Personal Narrative: My Story Of 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.

Some people may be confused in what responsibility even means. Does it mean be nice, make good decisions, and do what you're told? I've been taught many responsibilities throughout my life and the most important one is to try my hardest to walk in the light of Jesus. To do this I try to learn from my mistakes, treat others the way I want to be treated. Whenever I get the opportunity I bring God into the subject to try to show every one what a loving and caring father he his no matter how many mistakes you've made. I want people to know that no matter what they do or say to me, I will never deny my beliefs for God I will always shine my light and try to impact as many lives as I can. We are one Nation under God and I believe that's our responsibility to keep it that way.

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 was born in Havana, Cuba and lived there for ten years. If I am honest I cannot remember much about Cuba unlike my mother; however even though I cannot remember much I always used to think that Cuba was home regardless of how long we stayed in America. Similar to most children I took after the actions of my parents while growing up. If my mother and grandmother spoke about Cuba or any topic related to it I would listen to them and then I tried to have the same conversation with my uncle as if to let them know that I was thinking about Cuba as well. I used to believe that when we flew over to America we brought Cuba with us and that was a normal thing; however my thinking was changed over the course of only one year in America.

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.

I should state in the beginning I don’t hate American, I am as American as it gets, no matter where I am I still described myself as an American. But as a citizen, I have my own opinion and criticism of my country. I should also put out there that I don’t particularly support a government formation of any kind. Because I do believe in the philosophy of anarchy,(so I may have a somewhat extremist viewpoint compared to some.) That rejects compulsory government or compulsory rule and holds that society can be organized without a coercive state. I think of government as harmful. So when I say I don’t hate America, I mean the people and our culture. I don’t wish to get into such semantics as if we are able to rule ourselves or if it’s possible at this point for us to transition into such a state after

The america I believe in. I believe in the free rights, the constution, and the pledge of alegence. Thoughout my whole life I’ve had a knick for wars, mainly world war 2. I read books about World War 2 and many other wars constantly, even to a point where I can’t read anything else. The U.S.A. has been my home since the day I was born. I have only left the country once and it was to Mexico. When I was there I noticed that they had bars on their window, I asked my dad about it and he told me it was because of how unsafe it was. My honestly first thought was, “why are we here if it’s unsafe?” I have always wanted to go to other countrys and see what school is like there and what freedoms they have. After reasearching many different places and

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.

How do you get to your big American dream? You get help from others or do you? Many young kids or teenagers in Scotland wanted a better life than they had. They had to sell themselves for servitude just to get to America, but did they have to? Many believe you can get by without help from others. They believe that you can do this on your own, but you need help from others. The help from the government is in our everyday lives, so you can’t go rugged or just say you don’t need help. You need help from others like the government