Personal Narrative: My American Dream

An american story is a story revolving around his or her lifestyle, culture and everyday habits. This is about past experiences, accomplishments, and biggest downfalls. I will be discussing not only my biggest accomplishments, but also my biggest failures that I have occurred in life. What will my american story be? Keep reading to find out.

I didn’t believe in aliens until I was abducted by them. I was put in some kind of contraption and I’m not sure what happened exactly, but it’s clear that I’m not where I was. Everything in 2016 is different, I don’t know if I’m in a different state or not but people are dressing differently and acting differently, and the cars, the cars are all different! I’ve been here for quite some time now and have noticed a lot of differences from where I lived in Oceanside, California in 1940. I’ve been transported to the year 2016 and there are so many things that have changed and evolved and among them are political, economic, social, and cultural changes.

America, America, America the land of the free! We fought against Britain for freedoms and rights. Nothing will stand in our way! No one! We are the nation that will never give up, always fight forward, and protect the ones we love. America is my land of the free and I will love it till the end of my days!

America’s gift to my generation is freedom. Freedom is the right to do what one wants, lives where he/she wants, eat what they want, and choose the religion in which he or she believes in without ignoring or harming other people’s rights. Freedom is an important gift. Freedom allows schools, buildings, and public places to have many types of people; gays, lesbians, Asians, African Americans, girls, and boys. Back when Martin Luther King Jr was alive, their schools were segregated; meaning Caucasian people couldn’t go to school with African Americans. Some of my best friends are not the same race or religion as me. Well I, had the gift of freedom to choose my friends. I have one best friend since the second grade who isn’t the same race or religion

I was born in the capital of Colombia, Bogota. At the age of six, my family decided we would immigrate to the United States in search of economical stability, a better quality of life and better opportunities of education for my brother and I. My parents were ready to leave their families, jobs, and everything they knew behind. They talked about how wonderful life in the United States would be, and found comfort in the abundance of jobs, good salaries, good schools and opportunities North America would offer our family. I then believed that stepping foot on the US was a guarantee for a wonderful life, the American dream. Unfortunately from the beginning of my journey I realized life is not easy and mature immensely in the ongoing process of achieving the American dream.

Being born in 1997, I am one of the first of this generation to reach adulthood. As the last of the millennials finish graduating college, Generation Z, also known as generation or iGen, are rapidly growing up. Not much is known about this generation, but we do know a few things and can predict the rest. As Millennials are making headline as America’s worst generation, iGen is working behind the scenes to change America for the better.

Walking, walking, and more walking. Today is the day that we begin traveling to Fiume to board a steamship to this place called America. My family doesn't have a lot of money so we can't afford a ride to the port. I only have one pair of shoes and they have many holes in them. We've walked for what seems like an eternity or at least to me. Today is very bittersweet. We're leaving the only place I've ever called home to live in a place we've never seen before. IM not ready to leave. I love Italy but I know it is no longer safe for me, my mom, and my dad. I'm only six years old but I'm old enough to know this could be all a lie. What if America isn't so amazing? What if we done make it? What if we get sent back? So many questions and not

The American dream is something that everyone should believe in, I know I do. Throughout my whole entire life I have wanted to be successful. I believe in myself and know that I can accomplish anything I put my mind to. The American dream says that everyone should be treated equal. Unfortunately, this is not the case. Everyone is judged for their height, weight, race, age, likes, dislikes, etc. In the world today you must conform to the social norm to be considered “cool.” Part of me wants to feel that way and the other part of me just wants to be original and do whatever I want. When I was a little girl I used to perform in musical theater. I loved it so much it made me the happiest I have probably ever been in my entire life. Did everybody

I was born in Havana, Cuba and lived there for ten years. If I am honest I cannot remember much about Cuba unlike my mother; however even though I cannot remember much I always used to think that Cuba was home regardless of how long we stayed in America. Similar to most children I took after the actions of my parents while growing up. If my mother and grandmother spoke about Cuba or any topic related to it I would listen to them and then I tried to have the same conversation with my uncle as if to let them know that I was thinking about Cuba as well. I used to believe that when we flew over to America we brought Cuba with us and that was a normal thing; however my thinking was changed over the course of only one year in America.

Through recent years I have come to a realization in life, with the gift of observation, the situations life has thrown at me has helped me understand what my role here in America is. As a fellow American, I have found purpose in providing help to others when they face the struggles of life I, too, have had to face. As life carries on, my responsibility to America is to use my experiences and gathered wisdom to help others, to teach them, lead them, and inspire them.

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.

Looking back when I was ten years old, on a sunny day waiting at the airport in Cuba for my plane to arrive, I was so excited because of the thought of experiencing a new life in the United States. Sadly, our plane delayed a few hours, my parents and I got anxious that we deiced to walk around the airport; going to stores and eating at a "Cafe" nearby. Finally, our plane landed around twelve P.M. and instantly everyone started running to the door like stamped, there they checked us out and we walked toward the plane and up the stairs to find our seats.

I was driving to the next army base, on the beige, rocky road all of a sudden I heard a ginormous explosion then everything went black. When I woke up something felt different, I looked down and my right leg was completely cut off. This is the tragedy that a lot of our veterans had to go through over discrepancies between countries or areas.

The “American Dream” is very overwhelming or complicated to reach; only because of it is proven that once someone reaches the so called “American Dream,” after about five to ten years later they are no longer happy or content with what they have. The only way that makes this “dream” even remotely easy is working through all of the rough times with friends and family with determination and integrity.

I loved living in Wyoming, the town was rich, it was safe, and we could get good food easily. Unlike, some other countries, the U.S. was in a food shortage, and Wyoming was the perfect place to make the food, and leave all their junk. I am 12 years old and some say that I am a little wild, maybe I’m a little influenced by Tyler, my best friend. His dad is the general of the U.S. army (we don't talk about it much). I live with my mom, my dad, my dog, and no siblings ,but I don’t mind. My parents have some tough times, but I know it will always be fine, and Tyler is always very supportive of what I do. It was September 17th, 2076, and this is where our story begins. Whack!