Personal Narrative : My American Experience

I know my knowledge is in constantly shaping and is product of my experiences, that everyday both increase without affecting my identity my roots or my values, but I also believe that the choice of coming to America might affect my beliefs and the way I see the world today, I will meet people with different cultural background and going to experience new customs, I might learn to hold myself not to hug people as soon as I meet them or stop trying to suppress this traditionally Brazilian greeting or might question myself how meaningful is the tradition of wearing white clothes in the New`s Year Eve, regardless of the outcome I`m leaving a process that allows me of learning from life in the most diversity way, so I`ll make the best of it being

It can be very challenging to move away from the country you grew up in. Recalling all those moments of laughter, excitement, and adventure can only make one more and more depressed. I was born in Port-Au -Prince, which is the capital of Haiti and raised in Gonaives. I spend most of my early childhood in Haiti. I only knew my native language, food, music, and history. I was only familiar with my native holidays and celebration. Therefore, the day my mother came to me and told me I had been awarded my resident card, and we had to move to America. My life changed forever.

Studying in a foreign country is an interesting experience of an individual lifetime. One tends to learn a number of things relating to ways of life in a foreign land. Social, political and economic values and aspects are usually different from one region to another. Therefore, through studying abroad one is able to learn different issues about another society such as gender and sexuality issues, social class and race/ethnicity issues. Having come from a developing country studying in the U.S.A has been a great experience personally. This paper will attempt to provide a reflection of my personal experience on studying in the U.S by comparing the history of Angola and the U.S.

Johnnie, Veronica, Frank et al. do me a solid with all your “knowledge” and “wokeness” step outside your educational privilege and support systems for a minute. I in no place in my post said anything about America being perfect so what you did was hijack a status about the solidarity I feel for the people in my life and in this country who very much will struggle with an intensified troubling life experience in the country to PROVE you have some kind of exceptional wokeness or understanding of America. MISS me with it. No America was not safe for everyone but we just did was extend the people who it was unsafe for. If that’s cool with you then carry on with your bullshit. I have NEVER EVER said it’s a safe place for everyone. I have NEVER

One day I was sitting in English class doing my work. Then a flying whale flew into the wall and destroyed it. It flew over to me and swallowed me whole. It then just flew back to the ocean. While in the whale's stomach I saw some interesting things like a dead person, a needle with steroids in it, a few soccer balls, a rabbit, and a roll of duct tape. After I had been in the whale's stomach for about 3 hours, it started to shake violently. Then something was squeezing the life out of the whale. All of the sudden i was flying through the air along with everything else. I landed on some sort of island.

Walking, walking, and more walking. Today is the day that we begin traveling to Fiume to board a steamship to this place called America. My family doesn't have a lot of money so we can't afford a ride to the port. I only have one pair of shoes and they have many holes in them. We've walked for what seems like an eternity or at least to me. Today is very bittersweet. We're leaving the only place I've ever called home to live in a place we've never seen before. IM not ready to leave. I love Italy but I know it is no longer safe for me, my mom, and my dad. I'm only six years old but I'm old enough to know this could be all a lie. What if America isn't so amazing? What if we done make it? What if we get sent back? So many questions and not

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.

My “American Dream” wasn’t exactly my American Dream so I’m gonna make up some stuff. The way I will achieve my American Dream is to kinda try in school, just enough to pass it at least, and I will help out my community by doing things around in my area which is almost nothing because I live in the middle of nowhere. In school I will need to finish my English work and complete all of my aows. In Algebra I will have to try really hard because math is super important in life but math is extremely hard and and is dumb but you have to have it.

Living in America has its ups and downs. The different culture and people is what makes America to me. Every day I learn something new while I go to school in America. Personally, as the days go back I carless about humanity and more about myself and how to improve myself. Money has become a major need for me recently and I don’t believe in love anymore. Sometime I just sit and think what kind of person I be like if I keep living in America. I’m happy I can here for school, I don’t think I would know this must about life. And as the days pass by I learn so much more about myself that it makes me question if I ever knew anything to begin with. Unfortunately, I still wonder what life would have been like if I did my college education in Nigeria.

I feel that America’s greatest gift to my generation would be freedom. Freedom has technically given me life, an education, and has taught me important life lessons. I would not want to live in a country that is not free.

I arrived to the United States on August 14, I landed in the afternoon in Dallas, Texas. Language was the first thing I which I had cultural shock. I knew I would be in an Anglophone country, but at the moment when I arrived and I could not understand anything, I entered in a little moment of panic, I was alone in the third biggest airport in the USA, with a delayed flight and with low battery in my cellphone. But I realized that the best thing I could do was keep calm and do my best.

I came to the United States from Russia almost 15 years ago in the 1999, with perspectives to discover something new and maybe in the pursuit of success. Being 17 year old out of high school I had no idea what to do with my life and what expect from this country. Nevertheless, I expected more opportunities and chances for success here than from my motherland.

By the time I turned thirteen, my mom wanted to move to America so that I could receive a better education, more open doors, and a better profession. Many people don’t understand that moving to a new place is difficult and very frustrating especially if you are not excited about moving to a new place .When you go to a new place, you frequently enter a culture that is not the same as the one you exited. Once in a while, your way of life and the new culture are comparative. Different times, they can be altogether different, and even conflicting. My first year in America was one of the toughest events in my entire life because I don’t have any knowledge of American “CULTURE’. The very big thing that I found uncommon is the way we eat and the things

My father graduated from high school in the late 1960’s and had his first school trip to the United States; he was absolutely fascinated by the system, the culture, and the freedom. “It might have been the start of my desire to settle in the United States, in the future.” He shares that at this point, he started to

Everything surrounding you in America looks shiny and new, full of excitement! The sights, sounds and tastes are all an adventure. Of course, there are moments when you feel frustrated or have problems. However, you are too busy getting settled and learning about your new environment. At this stage, your focus might be on similarities rather than differences between your home country and American culture. To some extent, American lifestyle might appeal ideal and much better than your own culture. Just like everyone has told you before, you are having an amazing time wherever you go. You feel yourself prepared and confident, as if you will be able to handle anything — “I am perfectly fine. I have no problem adjusting to the American