Personal Narrative: The All-American Girl

Growing up, I always thought of myself as an American Girl — until I walked into an American Girl Doll store. As the 7 year old daughter of an Art professor who spent an unusual amount of time listening to her mother ramble about artists such as Monet at art museums, I never had the opportunity to explore an American girl doll store until one of my book club friends offered to take me there. So when that happened, I gathered up my life assets of exactly $13.22 and determined that I was going to make an American girl doll, that looked like myself, the first ever purchase purely of my own.

The boy suddenly spoke, “Don't worry. They stopped drugging you a few days ago. That’s just to give your body nutrients. Just close your eyes. And don’t make a scene when they come back, or they’ll drug you again.”

“I guess you’re right,” he said, dumbfounded. “But you have to promise, that if I tell you anything about me, you will never breathe a word of it to anyone.”

the story “ the struggle to be an all American girl “ is about a girl who hates her culture of being Chinese and wants to be a race besides her own talks about why she hated being Chinese. The most important phrase in the story is “At last, I was one of you, I wasn't one of them. Sadly, I still am “

I faced the sky and tried to cover the sun’s bright afternoon glare with my hands. The “All-American” B17’s were flying above us. 30,000 feet in the air and joining another formation, the 97th. Total of 40 B17’s backed by 50 spitfires. The whole day has been filled with commotion, it’s as if the ground echoed and bounced around the sounds of war. My ears rang painfully against my head, it’s almost like I still hadn’t gotten used the roaring sounds yet. I ignored the ache, and went back to the task at hand. We were told to dig, dig, and dig, and start creating the “walls”. When we got to the fields of France, the fields were already covered, allowing the Germans to create a stable defense. The battle of hedgerows ended when we blew the hedgerows

"You bastard! You drugged me didn't you? I can't believe it!" I yell at him in sheer horror, perhaps a bit too surprised.

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.

I am the second oldest of seven children and grew up in a middle class home. My father is Puerto Rican and Dominican and has worked hard to provide my siblings and I with everthing we need. I lived in New England, but moved to Minnesota on my tenth birthday. My parents taught me at a young age to search for my meaning and purpose in life and to use the gifts God has given me not only for my own success, but to service others. My gift of strength quickly made way for world records and winning world championships in powerlifting. I was also a long distance runner but after tearing both meniscuses and requiring surgery I decided to focus more on lifting and throwing. I am an All-American in both the shot put and discus. I am a captain on the track

“I was displeased that you said that lady stinks and don’t take a bath.” (care giver was sad, angry)

On my first day of pre-kindergarten, I entered the classroom slowly placing one foot onto the ground after another gripping onto my Strawberry Shortcake backpack tightly seeking protection. I arrived at the classroom door and noticed something. The children frolicking around the room playing tag were different. The other children had skin the color of snow and chocolate, while mine resembled that of caramel. Of course, I had encountered those of other races or ethnicities, however it was overwhelming and quite sudden for me, for some reason. Perhaps I had expected all the other children to look similar to me. I had not realized at the time that my town had had very few Indians at the time, and had a white and black majority. I had been quite

I have never asked for a pity judgement amongst or based upon my past. Every challenge I have faced in my lifetime has been for a reason, a reason I might not know yet. At the age of 7 I was forced to take on life changing incidents. I had my childhood stripped from me and little did I know would later have a positive outcome for many reasons. 1 in every 6 American women experience attempted or completed rape in her lifetime, and sadly I was one of these statistics. In 1986, a research was done concluding 64% of women who reported rape by a family member, younger than the age of 14. Many of these girls, including myself, blame themselves for the crime that was inflicted upon them. Although I had many things distracting me in life, I never

Elizabeth Wong is a Chinese-American playwright who wrote “The Struggle to Be an All-American Girl”. In her essay, she describes her resentment of her Chinese roots and her protest against her parents who want her to learn and appreciate her heritage and culture. Her essay exposes the pressure that society places on immigrant children to fit into the dominant culture. The proposed solutions to fixing this problem is thinking and implementing long term plans. I make the argument that his ethical problem of society placing such a heavy burden on immigrant children to fit into the dominate culture can be solved with the implementation of multicultural classes, language classes, additional counselors and child psychologists in public schools.

I realized, after reviewing all of the books in Addicted series, I finally exhaust the points I’ve been doing for the past eight books. I would sound like an annoying broken record if I continue to sing the same old tune. So maybe, I will just humor myself and the people who would read this why, I terribly love Addicted Series.

“Seriously guys, tone down the smoking please? It’s bothering me.” Adly and the others were huddle together across the room sharing the last cigarette. The were all laughing and drinking. Having a good time, just how all other teenagers do. They

Today has been a long, exciting,stressful and adventurous day. Today was the day that I got high for the first and last time of my life, but the worst thing is is that I got caught. Okay so we had been planning for this day all week ( Cynthia, Gabe and I) and we were so excited that it had finally come.