Personal Narrative: When I Grow Up In 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.

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

America’s gift to my generation is amazing because veterans have used all their potential for us. They fought for us to be alive right now. Their gift to us is much more than I expected. I am so thankful and I appreciate all they have done for us.

Moving to the United States is a huge step for an immigrant. As an international student, I have been passing through this event that most Brazilian desire to. However, it is hard to adapt with the new culture and lifestyle, knowing that I have my own values. The “Two Ways to Belong in America” illustrates two views of getting used with this new culture, in which I identified myself with one of these ways: my nationality cannot be change with a simple paper called green card. Thus, starting a new life in a foreign country is tough because I have to find a way to readjust to this new culture, not ignoring

Growing up in America, I have always been surrounded by many cultures and different ethnic groups. Many of those cultures differ from my own traditionally. For the first half of my life, I was raised in detroit, a predominantly black city - I had always assumed. My family eventually moved out of Detroit and we moved to Inkster. Inkster was a much smaller city, but it was also a predominantly black city. In 2011, my family moved from Inkster, Michigan to Canton, Michigan. Although the two cities are less than a half hour apart - the cultural and ethnic groups are extremely diverse. While attending my freshman year of high school in Canton I realized, I was a minority there. More than half of the student body, more than half of the community

As I stepped off the plane, the frigid air sliced through my face, just as the cold, harsh reality hit me: I’m an American now.

Growing up in the United States, popular culture has always threatened some part of my cultural identity. In this sense, I can sympathize with a legion of other youths in the same situation. In order to assimilate into American culture, it becomes almost absolute to lose some part of ethnic heritage. Although I still spoke and understood the language, it was progressively harder for me to communicate to my immigrant parents.

Living in America gives us many freedoms and many blessings. I started my life in the Ukraine. This situation or circumstances I do not know. I came to America when I was 18 months old. A nice family, who lived in America, changed my life by adopting me. Being an

On March 11 my school’s 8th grade class went on an east coast trip to Virginia, New York, Pennsylvania, Washington DC, and we shortly drove through New Jersey and Maryland. This was a week long trip, but I stayed in NY with a couple friends for 4 extra days. It was a vast experience to see all the monuments and understand some of what it took for our country to exist today, but I will now explain what America means to me.

Living in the United States shaped my character. When I was young my family moved from refugee. In the beginning life was tough getting adjusted to the american life. At a young age I understood that some people looked down upon me because of my background. I had a hard time getting along with other students because of cultural clash. After a while I was able to understand the American culture. My mom was a single parent with six other children and the only place we could find to live in was a neighborhood that was not safe. My mother would never allow us to go outside because she was afraid that we would get in trouble. It was not until college that I was able to understand all I was missing out in the world.

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

i live in central oregon. I'm fifteen years old, and go to high school at Ridgeview high school.I live in a three bedroom sized duplex. My mom gets decent pay, but we struggle towards the end of the month. My life and my family reminds me of what every average family is like in America nowadays. It’s beginning to become our culture. actually i take that back my family actually isn't very average and far from the normal American family. i say that because i have parents that have had very rough lives. Me, my two older brothers, and little sister have also had quite rough life's not going into details or anything like that. My parents

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.

Hope shows the desire of one for something to happen. It serves as a light in the darkness, and is like the rainbow at the end of the Great Flood. Through any trial, through every ounce of despair, or trouble, it serves as a shining star of promise. With the wars that came and went, stories of people that survived and lived through those wars have come up. I could not have imagined any experience worse than those who lived through those wars. Almost all of it tells us that those people have had hope in their hearts that things would eventually get better. It is truly amazing how hope have remained in those people even when things are dire. It is undeniable that hope is one of the most difficult things to crush in human