Personal Narrative : The Story Of My Dream

I walked outside the next morning feeling great. The bright vibrant sun shone on the freshly mowed grass. I loaded into my sister's car and we went off to school. The day passed extremely rapid,

When it comes to my passion most don’t understand it the way I do. For the past three years my passion has been lacrosse. Since I was a freshman at Sandalwood High School my interests for the sport have grown and my devotion and commitment have reached new limits. Most people don’t understand lacrosse, they just know that it is a sport “with sticks and stuff”, and while I don’t take offense to ignorance; sharing my passion with others is never a burden. Lacrosse is one of the biggest parts of my life as of now and I believe it will continue to be for many years to come, but there’s more to the sport than most people know. Lacrosse has a history behind it older than any other sport in America, as well as the fact that as of now,

Beep Beep Beep!!! Goes my alarm. It was time for school. Stuck in my bed not wanting to move from this warm comfortable spot, I started digging at the crust in the corners of my eyes. The smell of bacon filled the air in my room pushing me out of the bed and leading me to the hallway. I head to the kitchen where I find my mother

The way the story begins is probably the same as others. Obviously you are born and raised somewhere. Well my story began in Worcester Massachusetts. I was born on January 15th, 1995, to wonderful parents who people might think is not your usual mix. My mother is from the Dominican Republic and my father is from Ecuador. Yes, I know, the weirdest mix ever but it brought me into this world, so I'm proud.

“American Dream.” Those two words are what drove my parents to escape the challenges of living in poverty stricken Colombia. Being a first generation, young, female, Latina immigrant my upbringing has made me fortunate enough to embrace all of the opportunities available for me.

My mother was born in Tijuana, Mexico and my father was born in Zacatecas, Mexico. My parents worked very hard to come to the United States, looking for the American dream. They are dedicated to their family and want the best for their children. My parents have not stopped working, always trying to arrange their work schedule with my two siblings and I school schedules. They taught us that the only way to go forward is to work, to put all our best efforts in everything we want to accomplish in life. My father always tells me “exhale ganas,” meaning always do your best, to do what you are doing with feeling. Since the day they dropped me off at the college dorms I knew

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.

Some people view the outside world as a dangerous place full of disparity and misery, others like to embrace that unknown and try to use it as a catalyst for inner growth. I like to see myself as the latter, the individual who lives for the rush of the unknown. I looked down to see what I could only describe as a dream come true. It was a ticket for a six month tour around Asia that would lead to the complete immersion of native culture and tradition- Vietnamese Pho, the mountain folk of Nepal, the Muay Thai martial arts of Thailand, Chinese Architecture and the beaches of Laos are some of the places that we got to experience first-hand. As a participant I was expected to live with 15 other individuals from around the world that I had never

Anyone who has the desire to live in the Unites States of America knows that it is the greatest nation among all nations. People either have little knowledge of other countries to believe this general notion or have truly seen and been informed of the opportunal prosperity that exists in the spirit of America. The American Dream is the idea that sets the minds of people determined to be part of a great nation because everyone has the equal opportunity to become successful and prosperous, if you work hard enough to achieve it. The American Dream is the reason why so many people come to the United States in search for better economic and liberty opportunities. What causes frustration and discouragement to enter this nation is the fact that the

America has been a beacon for people searching for a better life because America has a lot of opportunities for a better job payment. America also has a better environment for people to be successful. The American dream is to pursue happiness and to be confident in what you do. A famous example is Marther Luther king when people were talking down to him specifically white people. But he came successfully. Then a white man shot him in the chest. Someone in my life that is living their own version of The American Dream was my uncle Jose Dasilva. My uncles Americans Dream is to be successful and to have people working for him while he sits comfortably. My American Dream is to never go broke and has my own sneaker business but that's if I am not in the NFL or the NBA.

“Trust me. You can do it,” my coach shouted when I fell down from my horse. I was at camp for the summer and wanted to learn to ride but I could not manage to control the horse. After several falls, I had all but given up and was afraid to mount the horse again. But my coach just kept pushing me. By the end of the summer and after a lot of practice and setbacks, I not only got over my fear of riding but also learned to control the horse and have a smooth, consistent ride. I often thought about my experience with the horse that summer when I was sitting for USMLE exams. My USMLE Step 1 and 2 exams were not as good as I hoped and it began a distressing time of self-doubt. I was forced to think hard about my childhood dream to pursue medicine

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

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.

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

There's 24 hours in a day, 168 hours in a week. I have all this time to think yet I never use any of it, I'd rather keep my mind on things that are relevant and happening in reality not my own thoughts. My the realist says I haven't talked about anything related to my heart break in weeks. At first not talking about anything was my way of keeping myself together but I feel like I'm gonna break anytime soon. Things are starting to feel so empty to me, like as if life is going on and I'm just just kinda in it.