Personal Narrative: My Life In America

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.

Growing up in Ghana, I had heard a lot of things about the U.S. This was a country I had always wanted to visit; my prayer was answered when I got the opportunity to travel there. Arriving in a new environment came with many experiences. Adjusting with food, language and the weather was not easy. With the passage of time, however I have been able to0 adjust and fit it. This write-up therefore is to elaborate on my experiences since coming to U.S.

I would like to see who could survive as long he did with just books that state some facts. We all have this idea that we could do better then anyone else. For example, the elections are coming up. Numerous people believed that Barack Obama was a lousy president and can not wait to see him leave. The same people also say how they would be a much better president than him. I have no idea how to run a country with millions of people in it and I have a very high suspicion that others who aren’t in politics no either. Just like this not everyone is an expert on how to survive in Alaska.

What do you want to be when you grow up? When I was four, I wanted to be a princess, like Cinderella or Sleeping Beauty; except, without the evil step-family and the vengeful evil queen hunting me. I wanted the pretty dress; and let’s be honest, I wanted the handsome prince. By the time I was nine, I was convinced I would be country star. I wanted to be the best of the best, and stardom seemed like the way to do it. With Taylor Swift as my idol there was no way my plan could go awry. Thirteen hit me and I decided I was too grown up for such childish desires, and my plans changed to becoming a neurosurgeon. Today, if you were to ask me who I want to be when I grow up, my reply would be that I have no clue. I can only tell you three things I want to do; the same three things I have to do. I have to remain hopeful, become the best version of me that I can possibly be, and most importantly, I have to pursue my dreams. These are my responsibilities to America.

Nobody likes moving at least I know I don't. We we're living in India and I was in fifth grade when we moved. We moved into our house in India when I was one year old. Was going great I had a lot of friends. My best friend was my neighbor every day after school we would go to a park in our colony.

Back in 2001 I migrated here in the United States from the Philippines. I lived in San Francisco for a bit then moved to Las Vegas. I thought living here in the United States would make us rich, but I was wrong.

My family and I migrated to the United States about eight years ago searching for our American Dream. As an eight-year-old I could not accept that this strange new world where people spoke a different language I didn't understand, where I didn't have to wear a school uniform, where I didn't attend an all girl school, and where not everybody was catholic was what I was supposed to call home. It was a gargantuan change that took a while to accept, but now that I am older I am so grateful and I know that I would go through everything again just to be where I am today, especially because I know an innumerable amount of undocumented students would give anything to be in my position.

Now, Thomas can be seen in his brown lounge chair, IV hooked to his arm, respiring slowly. The cancer slowly taking away another part of him each and every day, hoping that the chemo kills the cancer before the cancer kills him. He calls for his wife to help adjust his chair. Even after sixty-five years, she is still by his side ever since he asked her to prom his Senior year of high school. The grandson asks him if he believes he has achieved his American Dream. Thomas looks around his room. The IV slowly drips into his bloodstream and Thomas takes a deep breath, “I gave up my chance at the American Dream in order to make sure the less fortunate have a chance to be better, to have true ‘upward mobility’. My only American Dream, if I had one,

I have realized that there is much more precious to life than wealth, status, property, and materialistic things. For me, the American Dream is not just having the strongest economic standing, wealth, or fame, but attaining happiness through everything and moment in my life and making a difference. My American dream is being able to graduate from high school and attend college because I would like to have the opportunity to directly help those who are less fortunate than me and make them happier. I feel that there is no greater joy than feeling that I was able to help an individual in their time of physical or emotional need. My American Dream is being able to walk into a home with a happy family and know that my presence is welcomed and is

It was a gleaming Monday morning and I was cheerfully walking to the lunch tables where my friends were, until I was suddenly halted by a somewhat familiar person.

Even though I have been to Ethiopia few times I was really little, So I never realized what I was actually experiencing. the first few times I have been there I remember the Rainy mornings and nights the muddy grounds and the crazy thunderstorms which you can here so loudly like rocks hitting the tin roof. I remember walking to get everywhere, eating Ethiopian food and buying things from stores and sellers on the streets.At the time of the trip, I took when I was little It did not Really seem like much of America was different from Ethiopia. I always thought no matter where you go that life was a breeze. That you could wake up go to school or work come back to your family and have a nice day but clearly, that was not the case for everybody

I have walked this path everyday for almost 15 years now since I was a young child. The path itself is next my childhood house in Doorest; the forest surrounding my house. I walk this path to clear my mind, it helps me separate from my stressful life outside this forest.

On February 12th, 2015 I left America for the holy land. After we got on the plane I felt excited, I had not been to Israel in many years. I was thinking wow I’m about to have a great experience and make some great friends. After the long flight we arrived and the first thing I felt was the warm Israel breeze on my face. After waiting for one of the other kids to find their luggage which got lost we rode to Jerusalem. The views I saw outside the window were truly magnificent, from wild animals to construction workers to plants of crazy color. After finally getting to the Youth hostel we enjoyed dinner rice and potatoes. Then we walked to the kotel and took a late night tour of the Jewish, Armenian, and Muslim quarter. When I walked up to the wall I started

The day I arrived May 12, 2011. It was an important date for me. On May 12 I set foot for the first time in the United States. The weather was incredible enough to fell in love with the United States. I still remember the season because of the pleasant atmosphere, even though in that moment I was sad, the incredible nature help me to feel better.

Many people want to travel to United states, for a better life and more opportunities that their country doesn't provide them with, however that wasn’t my case. When I was 11 years old, I had a dream while I was in my native country the Dominican Republic; I was playing outside feeling the cold wind hitting my face with such force and intensity, the snow falling and an extreme cold; I was so excited and happy playing with my cousins and making a snowman that all around me was oblivious. It felt so real and from that night forward I knew I was destined to come to U.S and make my dream come true, make a snowman. Was everything I dreamed fulfill or was my experience living in the U.S different.