Personal Narrative: Pursuing The American Dream

The American dream is something that everyone should believe in, I know I do. Throughout my whole entire life I have wanted to be successful. I believe in myself and know that I can accomplish anything I put my mind to. The American dream says that everyone should be treated equal. Unfortunately, this is not the case. Everyone is judged for their height, weight, race, age, likes, dislikes, etc. In the world today you must conform to the social norm to be considered “cool.” Part of me wants to feel that way and the other part of me just wants to be original and do whatever I want. When I was a little girl I used to perform in musical theater. I loved it so much it made me the happiest I have probably ever been in my entire life. Did everybody

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.

There was a point in my life when i thought i knew what i wanted, or who i wanted to be. Then reality set in. The truth is, i was falling into that old saying "the American dream". Little did i know all i was doing was conforming to the ways of the world. I started a business, had my own family but i was living a double life. I was a husband, a father and an avid drug user. Which in the long run, led me down a path of self destruction. I lied to everyone around me, and the consequences of my actions cost me my freedom. In April 2009 i was baptized in front of the entire congregation on a Sunday morning, And knew who Jesus Christ was, and what he did for me. So there was no excuse why Three years later i was sitting in an 8x10 cell, On my way

the biggest struggle for Americans these days seems to stem from poverty, drugs, broken homes, rasicism/discrimination and so on. how lucky i am that i was raised in a loving, upper-middle class familyi’ve never had many friends. throughout elementary school, i’d spend every recess on the swingset because i didn’t want teachers seeing me wander alone and then make others kids play with me. their pity made me more uncomfortable than being alone. as time went on, things seemed to only get worse. middle school was horrible. i would come home everyday and just try not to cry. i’d never felt so alone in my life.

The United States is 241 years old. There have been many changes to the country. Many of those changes have been in the last 100 years. My generation is lucky to have the freedom to do what we want. Being born in 2005, I am lucky to have opportunities other generation did not have.

What is common between San Francisco, New York, Chicago, Stockholm, Johannesburg, Pune, London, Los Angeles and Denver? These are the places my father worked as an Oracle consulting expert therefore I would say International experience at an early age makes me unique. Adjusting to an international college campus culture would be straightforward for me due to my extensive travel in the US, Europe and Asia.

The across Atlantic, in the northern part of Ethiopia, I was born in a small rural village called Wejo, which is a very small population, with strong social fabric: strict traditional bond, but I still had the memory when the winter is comes. Suddenly the savanna land turn to a tropical garden, the attic change to the rain forest, the river flooded into gorge, the big mountain at back of the house covered with foggy weather, the cattle grazing in the field, the farm giving its reward and everyone in the village delight because of the rain that the winter brings. For me when winter comes one thing always remember is my father graceful eyes. Winter always

My parents came to the United States with a suitcase filled with things from their previous lives. They worked two jobs, seven days a week, while studying as full-time students to complete their education. My dad tells me stories about how he waited tables late into the night, while my mom sold shoes at flea markets on her days off to earn spare cash to buy a car. They built the privilege affirmative action says we have from nothing but hard work.

When I close my eyes and envision the United States, I see barbeques and baseball games. Children running around in big, green playgrounds and coming home to white picket fences and well kept flowerbeds. As sunny and aesthetically pleasing as this image of our country is, I find it oddly discomforting. Here I am, standing on the precipice on adulthood, about to inherit the very future of this country, and I still see this picture of stereotypical 1950's idealism. And while the greatest generation may retain their title, the world is moving at a faster pace than the sleepy hometowns that were once the American Dream. My vision involves us stepping up to the plate and reaffirming our position as the land of opportunity.

The American Dream is something U.S. citizens and immigrants look for in America. This ideal is supposed to be the big picture/meaning of America, where anything can be achieved through hard work and perseverance. This motto is something we Americans live by and follow. I feel like the American Dream is it’s own destination; a destination where everyone, regardless of race, color, creed, or sexual orientation, can live peacefully and achieve even the craziest of dreams through hard work. Unfortunately, I feel that the society we live in today is not the American Dream, it’s something a little more divided. People today see a person of different color, race, etc, and judge them based off acts that are committed by past criminals with violent

My mission in life is not merely to survive but to thrive ; & to do so with some passion , some compassion , some humor , and style.” This quote is by one of my favorite authors and people : Maya Angelou. She always influenced me because the way she carried herself and where she came from. From time I heard “ Still I Rise” it reminded me of what type of woman I wanted to be. I always look of to powerful women the independent ones , the go getters. My American Dream is have live in my pursuit of happiness : to graduate from LSU with my PHD , pursue my career as a doctor , and purchase my own condo by age 25. This is my ultimate explanation of my Pursuit of Happiness.

More than 11 million people in the United States have migrated from all around the world. People decide to migrate for many reasons such as living in poverty, no education, and lack of opportunities. They all have the same dream of striving in life for their future and well being. One of those millions of people was my mother. She took the courage and bravery of leaving all that meant the world to her, move forward and migrating into a new country. From leaving Mexico to Illinois, and now residing in California, her journey was a quite a ride. My mother’s journey has been something that has changed her life and she is forever grateful she took this big step.

For example, my parents, my dad went to college and finished his career in veterinary but my mom didn't she only got to two years why? Because she already had two kids and another one on the way, my mom wanted to finish her career because that was her American Dream and she showed us that anything is possible she got to finish college and work the career she loved the most and it was a Registered Nurse, she told my dad about it and my dad was going to support her through the process when she finished college she got a job at Loma Linda, well for my dad he recently returned back to college last year to get his bachelor degree, this shows me that my parents are showing me an amazing example of reaching an American Dream and to pursue the goal

“The American Dream is a term that is often used but also misunderstood. It isn't really about becoming rich or famous. It is about things much simpler and more fundamental than that.”(Marco Rubio). The quote is about how people think the American dream is about becoming rich or famous, but originally about having a nice job and a good house. Too many people think that the American Dream is dead because of what is happening in the world. My dream is about getting a good education and a nice paying job, playing a sport in college, and settling down and having a nice home life.

Sticky streams of red and blue slowly trickle down my infant hands as I stand on my front porch to soak up the Texas heat, hoping to keep cool with my patriotic treat. As my voice shakes, I recite a song to myself that I heard on the radio and tried to make sense of its alluring words. It is then that I hear the clicking of my mother’s heels approaching, followed by the scent of my father’s pungent cologne. I quickly pressed my lips against the bottom half of my popsicle and slurped up as much of my mess as I could. My parents’ imminent presence overwhelmed me with a desire for their attention. I tell myself to gloat about the words of this song to them. No, not with music. My eyes explore my surroundings and take note of the eternal spring