Personal Narrative: The New Administration

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.

This meeting lasted about 1 hour and I felt very welcomed in this warm compassionate

I am really glad to hear that you are the Republican nominee for president. I believe that you are exactly what we need to “Make America Great Again.” My family and I thoroughly enjoyed listening to you and your family speak at the Republican Convention.

Have you ever felt like you wanted to achieve something so bad but just don’t have enough energy or motivation to do it? Like eating healthy, running a marathon, become president of the United States. I felt the same but mine was losing weight. All through my childhood and adolescence I have been a heavy kid. I was involved in many recreational activities and sports such as baseball, soccer, and basketball. With all this exercise I felt like I would be able to lose this weight but I just kept gaining more weight. Later during my heavy weight period I started developing sad thoughts and for the most part anxiety. I felt like no one liked me and that no one knew who I was.

I have been living here in Crescent Valley Mobile Home Park for nearly 15 years, and I have never had problems with any neighbor. That is, until a woman moved into space #30 about two years ago. That was when the lives of my children were completely turned upside down. The aforementioned woman makes our lives seemingly impossible, and I really can’t take the stress.

Stepping out of my first plane ride, I experience an epiphany of new culture, which seems to me as a whole new world. Buzzing around my ears are conversations in an unfamiliar language that intrigues me. It then struck me that after twenty hours of a seemingly perpetual plane ride that I finally arrived in The United States of America, a country full of new opportunities. It was this moment that I realized how diverse and big this world is. This is the story of my new life in America.

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

I didn’t believe in aliens until I was abducted by them. I was put in some kind of contraption and I’m not sure what happened exactly, but it’s clear that I’m not where I was. Everything in 2016 is different, I don’t know if I’m in a different state or not but people are dressing differently and acting differently, and the cars, the cars are all different! I’ve been here for quite some time now and have noticed a lot of differences from where I lived in Oceanside, California in 1940. I’ve been transported to the year 2016 and there are so many things that have changed and evolved and among them are political, economic, social, and cultural changes.

“WATCH OUT,” all of the kids on the bus had screamed. After I had realized what had happened I was in the front of the bus with plenty of bruises.

In class we watched a video over a very opinionated male who explained the reason why America is not great. I have a lot of respect for this man and I think that he brought up some extremely valid points that I have never thought about. What I mainly want to touch on is the fact that he accused my generation of being apathetic. He basic says that we could care less and are lazy good for nothings. The best response I can think of is, look at who raised us. Now, I am not saying that it is entirely our parents fault or their parents fault for the reason why teenagers do not care about school, grades, or the world. I am just saying that it is unfair to put the entire blame on my generation saying that we are the reason why the America is not great. He makes it seem that as soon as my

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.

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.

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.

Haha, I understand that my disdain for Trump is subtle sometimes, but I’m glad that you picked up on it and know not to get me started. Additionally, I have a low tolerance level for Hillary bashing (just so you know), based on the fact that she’s worked hard all her life to improve the lives of others (in sharp contrast to the sociopath, who was born on 3rd and thinks he hit a triple).

I voted for Donald Trump. Before that, I voted for Senator John McCain. So, I have been voting Republican in recent presidential elections. My parents were Republican voters and I voted Republican until I left home and joined the military. I vote for the nominee I think should be president and not as a staunch party supporter. I research the issues of all the nominees to be fair. I voted Democrat in 1980 because I researched the issues of both parties. But, my information was biased from the mostly Democrat party information available to me. When I was preparing to vote in the 1980 election I wanted to start with all the facts and get the views of both the Republican and Democrat parties.