Personal Narrative: An Inevitable Norm For American Society

I was thirteen when I moved to the United States. July 7, 2007 was the day my brothers and I packed up our belongings and left Haiti. It was a very exciting day because I got the chance to be on an extremely large white and blue airplane for the first time, and most importantly, reunite with my parents, whom I did not know because my father left Haiti when I was three years old, and my mother left a several years later. As a teenager, I had the mindset of living in a fairytale land. I did not think about the possible challenges I might encounter after leaving my homeland. The idea of adjusting to a new culture, learning a new language, and socializing with others that do not have the same tongue as me never ever crossed my mind. Little did

I didn’t believe in aliens until I was abducted by them. I was put in some kind of contraption and I’m not sure what happened exactly, but it’s clear that I’m not where I was. Everything in 2016 is different, I don’t know if I’m in a different state or not but people are dressing differently and acting differently, and the cars, the cars are all different! I’ve been here for quite some time now and have noticed a lot of differences from where I lived in Oceanside, California in 1940. I’ve been transported to the year 2016 and there are so many things that have changed and evolved and among them are political, economic, social, and cultural changes.

In class we watched a video over a very opinionated male who explained the reason why America is not great. I have a lot of respect for this man and I think that he brought up some extremely valid points that I have never thought about. What I mainly want to touch on is the fact that he accused my generation of being apathetic. He basic says that we could care less and are lazy good for nothings. The best response I can think of is, look at who raised us. Now, I am not saying that it is entirely our parents fault or their parents fault for the reason why teenagers do not care about school, grades, or the world. I am just saying that it is unfair to put the entire blame on my generation saying that we are the reason why the America is not great. He makes it seem that as soon as my

It was a small thing, the bright green of youth. I planted it on the 3rd, in my freshman year, with the Green Thumb Club at my high school.

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.

Writing is a miracle itself. Believing in miracles can make you a proponent of the second chance in life. Following your dream is life long pursuit of one’s purpose. Sometimes winds of destiny are inflating your sails; sometimes you hit a rough spot in the ocean. The drawbacks are good chance for reflection and readjusting. As a first generation immigrant I had the opportunity to witness myself the land of Opportunities and experience the concept of an American dream first hand. Deciding to come and live in the United States and leaving my whole family behind has been hardiest decision that I have made in my life so far. The doubt that this doubts about that decision has chasing me as a bad dream since the day I have arrived in the United States.

Major changes in many kids live breeds from their family’s transition from one place to another. Most times they move a couple blocks or to another city or another state. The transition is arduous, but as hard as it is, most American kids don’t cross the Atlantic ocean to reside on a whole new continent. That is my story.

That’s basically all I could understand as I left the immigration center. People all around me were talking in languages I had only studied in textbooks, which barely helped. That was the first time I could really look around and see where I was. The sound of car engines roared in my ears as I walked across the street; people squashed into a small bus while chattering in a garbled language that made no sense. Everywhere I looked I saw chaos, and I couldn’t have been happier.

That day I walked back home from primary school is one I would never consign to oblivion (“Consign to Oblivion” is an exceptional song I would recommend). We were laughing and frolicking in painstakingly tailored school-clothes as we carried our backpacks and lunch-boxes on the dirt road. It was unbeknown to me that I would no longer see my dear friends again. As I took off my shoes and entered the dwelling, I saw my mom`s troubled face and immediately realized the severity of the situation. It took mere minutes for my parents to elucidate this predicament and devastate my six-year-old world. America? Why?

Of course the norm for me is that of any citizen living in zone three.

As an international student, it is critical to consider schools which are friendly towards persons who may not share the same culture as the major population of the student body. Having lived and thrived in a culture so different from my own for sometime, I have learned that for the most part, people are a lot welcoming to my culture when I do not try to hide from it but rather, offer my different perceptions and opinions about the questions I am being asked.

On my first day of pre-kindergarten, I entered the classroom slowly placing one foot onto the ground after another gripping onto my Strawberry Shortcake backpack tightly seeking protection. I arrived at the classroom door and noticed something. The children frolicking around the room playing tag were different. The other children had skin the color of snow and chocolate, while mine resembled that of caramel. Of course, I had encountered those of other races or ethnicities, however it was overwhelming and quite sudden for me, for some reason. Perhaps I had expected all the other children to look similar to me. I had not realized at the time that my town had had very few Indians at the time, and had a white and black majority. I had been quite

Well, ordering 1 plate for 2 people is certainly a good way to save some money. I agree that this can be easily done in America. I've actually become accustomed to the smaller portions here and like it. Tokyo has been hotter than I had originally expected. I'm a little surprised actually, since I didn't expect it to reach Florida temperatures. Last week, one day it was 37C here. It hovered around 33 to 34C the entire week. I don't think I've ever sweated so much, even in Florida. It was getting pretty bad. We just bought a second a/c unit. I couldn't see sleeping here at night without air conditioning. It's too unbearable. I imagine Minneapolis must be cooler than Tokyo. I know that you should have some nice Autumn seasons there with the leaves

T.R. Reid, a journalist, and his family moved to Japan in the 1990’s. They experienced a peaceful and educational experience in Japan. Throughout the book, we are presented with the positive outcomes of a society that cares about the community just as they would care for their own family. Low crime rate, a sense of security, low divorce rates, low incidences of single parenthood. All of this happening while at the same time the country of Japan became a force to be reckoned with in from an economic and innovation standpoint. This, Reid calls it, the Social Miracle. From the way the community cme together to the way the whole society behave themselves. Japanese people take being part of the community very seriously. They seem to take pride in

The Japanese also believe that their culture is superior to others, called ethnocentrism. They believe they are much stronger than their surrounding Asian countries. They see things as fair or not fair only in terms of how it is fair to Japan and would not be concerned about whether it is fair to Company A’s home Country, the U.S. This could be something that Company A could have with trade issues. The Japanese will negotiate only on what is good for their Country, not the greater good of mankind. Americans telling the Japanese to act more like them would not go over well. In the past, America has tended to bash the Japanese so Company A will need to be almost apologetic from the start and cater more to Japan from the very