My Dream Of Living In America

Following the establishment of Fidel Castro’s Marxist-Leninist government on January 1, 1959, a mass influx of Cubans fled the country and made their way to the United States. Miami, Florida was the evident choice for many of those fleeing Cubans because it had a small, yet already-established population of Cubans that had resided there as political exiles of previous regimes, had fled during the wars for Cuban independence, or had escaped economic troubles (Levine & Asis, 3). Trying to settle in a new country with different customs, language, and laws is the similar challenge presented to new immigrants, and these Cubans were not the exception. The exceptional element of the Cuban immigrant experience is that within almost one generation, they were able to acquire economic stability and expand their political power in Miami (Grenier & Perez, 55). How were they able to achieve this sort of “success”? The answer lies beyond “Cuban exceptionalism” and the hard work of the immigrant group.

In February of 1964, my grandfather, along with his wife and children, fled Cuba with two suitcases and not a dime to his name. Once a successful business owner, my grandfather lost everything when Fidel Castro took power. He first fled to Mexico to stay with family, believing the turmoil in Cuba would resolve within a year. When it didn’t, my grandfather took his family to Flint, Michigan, one of the most dangerous towns in America at the time. Speaking no English and penniless, my grandparents remarkably found work, eventually earning enough money to move to Hialeah, FL eight years later. It haunts me that, 51 years later unresolved political strife still plagues Cubans. Additionally, relations between the United States and Cuba have barely improved, with America only recently reopening the Cuban embassy.

There is an old African adage that states “If you wish to move mountains tomorrow, you must start by lifting stones today”. I am a first generation immigrant to the United States and like many other immigrants who have come before me, moving to a new country literally means starting your life all over again from scratch but symbolically it signifies a rebirth of oneself and a chance to metamorphose into whatever new creature you aspire to be. Some of the challenges I faced included culture shock, language barriers, financial barriers but the most significant one was the education barrier. I quickly realized that if I could bridge the education gap I would be able to overcome all the other barriers. For me having an education epitomized my assimilation into my new life by enabling me to chase my dreams and realize my unique American dream.

there would be a better life in America. She left and did what she did because of better life she was told would be there waiting for her. The values is that Annie got the idea from the him (narrative) to go with him and believed that everything would be better in her life and that she believed that she could leave any time she wanted. Structure and social facts is that he impacted her behavior and attitude in a positive way to go by all the great possibilities waiting for her. Agency is that Annie had her own free will to do what she wanted and he was not going to force her to stay with him if she did not want to be with him. The last section I chose was “She took at hike don’t matter if I like it or not because she only wants the wrong way”.

“We are a migrant family,” she began. It was 1968 when my grandmother, Teresa Hernandez, and her spouse of seven years, Roger Hernandez, fled from the communist country of Cuba with my two-year-old mother, Maria. Fulgencio Batista ruled as a ruthless dictator prior to the well-known Castro family, driving the Cuban economy into collapse and publicly executing those who disagreed with his governing tactics. He was over-thrown in 1959 by the Cuban people during “La Revolución”, a radicalized movement led by Fidel Castro promising wonderful restoration, but it only led to the genesis of his totalitarian regime. Life on the island rapidly changed: businesses were forced to close, the government owned all, and the inhabitants owned not one thing to their names. Many, such as her family, fled the country despite the dreadful consequences to seek “un nuevo futuro”: a new future; a new life.

From the early stages of American literature the dream of success has always been around, even at the very beginning. It has gone on the journey of merely surviving in small amounts of the literature from the native people to thriving in a growing society and being in everything. The dream to myself is becoming wealthy and being successful in everything I do. Today I believe that the dream has become different for everyone, every person has a different dream, a different way they want their life to go.

Throughout life everybody has heard the line “Follow your dreams!” This simple sentence has inspired many. This idea of creating a dream and chasing it has inspired the American Dream. The American Dream is different for everybody. It could be getting married, creating a business, or being a hero. It turns out the American Dream is not for everybody. There is always something standing in the way of the American Dream. Race, social status, and the individual are standing in the way between the person and the American Dream.

Being in Texas, I dream of capturing the sight of a falling snowflake on camera, the scenic view of a historical city with admirable architectural works, and maybe not so far away, emerge myself into the bustling urban feel. Rensselaer Polytechnic is where my movie-like dream will be fulfilled. Beside from being in a desirable location, I am specifically attracted into the Mechanical Engineering department and dual major in the Design, Innovation and Society/Management (DIS) programs. I want to apply to RPI because the world needs students who will become more than skilled, but well-rounded, to tackle world problems such as lack of education, resources scarcity, etc... Within the collaborative environment, I could see myself staying up late

There isn’t much to tell about myself; I am just a simple girl from Africa trying to live the “American dream.” I work very hard for what I have, and I do not surrender easily. In addition, I am a very caring person, which can be one of my best qualities but also one of my worst. For instance, when I make promises to people or give them my word, I will follow through to what I promised. I will go above and beyond to make sure I do what I said and committed myself to do.

I am the daughter of immigrants, an American and Venezuelan citizen who moved to the United States almost four months ago after living my whole life in a small border-town between Venezuela and Colombia. Venezuela is known for its political instability, and while living there I became aware of issues such as corruption, bribery, immigration, drug and human trafficking and abuse of authority. Since I attended school in Colombia, something very common in border areas, I was denied several times the right to enter my country without any justification or motive, I was forced to miss school for weeks when the government decided to stop the flow of people in and out of Venezuela and not provide a way for me, my siblings and thousands of other students to receive our education. I then decided to move here, my homeland, in search of better opportunities and quality of life but I am well aware that even here and even if it doesn’t directly affect me, immigration is a growing issue. These obstacles were very hard to deal with, but they made me the human rights advocate, politically aware, member of my community’s Model UN society since 2012, member of my school’s speech and debate team and potential political analyzer I am

I have never been so excited about my biggest dream that was about to turn into reality. Settling permanently in the United States was to become my life changing experience. Such an experience is worth living. It has been a great opportunity to start living my best. Coming to America where anything seems possible is a dream come true for certain reasons such as fulfilling a childish dream to study in America, revealing a chance to see the world, and building a road to success.

I never cared for the United States and now they feel entitled to embark on my country. I do not appreciate their intervention and overbearingness from the United States. I felt like John F. Kennedy disliked me or felt that I was incapable of being a leader. There was not anything notable about my family, but I quickly found my interest, social activism. After getting into social activism, I eventually became a rebel. In 1953, I was part of a group of rebels who raided Moncada Barracks, which are inhabited by the Cuban army. I was captured, but while I was sitting in a jail cell for two years, I had become a national hero in Cuba. My group of eighty rebels, including me, traveled to Cuba, with the end goal being overtaking Batista and making it to the city of Havana. We succeeded, and I even gained patronage from the United States. I dethroned an ostracized leader in Cuba, and I was happily accepting the praise from Cuba and the United States (13-14).

I’ve had challenges in ranges from peas to elephants throughout my lifetime, but the biggest challenge I’ve faced Thus far has been navigating and blending cultures. From Burmese kids who’ve spent years in refugee camps to Congolese kids who’ve fled civil wars, to the American homeboys who wear baseball caps backwards, to me a girl from the congo who lives with parents that view the world in strict and narrow terms,my world is made up people from all over the world with one objective in mind- realizing their American Dream, freedom of thought, speech and opportunity to be who they are without fear. Every day is a new adventure with endless possibilities for those who are open and brave. I’m open and I’m brave, but I secretly live in a world

Friedrich Nietzche, a German philosopher quoted, “That which does not kill us, makes us stronger.” The most meaningful event in my life was when my twin daughters came into life. I am an immigrant that moved to this beautiful country when I was only thirteen years old teenager. Only one more family out of many that decide to come to this country hoping for better future and try to achieve the American Dream.

The American dream is something common to all people, but it is something that everyone views in different ways. My parents emigrated from Korea in pursuit of living that ideal. However, like most immigrants that came to the U.S., they realized that they were not going to achieve that far-fetched dream, and that they would have to work hard and educate their children to pass the dream along --that itself was a heavy burden.