no one writes anymore. Gosh. My IPhone 17

Writing is a miracle itself. Believing in miracles can make you a proponent of the second chance in life. Following your dream is life long pursuit of one’s purpose. Sometimes winds of destiny are inflating your sails; sometimes you hit a rough spot in the ocean. The drawbacks are good chance for reflection and readjusting. As a first generation immigrant I had the opportunity to witness myself the land of Opportunities and experience the concept of an American dream first hand. Deciding to come and live in the United States and leaving my whole family behind has been hardiest decision that I have made in my life so far. The doubt that this doubts about that decision has chasing me as a bad dream since the day I have arrived in the United States.

It was a small thing, the bright green of youth. I planted it on the 3rd, in my freshman year, with the Green Thumb Club at my high school.

It is great to wake up every morning knowing my life is entirely up to me. We live in the great United States of America. Being an American means I have so many rights and doors are opened up to opportunities other countries do not have. America has given me the right to choose whatever education and profession I want.

Well, ordering 1 plate for 2 people is certainly a good way to save some money. I agree that this can be easily done in America. I've actually become accustomed to the smaller portions here and like it. Tokyo has been hotter than I had originally expected. I'm a little surprised actually, since I didn't expect it to reach Florida temperatures. Last week, one day it was 37C here. It hovered around 33 to 34C the entire week. I don't think I've ever sweated so much, even in Florida. It was getting pretty bad. We just bought a second a/c unit. I couldn't see sleeping here at night without air conditioning. It's too unbearable. I imagine Minneapolis must be cooler than Tokyo. I know that you should have some nice Autumn seasons there with the leaves

That day I walked back home from primary school is one I would never consign to oblivion (“Consign to Oblivion” is an exceptional song I would recommend). We were laughing and frolicking in painstakingly tailored school-clothes as we carried our backpacks and lunch-boxes on the dirt road. It was unbeknown to me that I would no longer see my dear friends again. As I took off my shoes and entered the dwelling, I saw my mom`s troubled face and immediately realized the severity of the situation. It took mere minutes for my parents to elucidate this predicament and devastate my six-year-old world. America? Why?

The america I believe in. I believe in the free rights, the constution, and the pledge of alegence. Thoughout my whole life I’ve had a knick for wars, mainly world war 2. I read books about World War 2 and many other wars constantly, even to a point where I can’t read anything else. The U.S.A. has been my home since the day I was born. I have only left the country once and it was to Mexico. When I was there I noticed that they had bars on their window, I asked my dad about it and he told me it was because of how unsafe it was. My honestly first thought was, “why are we here if it’s unsafe?” I have always wanted to go to other countrys and see what school is like there and what freedoms they have. After reasearching many different places and

I am a young 19 year old hispanic female trying to live the american dream. I was born in Michoacan, Mexico. I came to the United States when i was about one year old, so I was raised in Salt Lake City, Utah with my older sister and my brother. After along came my little sister. My parents are both hispanic, they both never made it to high school, they dropped out in elementry. My parents both came to the United States to live the american dream which I believe was pretty hard for them at first because as I was growing up I had a disability. I fell when I was coming to america,which left me unable to walk. I was bullied throughout elementary and jr high but had a bad past in high school because of my disability.

Studying in a foreign country is an interesting experience of an individual lifetime. One tends to learn a number of things relating to ways of life in a foreign land. Social, political and economic values and aspects are usually different from one region to another. Therefore, through studying abroad one is able to learn different issues about another society such as gender and sexuality issues, social class and race/ethnicity issues. Having come from a developing country studying in the U.S.A has been a great experience personally. This paper will attempt to provide a reflection of my personal experience on studying in the U.S by comparing the history of Angola and the U.S.

i live in central oregon. I'm fifteen years old, and go to high school at Ridgeview high school.I live in a three bedroom sized duplex. My mom gets decent pay, but we struggle towards the end of the month. My life and my family reminds me of what every average family is like in America nowadays. It’s beginning to become our culture. actually i take that back my family actually isn't very average and far from the normal American family. i say that because i have parents that have had very rough lives. Me, my two older brothers, and little sister have also had quite rough life's not going into details or anything like that. My parents

In the beginning of my college search I had no intentions of attending community college. I began having thoughts of not continuing my education past high school, but something was not right. This is the point in which I decided I still needed to continue my education, but was not prepared for a four year institution. It was one of the best decisions that I have made so far in my short life. The individuals I have met, the courses I have taken, and the opportunities I have had so far has allowed me to create a better self as well as preparing me to continue my education at a four year institution.

In the United States we can be so self-absorbed and have no regard for other people and their feelings and well-being, it is a distinguishable norm for American society at this point. We always ask ourselves “What do I want?” or “What can I gain from this?”, but we never ask ourselves “What do they want?” or “What can they gain from this?” This is where Japan separates itself from the United States. The people in Japan hold such high esteem for everyone they know and meet, while we can hardly treat the person next to us with even the smallest amount of admiration and generosity.

Five years ago, when I first came to the United States, I was really worried about my future. This large country was brand new to me since I realized my English could not catch up with the language that the natives were using. Little did I know about the American culture and lifestyle. Therefore, thinking of getting to school or going to the supermarket made me shiver every time. My illusion on the new life in the U.S was totally vanished, I got pulled down by reality. I remembered those days, when I had to stay up until midnight to translate math word problems or to stand and stare at the teachers for a long period of time because I did not understand the instructions or their questions. It was a nightmare to me when I thought about going to

“Trust me. You can do it,” my coach shouted when I fell down from my horse. I was at camp for the summer and wanted to learn to ride but I could not manage to control the horse. After several falls, I had all but given up and was afraid to mount the horse again. But my coach just kept pushing me. By the end of the summer and after a lot of practice and setbacks, I not only got over my fear of riding but also learned to control the horse and have a smooth, consistent ride. I often thought about my experience with the horse that summer when I was sitting for USMLE exams. My USMLE Step 1 and 2 exams were not as good as I hoped and it began a distressing time of self-doubt. I was forced to think hard about my childhood dream to pursue medicine

I recently went on a trip with my mother to New York, an incredibly diverse city dubbed as the "melting pot" of America. The city was incredibly different from my hometown and one of the first things that stood out to me was the incredible amount of security checkpoints throughout the city. They were usually located at the entrances of important landmarks and buildings, but I was not used to the amount of law enforcement we were surrounded by. While waiting in line for a bag check to enter the New York Public Library, there was a family in front of us that appeared to be from a Middle Eastern country; the father had a turban and a long, dark beard. I recall noting how long it was taking for security to thoroughly check the wife's bag and their