Essay On My Journey To America

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I came to this country as a small child from Uganda, naively unaware of the significance of my journey to America, the land of opportunity and possibilities. On the plane that would bring me to my new home, I got to view the ocean for the first time and spat out the first hamburger I ever tried, which is ironic when I think about it now because hamburgers have practically become a dietary staple for me. I came from Uganda, surrounded by people that looked like me, sounded like me, dressed like me, and moved to Colorado, where I can still feel the aftershocks of the cultural changes I experienced. One diminutive example of the memories that I have created since I arrived here was seeing snow for the first time at four years old; I looked with both awe…show more content…
To combat this feeling, I joined my school’s cultural club, advocating for the appreciation of different cultures that I saw lacking within my community.
Perhaps it wasn’t the most popular club, with there being only a handful of members present, but it is a club that I can wholeheartedly say I am proud to be a part of, because I truly feel that our ideas and hopes for our school have paved the way for a more knowledgeable and accepting student body. Through my experiences, I have come to realize that I am not limited to one identity and this has helped me embrace my cultural duality. I realize now that I should never feel ashamed of my background and culture and should instead revel in how they help contribute to my uniqueness. My experience as a first-generation immigrant has provided me with the constant reminder of how fortunate I am to live in America when I hear of the struggles of my relatives in Uganda. I feel fortunate that I have the privilege of pursuing an education, as I am fully aware that many people can’t afford that luxury. I am proud to be Ugandan because that background has provided me with an identity that is
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