Personal Narrative-My First Female President

She a black American Locked up like a bird with now wings Her freedom was lost Her rights fell in a hole of neglect. She waited all night and all day trying not to forget hope.

My AP government class seemingly encapsulated critical shifts of voter behavior into a single lecture, but I craved to see democracy in action. Working on Raja Krishnamoorthi’s Congressional campaign before my junior year, I was able to translate what I had read in books into practice. Scrolling through endless lists of voter files, I was able to picture how different neighborhoods in Illinois’s 6th District voted distinctly each election. I found myself engaging on issues that may have occupied half a page in Patterson’s The American Democracy, but hit to the heart of voters, from a grandmother dependant on Social Security to a steelworker that was laid off.

America’s gift to my generation is amazing because veterans have used all their potential for us. They fought for us to be alive right now. Their gift to us is much more than I expected. I am so thankful and I appreciate all they have done for us.

It’s been 2 years, 35 days and 22 minutes, and I’m still peeking through the dismal, damped window to just have a look at my family. Though years have passed but I still see my mother stepping out of the door every morning with the hope that her daughter Selina Dimp, would arrive. If only she knew that our separation would result to her survival, the urge and temptation to step in my house, smell the aroma of my ever favorite lasagna, tease little Jason and be in the arms of my mother has grown extremely more. No matter how many years have passed but the plague is still out there on our streets, infecting every person I love , my own brother and my entire Nation. As always, the newsboard flashes “The Republic of America war against the Democratic of America is still in progress” , the same old news by the government but for the first time it shows something that gives me a leap of faith for a second. The

On October 27, 1858, I was born in New York City. I was very fortunate to be born into a wealthy and well off family, but I was not as lucky with my health. As a young child I was very weak and constantly ill. By the time I was a teenager, I was tired of being of being frail, and began doing gymnastics and weightlifting to build up my strength.

I am going to be honest. Generally speaking, I have never been a very political person. When I was younger I didn’t care much about politics and up until a year or two ago the most I knew about politics was a basic idea of the ideas of each party, their symbols, that our president is a democrat, and that there’s a presidential election every four years. But, in the past year that has changed a lot. I turned eighteen, and eighteen is the year, the year we become adults, and the year us new adults gain the right to vote. Gaining this authority gives you a feeling that you don’t quite get when you get your license, or your first job at sixteen. So imagine my initial disappointment when the first election I get to vote in involves Donald Trump. But, as I have experienced the campaign in the past year, that disappointment dissolved and I knew I wanted to share what I picked up on.

With everything going on in the news and the new administration, I have been feeling the urge to do something. I happened to come across an online site where it talked about taking action. So, I decided to organize a Stockton Huddle, which is a 90-minute gathering for people of all walks of life to sit and calmly discuss their concerns about the new administration and its policies. Huddles are the second of 10-planned actions in the First 100 days of this presidency, which launched at the Women’s March in Washington D.C.

All the women in my family, myself included, love the Rob Reiner film American President (the one where Michael Douglas is the president and falls for Annette Benning) to the point where my mother and two aunts can quote the whole thing without missing a beat. While I’m not quite on their level yet, one quote that I can always jump in on is: “We have serious problems to solve, and we need serious people to solve them.” I want to be one of those people—a relentless problem solver with new, creative and innovative ideas to make the world around me a more connected place. And that’s why I’d flourish at Eugene Lang, as well as contribute to the driven and dynamic student body of artists and innovators that attend the school. I hope to become

done in the past has given us freedom today. I am so thankful for all those who

Senator; Secretary of State; First Lady; these are but a few of the titles Hillary Clinton has undoubtedly added to her resume. However, there is another crucial title she is trying to add to that competitive list; President. As the first female president, she would definitely be making history. Not only has she been in the political world for quite some time, but also has had a “bird’s eye of view” of just what presidency is like after her husband, Bill Clinton, took office. Yet, the question still remains, does Hillary Clinton have what it takes to be the first female president of the United States of America?

Politics is in my blood. My grandmother was very active in local politics and instilled that passion in me from a young age. I remember watching the Kerry-Bush debates in 2004, and since then I have been hooked. I do not hold the cynical view that politicians are only involved in politics for their own benefit, and I believe they all are honestly committed to helping the people they serve. One politician who I have been impressed is Elizabeth Warren. She stands up for what she believes in despite criticism and helps people who do not have a voice. If I had to be one person active in politics, I would be Elizabeth Warren.

Everyone defines high school as the base of your career, were magnificent teachers providing knowledge to help you exceed in life. But tell me how are we supposed to exceed while having teachers who does not provide enough information for my understanding? My senior year of high school I was placed in a math class with an instructor who goes under the name if Mrs. Power, but rather known as Mrs. Pointless. "Ok class everyone quiet!” are the exact words Mrs. Powers would say before starting class. She made class dull and pointless. By far she is the worst teacher I have had. She had little knowledge of what she was teaching in class, had out dated policies and lastly was extremely rude.

I found myself in bar in downtown alexandria, the day before president elect donald trump would be sworn into office as the 45th president of the united states. I was enjoying a beer when conversation between a stranger and myself manifested in the way that conversations at bars do-spontaneously. His name was john and surprisingly he attended jmu just a few years ago. We made small talk and relished in what a coincidence it was to have met each other. It wasn't long before the conversation turned political, not a surprise for the dc metro area and especially with the election just a day away. I liked john, he seemed like a nice guy, however i found myself in strong disagreement with his political beliefs. I'm liberal and john was an avid trump

“I can’t be president”, I recall saying at a young age not because it was far-fetched, I am a citizen of the U.S.A but I was foreign born. At a young age, I expressed concern and shame when speaking of my dual-nationality. While growing up and becoming a pre-teen we try to find our identity, but I felt lost, should I consider myself Colombian or American? Which should’ve seemed like a minor concern since I lived in the U.S. Throughout most of my life, it was all I knew but I still felt detached. I was a middle child with two siblings an older brother and a younger sister whom both were born in the U.S.A and although that was a small distinction and unnoticeable unless it was asked I felt that the technicality defined me.

On January 21, 2017 over a million people marched all around the world to protest the election of Donald Trump: his policies and pledges to take away certain rights, and to support the fundamental rights of all humans─specifically women. I was lucky enough to attended the march in D.C., where the streets were flooded with so much love and with voices that could not be ignored. This is the first political march I have ever attended but, will definitely not be the last because of how motivational, unified, and outspoken everybody was.