Personal Narrative: The New Life In The US

Learning about pop culture truly frightened me when I saw the book we were utilizing at the beginning of the semester. Having been without television for more than 10 years now, I suspected I wouldn’t know much. Being a single parent amid this time gave me an opportunity to see this present era progress through the technological advances of our time, and interestingly, my age placed me in pop culture arena’s that the more youthful era doesn’t even think about. Our book, “Signs of Life in the USA” was splendid at addressing such a variety of products, movies, television, spaces, semiotic multiculturalism, alongside the gender and sexual societal rational to name a few. The transition back to school after 40+ years has given me some shock in the amount of openness and evaluation of actually any subject, religion to politics. Since these are places I refrain to go into conversation with others on the planet, to have my opportunity of opinions gives me a protective feeling with the

America is a nation built on the backs of the weak. People from all forms of faith, belief, and nationalities came together, from persecuted, backgrounds to build the nation we exist in. My family was one such group of people. Irish immigrants, we moved from the homeland to the New World to be rid of a famine that was starving our people. In America we found new opportunities, but also much opposition. Racial classification and prejudice ruled in the mid to late 60s and beyond. This was during the time that Mr. Bernie Sanders began his rise to power. With a platform of protecting the weak, and building the middle class. This man is poised to revolutionize America. In the face of adversity, he stands firm and strong.

Depression, sadness, regret, and many other feelings that I have felt my entire life affected me in a way that I hate them, yet am also thankful for. Those challenges also gave some of the most important experience anyone could wish for, reality. Without suffering and dying a few times I would never have gotten the experiences I’m going to keep for my lifetime. I learned that everything that happens in your life is either on purpose or create by the action that one makes which end up making the person we get to live as when we’re

In this life everyone in the world has opportunities, especially people from United States. In this country everyone is able to find financial help, either from the government or organizations, for education (Scholarships, FAFSA), and for health (Obama care, financial assistance). Sadly, some people are lazy or they just can’t get the help.

When I think of the American Identity I think of who we are as a country. From day one we have been fighters and just trying to make this a better place than we found it. Still today we are fighting, not only trying to help our country but to also help our neighbors in need. If you are being kicked out of your own home, out of your country America will bring you in, If you are hungry America will feed you, If you want a future America will educate you. This is the land that will give you a chance in life, to do or be something amazing.If you can’t see that then open your eyes because it is all right in front of you.

Growing up in Ghana, I had heard a lot of things about the U.S. This was a country I had always wanted to visit; my prayer was answered when I got the opportunity to travel there. Arriving in a new environment came with many experiences. Adjusting with food, language and the weather was not easy. With the passage of time, however I have been able to0 adjust and fit it. This write-up therefore is to elaborate on my experiences since coming to U.S.

Born across the Atlantic in Ethiopia, I never imagined that I would have such a great opportunity in the United States. I thought that I lived a decent life in Ethiopia, and I generally did not have great ambitions to move to a different place. Because I was never exposed to possibilities elsewhere, I felt that my position was the norm, if not better. Granted, I attended a private school and was among the upper echelon of students there. Living in the capital city, I enjoyed the many activities I was able to participate outside of school. I actually remember playing golf in my backyard using equipment my father brought from the U.S. My father, also from Ethiopia, was in the United States for most of my childhood. I had lived in Ethiopia with

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.

After spending two decades of the chaotic life in a refugee camp, I ended up immigrating to the U.S in April, 2009 as a part of resettlement program offered by the U.S government with the hope of bright future, freedom and opportunity. However, transition to an American society is daunting.

The across Atlantic, in the northern part of Ethiopia, I was born in a small rural village called Wejo, which is a very small population, with strong social fabric: strict traditional bond, but I still had the memory when the winter is comes. Suddenly the savanna land turn to a tropical garden, the attic change to the rain forest, the river flooded into gorge, the big mountain at back of the house covered with foggy weather, the cattle grazing in the field, the farm giving its reward and everyone in the village delight because of the rain that the winter brings. For me when winter comes one thing always remember is my father graceful eyes. Winter always

Growing up in Edmonds, Washington exposed me to a largely white, liberal, gender-binary, heterosexual, Christian worldview. My idea of American society is that in general, women fulfill the role of caretaker in the household and may or may not work outside the home. Men, on the other hand, are perceived to provide and lead.

I live in a world in which no idea is impossible, where everything that you could have dreamed of can be made, where nothing isn’t allowed. But this world only exists in the U.S.A., the place that started with people grasping and reaching for freedom. These people started to unite people to make something happen, to do the impossible.This was over throwing the british’s power over the americans and allowing people to be truly human. Not long after this there were many people tired of strict rule and listening to people who tell them what is or isn’t possible. These people started a war with less men, no weapons, but the thing the other side didn’t have that we did was unity. Instead of backing down and saying we can’t, we arose to the challenge

“What!” I commented. “What do you mean you're getting married?” I said with my aching heart, after the words of “I’m marrying him.”

My Mom and I are on our way home on a late Sunday afternoon from shopping and soon getting ready for a great family dinner. We call my grandparents, “Hello! How are you doing honey?” They say to my mother as they don’t know I’m in the car and listening.

Have you ever opened your eyes and found yourself thousands of miles away in a completely different part of the world with a different language and new people. I was ten years old when my family and I moved to New York. Of course, before I moved here I was oblivious of what was waiting in front of me because I was so young. I had to face the reality of adapting to the New World which was going to be difficult. One of the most challenging tasks that I had to face was learning the language that was completely foreign to me.