My Dream

“Wake up all of you and come to the living room”, my father called out loudly as he entered home Friday nights. He always wanted everything done as he says. At age of eight, my father had started making me set goals, but it was obvious since that is what all other soldiers do. Attaining the set grades in class meant rewards, though the reverse called upon punishments. All he did was finding a way to make me better, though he was actually making me perfect for his expectations. As I shifted from my school to a new English school where everything seemed different, he could not tell me to get a sixty plus this time, which was not even that easy in my first French school. This place made me grow into a real army girl through a real

There are many things I want to do when I am out there in the real world. I am like every teenager out there with countless dreams. I grew up with so many dreams. When I was still young, I wanted to be a police officer, a firefighter, an astronaut, even a doctor! But as I grew up I would narrow it all down to one or two choices and I have to choose one and what I want to be in life soon. I already know what I want to do with my life. What I Intend to do later in life is just to live a normal life and being happy with what I am doing, but since I love exotic cars, I plan on buying one. But buying these types of car is going to cost me huge amounts of money.

I grew up in a world full of fairy tales and Disney characters. My parents who were trying to find a way to distract my 5 years old mind turn on the tv, and there I was admittedly taken on a journey to a magical place where I was safe in the knowledge that every ending is “happy-ever-after.”(this is an extended metaphor where I compare Disney to the real world I used this to show the reader how I thought the world was as happy and perfect as Disney and television makes them out to be). I soon came to the realization that the world is not so happy after all.

I turned from the computer to my dad. He proceeded to give me the same speech that he had given me so many times in middle school. But this time, I wasn't phased at all. Instead of defending myself, I respectfully listened. When he was done talking, I told him that living comfortably didn’t matter to me and that I wanted to work in a field that I truly loved and enjoyed. He was stunned. Later that week, I was working on homework one evening when he knocked on my bedroom door.

Back when my father was just thirteen years old, he entered into high school, ready to move on with his life and have a very successful high school career. Like every other goal that my father has ever set out to reach in his life, there was an obstacle in his way. Mr. Patel continued to explain his lack of success in prior years: “ I was never, ever good in school, most kids in my class were naturally bright, but I was far behind them, eventually by the time I hit the fifth grade I had lost all my motivation to work hard and get good marks in school.” At such a young age my father had faced constant and gruesome failure. There was never a point in his childhood that my father felt he had obtained success. By the time he was in the tenth grade almost everyone looked at him as if he was a complete failure and really did not deserve to be studying at a school. However, his closest family believed in him and my father knew that his future was at stake here and he needed to perform at an elite level in order to live a happy life. Over the next three years, my father’s life consisted of nothing but going to school, sleeping and studying. In three years my father completely changed how society perceived him and how other students looked at him. Not only did he

The classic “American Dream” can be envisioned as a white picket fence, crisp lawn, and two young children playing about in front of a lightly hued colonial style home. Once the ideal of ultimate success within the United States, this life goal is now just an image on a page of a 1960’s chapter within a United States history textbook. Now, America’s strong-willed and influential Millennials have thoroughly and unapologetically redefined the “American Dream”.

Growing up in a family full of healthcare providers, I told myself growing up that I would stir away from such profession. As a child, I have always wanted to be a teacher “when I grew up”. At a young age, my family and I migrated from the islands of the Philippines to the United States of America. When we got here, my big family lived in a small apartment with my grandparents. Life has changed from living a very comfortable lifestyle to my parents having to work hours on end to chase the American dream. For all of my life, I have never felt so separated from my parents. However, I understood that they were working hard for the family. Luckily, I had very caring and loving grandparents who took on the role of our guardians and caregivers.

The American dream is the ideal job you have for yourself along with how you wish your life to plan out. For any american dream you will need a certain amount of education and training. As well as talents and experience. My American dream is to be a film producer , I find myself constantly looking at the behind the scenes of a movie imagining i’m there helping with them, my creativity is very strong point.

Have you ever felt like you’re family is counting on you with something valuable? That’s how I feel every morning as I get up to go to school. I have been told by my parents that they want me to become someone with a better future. Having all the pressure that you don’t want to let your family down is tremendous because it gets you to think that if you let your family down you’ll feel like a total failure. I have decided to myself that I’m going to do anything in my power to make my family happy and proud, but at times, there’s obstacles that bring you down and make you forget about your goal.

Being in my nature that I wanted to be around people and be creative, I felt interested in becoming a cosmetologist. On the other hand, my father would not approve of my trade school ideas. Since I was not left with an idea choose, I called my boyfriend to come to Western to pick me up and I left. As a result, it is to be noted that both parties, my family and I, were hurt from my decision to leave school. My father’s disappointment caused more damage to our relationship than it ever did before; however, it only made me more determined to prove to myself and my family that I had what it took to become a successful

Ever since I was a small girl I wanted to become a doctor. I knew that I would never be a doctor though, where I live women are not doctors, they take care of the house, children, and the agriculture. My alaba’ knew how much I wanted to be a doctor and told me they would help in whatever way they could to make my dreams come true. When I was 17 years old my alaba’ told me that they would help me to get my doctorate. I decided that I would go to Iran to receive my degree. When I got to Iran I knew it was going to be very difficult, being away from all of my ‘usra for so long. I cried for many days after I got to Iran, I missed my ‘usra so much, but I wanted to follow my dreams. I thought about going back home many times but always decided that I wanted to follow through with my dreams of being a doctor. I soon adjusted to things, I still missed my ‘usra very much and often still found my self sleeping on a pillow soaked in my salty tears. I made many friends, most of them being from school, I got a job to keep me occupied and make me some extra money. I was really starting to love life, but still missed my ‘usra like crazy, I couldn’t wait to finally go home.

My parents’ words haunt me every time I would want to give up. They followed me everywhere like a dog following its owner. These words made me realized that I wanted to overcome my family’s current status. I want to be able to be better than my parents. I want to be able to not worry about money or resources on a daily bases. I want to be able to in return help my parents with their problems like they did for me for many years.

Everyday I drag my feet across the floor to school and back home, a never ending cycle. But, every time I step into this place which I call home, I feel the weight of my parents expectations crush me. I feel my smile slowly start to fade away, I feel my happy self slowly start to disappear. My father’s voice starts to ring in my head, “Kathleen, you need to study harder, get into a good college. Look at all your friends the people surrounding you, they’re all better than you.” I drag my feet up the stairs, my parents, they want me to that perfect child. That perfect child that understands everything, that perfect child that places first in every violin competition, that perfect child who gets straight A’s every quarter. In my parent's mind,

Victoria has one more year of college and as any young adult she is nervous and excited to face the world. As her mother I have guide her and encourage her to follow her goals. Being a mother is difficult enough so when my daughter expressed to me about her passion; I was taken back into time when I was her age with my own dreams. My advice to her was to finish college and work inher field of Marketing and Finance. Explaining to her that she needs to distinguish between passion and skills.

As kids, we dream big for the future hoping we could soar through the sky or even become someone who makes a difference in this world. Every time I stepped outside my apartment and walked through the neighborhood looking at enormous houses. I asked my mom if we could move into one of those single-family homes, she replied “no tenemos suficiente dinero para mudar” which translates to “no we don’t have enough money to move.” I realized that based on my living situation we were almost poor.