How To Write A Narrative Essay About My Russian American Dream

Moving from Jordan to the United States was challenging for my family. I was the only child at the time and my parents primarily spoke Arabic in the house. The elementary teachers I had described me as a timid student, because I could barely speak English. I had difficulty with simple reading and writing, while other students went through class with ease. Needing extra tutoring classes and years of being in ESL was exhausting. However, learning how to read, write, and speak English fluently was only the beginning of my journey.

Food is one of their main struggles. There is nothing much left to eat in Russia during that time because the government only has a limited supply of food so they can only give out a small number of ration cards to their people. This disturbs normal daily life and happiness like bread for example. Lev narrates “The entire city was starving, no one had enough to eat, and still, everyone cursed the bread, the sawdust. flavor, how hard it got in the cold. People broke their teeth trying to chew it” (Benioff, 11). The bakeries have to make bread with cottonseed, cellulose, and sawdust as the flour and grain grew scarce. This is not right because people can’t have real food. Meanwhile, the delicious tasting, beautiful sight, and good touch of actual food bring true happiness on people face. Yet, making bread is not the only thing that people can’t enjoy.

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.

Russia, as a country, has had a long and proud history. However, for a small time starting in 1917, things started to take a turn for the worse. There was widespread famine, disease, and killing by the instituted government. There was also no Russia. Instead, there was the glorious United Soviet Socialist Republics, or the USSR. This new country did not come around peacefully, but instead under the 1917 Russian Revolution and the revolting communist Bolsheviks. The Russian people were not in a better condition after the Russian revolution due to Stalin’s leadership of his country; the reason being the GULAGs that Stalin was sending his people to, the communes that the peasants were sent to, and the disastrous effects of his five year plans.

I was born and raised in the United States but my family was not born here, they came from an area south of Los Angeles, Mexico. In the border between the United States and Mexico, many immigrants have lost their lives attempting to achieve their promise dream. Many immigrants who cross the border pursue the American Dream. My family was one of the many immigrant families who attempted and fortunately succeeded in crossing over the border. My father’s family originated from Guadalajara, Jalisco, México. Many families just like mine risked their lives attempting to not only get to the border, but to cross it as well. My family did not differ much from the other immigrant families who sought to achieve economic stability and prosperity here

I am an immigrant born in the state of Puebla, Mexico. I arrived in the United States at the age of three; I started kindergarten without knowing anything but the words, "Hello, how are you?" in English. I honestly cannot say I was able to fully understand English until third grade, but from then on I was able to thrive in school. As soon as I was able to manage the English language, I achieved high honors in school, and my love for reading and writing came to be. My parents had always stressed the importance of college and how I was an example for my brother and younger cousins. Even before senior year I knew I was going straight to college, a gap year was not in my

In the late 19th century Russia had been notably behind Europe economically, they weren’t in possession of the modern farming technologies that could efficiently provide for a large country. As a result 90% of the Russian population were peasants (Massey, 4). The serfs lived in deep poverty; they didn’t have the appropriate apparatus to produce enough crops and most of their landlords had unbelievably high demands. In an effort to reform the economy’s recession tsar Alexander II liberated the serfs. However this created more bad for both the serfs and the nobles. In the beginning the serfs saw this is a great victory and another reason to be thankful for their tsar. But as timed pass by the peasants saw this life of liberty and freedom to

My dad was an orphan, and is yet to relocate his family. He immigrated to America in 2000, with nothing but the clothes on his back and immediate family. His purpose was to resettle, raise a family, and see his kids pursue an education to be the best of themselves.Working in ignominious jobs in factories to provide. Life as a whole was a problem. Places like grocery stores, public airports, and the fast economy of America were complications. Indoor plumbing, electricity, television, showers were all a brand new concept to comprehend. Learning English was the biggest challenge my family overcame. In my household growing up, my father emphasized education. He always said to me in our native language Dinka, “Lino, you get out of life, what you put into it”. Those words evoke nostalgic memories of my youth. Up until 3rd grade I was in ESL because I was struggling learning English. How did I get out? My dad would point and ask me to read or spell out objects to practice and become fluent. After one I excelled drastically passed the ESL exam and moved out of ESL. This was meaningful to me, many of the influences in my life can’t be able to say they hold a diploma, but they’ve showed me if you work for it you can achieve anything. Currently I'm the second in my family who will be going to college to get a degree, and it's the second greatest achievement to my father. I plan on improving the lives of my family, and my

On September 1, 2012 I moved to Virginia, United States. Many can say that, but to me it is one of the greatest things I have done in life. Being born in Puerto Rico, an island in which Spanish is the main language, the wish of learning English was constantly in my mind. As I grew up I started to take English courses in school; however, the courses were not as effective, since I only learned the basics of English. Later on after graduating from sixth grade I was enrolled in a bilingual private school. The fact that the school was mostly in English and that it was private challenged my learning even more than in a public school. Although the school was a great one, I was doing badly accademically. It wasn’t until the school year was over that I decided to move to the state of Virginia in order to begin with my journey. A journey in which I learned many things from life and because of this experience I am preapared to overcome anything that comes between me and what I want.

Now imagine an adult from another country attempting to further his/her education when English isn't their first language. This often leads to discouragement and in many cases the

I grew up thinking I could do anything that my friends could do, but as I got older I found out that I couldn't do some of the things they can do. While I had friends that would travel out of the country for vacation, I would only go as far as Florida. When I was younger I asked my parents why we couldn’t leave the country like my other friends, they simply responded with "we can't." Since I was a little girl at the time I didn't think too much of the situation and just let it go. When I was 11 I finally found out that the reason behind this was because we’re undocumented and it was very difficult for me to process. When we came to America I was only two so it was practically the only home I knew when I realized that it

For years, I was told “you have so much talent, yet you don't parade it. You're so talented without being arrogant. You're truly a contradiction of your dysfunctional Russian family.” At first, this comment bordered as a compliment-only much later did I realize the original intent. In time, I became aware of the truth: I was the personification of a paradox but concurrently the product of my surroundings.

When we hear the term Russian culture many Americans tend to have negative thoughts like the cold war, their government ruling with an iron hand, and the Red Scare. These thoughts do not do the justice to the Russian people or to their long history as a people dating back to INSERT DATE. One of the major themes throughout Russian history and this course is the idea that the Russian people value intangible things more than the tangible. The Russian people have a long rich heritage, they are deep in there Christian faith, and they pride themselves on hospitality and value there community, families, and fellow Russian people. They have learned how to sacrifice from the constant invasions and being forced farther and

Who would have thought that five years ago I lived another life in Russia. It was a typical Russian lifestyle, but for me it was not enough. I spent countless nights wondering how I could change my life. In 2006 I had to decide between leaving my native country of Russia where my family and friends lived and moving to America where I could learn English and meet a man whom would appreciate my ambitions, and I chose to move to America, where all my dreams came true; I even now have a wonderful daughter which made the decision even more worth it[A1] .

All of Russia is our garden. The earth is great and beautiful; it is full of wonderful places. Think, Anya, your grandfather, your great-grandfather and all your ancestors were serf-owners, owners