Personal Narrative: My Pursuit Of The 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.

Richard Nixon once stated “The American dream does not come to those who fall asleep”. If not for his words, I wouldn’t have realized the potential that lay within me. As of today I’ve achieved, in my own eyes, what’s come to be known as the American dream. During the past seven years, I’ve graduated from Washburn University, became a molecular biologist, and established a set of values that I live by.

America’s gift to my generation is amazing because veterans have used all their potential for us. They fought for us to be alive right now. Their gift to us is much more than I expected. I am so thankful and I appreciate all they have done for us.

On a bright sunny Tuesday, September 11th, 2001, started off as an ordinary day where Americans were out working to achieve their ambitious goal called the “ American Dream”. I decided to grab a coffee to start off my day. As I walked by a street vendor, he nicely asked: “ It’s a beautiful day huh?”. I smiled and answered, “ Yes it is sir”. “ What are you up to today? Are you in a rush?” he followed. I answered, “I’m just on my way to grab a coffee and get some fresh air”. He waved as we finished our conversation and I continued towards Starbucks.

When I was at the very innocent age of three, my parents decided to immigrate to the United States from Bolivia. We moved to Pasadena, TX, in hopes of pursuing the American dream. Growing up, my neighborhood was not the best environment to raise a family, however, this environment shaped me into the person I am today. My parents initially made the decision to move because my father got a job offer that was too good to decline. We were promised a house in a nice neighborhood as well as jobs for both of my parents. When we arrived after a 13-hour flight, all of the promises along with our hopes were shattered. We were taken to lower-income apartments in the middle of a sketchy neighborhood. My father’s promised job was on the night shift as a

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.

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.

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

Now, Thomas can be seen in his brown lounge chair, IV hooked to his arm, respiring slowly. The cancer slowly taking away another part of him each and every day, hoping that the chemo kills the cancer before the cancer kills him. He calls for his wife to help adjust his chair. Even after sixty-five years, she is still by his side ever since he asked her to prom his Senior year of high school. The grandson asks him if he believes he has achieved his American Dream. Thomas looks around his room. The IV slowly drips into his bloodstream and Thomas takes a deep breath, “I gave up my chance at the American Dream in order to make sure the less fortunate have a chance to be better, to have true ‘upward mobility’. My only American Dream, if I had one,

As an immigrant, life was very difficult financially. With just the clothes on their backs my parents left their home country, Haiti, and came to the US in pursuit of the American Dream. They wanted a better life for my sisters and I, however, we faced many challenges growing up. It was difficult adjusting to a new country, language, and culture. My parents did not speak English nor did they have a formal education, so it was difficult finding a stable job to sustain us. We became dependent on public assistance in order to survive. We lived in a low-income, underserved area and attended low performing schools. Our family income was well below the poverty level but this did not stop me from pursuing my dreams. I was determined to not let my

Los angles is one of the cities where people try to achieve the “American dream”. Even though the “American Dream” is different from people to people. To me, Los Angeles means a new beginning…my new beginning. I have moved to Los angles in search of success in education and life, to prove to myself that I can be independent.

Growing up on the island of Jamaica, it was never my aspiration to move to the U.S. Leaving my country was one of the most depressing experiences I have ever encountered. At least, -that’s what I thought at the time. I was saddened that I was no longer able to see the people I valued most every day. I was eager for change but at the same time heartbroken because my life wouldn’t be the same in this new world. I felt as if I was unprepared to accept new challenges and live the “American Dream”.

My family and I migrated to the United States about eight years ago searching for our American Dream. As an eight-year-old I could not accept that this strange new world where people spoke a different language I didn't understand, where I didn't have to wear a school uniform, where I didn't attend an all girl school, and where not everybody was catholic was what I was supposed to call home. It was a gargantuan change that took a while to accept, but now that I am older I am so grateful and I know that I would go through everything again just to be where I am today, especially because I know an innumerable amount of undocumented students would give anything to be in my position.

the biggest struggle for Americans these days seems to stem from poverty, drugs, broken homes, rasicism/discrimination and so on. how lucky i am that i was raised in a loving, upper-middle class familyi’ve never had many friends. throughout elementary school, i’d spend every recess on the swingset because i didn’t want teachers seeing me wander alone and then make others kids play with me. their pity made me more uncomfortable than being alone. as time went on, things seemed to only get worse. middle school was horrible. i would come home everyday and just try not to cry. i’d never felt so alone in my life.

The American Dream is what it says; only a dream. There is no set goal for Americans because of the ever changing economy and the diverse perspectives that people have about the world. The American Dream is where everyone has equality and an equal chance to live and succeed. There are many debates about what the true definition of “The American Dream” is, but the important discussion should be whether it is only a dream, or a reality. Have Americans reached their “dream” or is it only a philosophical idea to give them a purpose of life? Some people want to make the world better, while others are satisfied with where it is today.