Personal Narrative: Vietnamese Noodle

I come from a Chinese-Vietnamese background. Though I do not have Vietnamese blood in me, my parents were born and raised in Vietnam; just like how I was born and raised in America. I grew up with the privilege of learning many languages such as Vietnamese, Cantonese, Mandarin, and even a bit of French. I grew up eating may different things such as dim sum, hot pot, Hong shao niu rou, and more. Growing up as a Chinese-Vietnamese-American was very confusing. I was a living contradiction. My family said one thing, yet American society said another. In Vietnam, I wasn't seen as a "true Asian" and in America, I wasn't viewed as a "true American". It was very frustrating, but as I grew up and learned about the world and myself, I am willing to

This news is disheartening to Tom, but the family’s only choice is to keep traveling west. Tom’s grandmother eventually dies too from exhaustion and heat. Finally after many grueling days in the hot sun and numerous stops to fix the car, the Joads arrive at California. However, their dreams of finding a wonderful place to live are shattered when they hear California residents calling them Oakies and saying bad things about them. Californians feel threatened by the families migrating into California because the newcomers will take all the job opportunities and they will steal food to avoid starvation. At first the Joads can’t find work and they are forced to live in one of the Hoovervilles. The Hoovervilles are very run down and Connie , Tom’s brother, runs away from the family because of the disappointment of realizing his dreams will not come true.

“BAM” goes Noodle Man. Noodle Man was fighting his ultimate villain, Blackbird. Noodle Man was a superhero in the city of Sunshine City and was the most powerful person in the city. Ever since he was a child he was always stopping villains in real life and even in the video games. He can fly and his most important power was that he could throw noodlerangs, and you might be asking wow, how do you know him so much I know because he’s me. My greatest enemy was the infamous Blackbird and he was about to attack the awesome mayor, but then I saved the mayor by kicking Blackbird away. Then we started to fight, though Blackbird had some good knockout blows on me I grab a light pole and smacked him away. I made sure that I knocked him away and so

Charlie is the quirky protagonist. He struggles with problems within his family and on a social level; it is not easy for him to meet new people and make friends. Charlie is a wallflower; rather than participating, he watches and listens from the sidelines. He starts his freshman year of high school by befriending his English teacher, Bill. Bill acts as a mentor for Charlie and encourages him to put himself out there. By doing that, he meets his new friends, Patrick and Sam. Patrick is an eccentric, outgoing senior. He takes Charlie under his wing and shows him parts of the world he would never expect to explore. Sam is Patrick’s step-sister. Charlie develops a crush on her. She is his first kiss. Patrick and Sam help Charlie experience new things and feel new emotions. Through his letters, readers can tell that Charlie does not have a very close relationship with his family. His parents love him, but are also very distant. His brother is away at college, and his sister gets tangled up in an abusive relationship. One person who is very important to Charlie is his Aunt Helen. He describes her as his fun, loving, and caring aunt who would buy him both a present for his birthday and a present for Christmas. However, Charlie discovers something about his aunt that taints his opinion of

I am Vietnamese, and I came to the US six years ago. I am always inspire and proud of my Vietnamese culture. I lived in Vung Tau city in Vietnam before I came here, it is a beautiful place and famous for the beaches. Even Though Vietnam is a developing country, it is a place with diverse cuisines, magnificent scenery, and a country of hospitality. Food in Vietnam are diverses according to the regions such as North, South and Central. My dad’s family is from Bac Ninh, Ha Noi, but I was born and grew up in the South. The influences of the North cuisine is still happening in my family because my dad is the main cook in the house. Street food in Vietnam is an indispensible thing that can not miss in a paper like this. I love Xoai Lac, Banh Trang

The quaint brick buildings lay snug between the evergreen pine trees despite the temperature and the nakedness of all the other leaf bearing ones. Jasmine stops at a diner in the middle of town, hoping to fill her empty complaining stomach. Overhead a little bell rings, causing a few of the townspeople crowded inside the small, stuffy room to glare at her from a distance. Jasmine stifles a quick smile as she struggles to take off her coat. An elderly woman greets her with a sneer before taking her to a booth in the corner near the restrooms. The townspeople, no longer stare, yet Jasmine can still feel their eyes upon her, inciting her to fidget with the sleeves on her black turtleneck, trying desperately to pull it over her knuckles. Jasmine orders a ham sandwich with potato salad from the grumpy waitress who tosses the plate down carelessly on the table when she returns to deliver the food. When the little bell rings again, Jasmine turns her attention away from the table top towards the door and she lays her eyes on a young man in his mid-twenties with long black hair. He quickly glances in her direction and then makes his way towards another table. Foolishly, Jasmine looks back at the table and continues to keep her head down while she eats her food, not realizing as the young man strides over to her table and takes a seat across from

Going to the same high school my brothers graduated from meant that within a month the students, teachers and staff knew me only as Chang. At the time, a majority of my life was school and sleep so I accepted being identified only by my surname. Chang put me in a mask that sat comfortably on my face as I myself sat idly by in the corner hoping the next four years will pass by quickly. It wasn’t until I took the small steps like joining Model UN or displaying my art in public galleries during my senior year that I became aware of the voice I had. As I spoke and communicated to my fellow delegates on how to solve the nuclear arms crisis with the DPRK on our imaginary agenda, the leader hiding in my head revealed itself to me. With a prompt tone

Al’s Diner down on the corner of fourth and maple street is James’s favourite joint. The place is coolsville. The owner, Al, is a real cat. The owner does not let no nerds, nosebleeds, germs or punks hang in his place. The boys park the horses and head inside. The gang take a seat at their usual red booth in the back of the diner. Pauly begins to fiddle with the tabletop jukebox and rock ‘n’ rock begins to blare from the gang’s table. James leans back into the worn leather booth, scopes up the menu and glances around the place. The simple white walls are covered with different posters of various celebrities, flags from different universities and street signs from all over the States. Apparently ankle-bitters use their five finger discount and get all the décor for Al in return for some ice cream during the hot summer days. Al keeps his place neat and tidy, never a speck of dirt on the black and white polished checkered floors. If a Greaser does not knock their damn boots at the door, Al will flip his lid. Al tried sprucing up the place with some leafy, green plants here and there, but goofs kept chucking their butts in the pots, Al blew a gasket. There’s a big, old, light-up jukebox in the back with enough room to dance, Al has endless sides to listen to. It’s a rock ‘n’ roll lover’s dream. Al prefers the King though, Elvis’s soulful voice is usually playing from the jukebox hours on end. Al is a real pal man to James, he let’s his gang take care of business out back and all James has to do is slide him a little bread. Sometimes Al helps out, and man he can serve a real mean knuckle sandwich. Since the local theatre is right next door it’s the perfect place to take a chick after a quick flick. Eat a little, pay for the meal like a gentleman, twist a little, then try to cop a feel on the way home in your set of wheels. The booths in the back of the diner are the perfect place to try to

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Kroshawn is a junior at Pooptown High School. He is hoping to have a great college education when he graduates from High School, while trying to make friends in life. As he prepares for school, his mother makes him toast with butter for the go so he won’t be late. Kroshawn woke up and slipped quietly into his bear suit. “Bye Mom. See you after school,” Kroshawn said as he exited through the front door of his house.

The summer before my second year in middle school, my family planned a trip to Brooklyn, New York. This trip was my first time out of Florida. Being from the small town of Miramar, Florida, exposure to different cultures and larger things was limited. Born into a Chinese family, the Chinese culture is of great importance to me. The Chinese population in Florida is puny compared to New York’s. To enter a state where the Chinese are known to populate and assimilate, is to realize how large and dispersed my culture is in such an extraordinary state in the United States.

I almost sliced my chin in a lot of ways. I sliped in the bathtube on a bar of soap. That was when I was seven years old and I had to get stiches. That’s when I actualy split my chin in the shower and I held a rag to get dressed. My mom was at work at the time, so my mom came home. Then we went to the hospital where my mom works.

Tammy’s parents signed her up for a meal plan while she will be living in the college dorms and also gave her a spending budget for going out or buying supplies and food. She realized that she had enough supplies to last the semester so she decided to spend the money on healthy food since she was not sure what the cafeteria was going to offer. Tammy and her roommate Jennifer head off to

Vietnamese cuisine can be very diverse due its geography and climate. There is no accurate average temperature for the whole country. The Vietnamese national culture emerged from a concrete living environment: a tropical country with many rivers and the confluence of great cultures (Vietnam Country). Vietnam is a long, narrow country in Southeast of Asia that borders south China, east of Laos and Cambodia. Vietnam is practically the size of Italy and Japan put together; and is divided into three regions: north, central, and south.

The aroma of homemade soup filled the air as young boys and girls served it to the elderly members of my community. Since I was 12 years old I have been part of the Bridgeton Municipal Alliance Youth to Youth, a community youth group focused on delivering the message to be drug free, violence free, and bias free through community service and involvement. Among the various events held by the program, every Martin Luther King weekend we would gather to prepare homemade soup for the elderly and serve them in a local restaurant while they shared stories from their lives. For those not able to leave, we would also deliver to the elderly center downtown and give company to our seniors whose families did not go to visit them.