Personal Narrative: Who Is A Citizen Of The United States

What is an American? An American is someone who is defined by more than a social security number and a paper of citizenship. Being an American is also more than just being born in the United States. It is much more complex than that. An American is someone who is hard-working, relentless, and patriotic for their country.

When I arrived to the United States I faced a challenging situation in my life, I didn’t know English. This challenging as I didn’t know how to communicate with any of my teachers or classmates, and I wasn’t able to do any of my work. Not being able to participate in class upsetted me because in Mexico I was use to doing all my classwork and homework. Therefore, I decided that I was going to do everything in my power to learn English quickly. So, when the my ESL teacher announced to my parents that they were going to have to take to school during the summer, I didn’t mind at all. When I was in summer school I learned a lot of English due to my determination and my hard work. Looking back I wouldn’t do things differently because I know that

When I came to the United states, it was pretty hard trying to speak and understand english,because when someone was talking to me I did not understood a single word. It Frustrated me.It was also really hard to pronounce a word because some words does not sound the same way their written.I actually did not want it to read or write anything to learn i just want it to go back where I could understand a language.My mom spoke with me about how she felt when she first came to the US I realize that nothing is impossible.

It is a popular belief that children are bound to the same path that their parents have been down. As a result, being the daughter of two Haitian parents, neither of whom have secondary education, and moved to the United States in the hope of a better life this was a belief placed on me. Throughout my high school career, I have faced obstacles both big and small. One barrier I faced was going into my junior year. Going into my junior year I noticed my dad was home a lot more than usual, but I never questioned it. After a couple of weeks, my mother sat me down and told me he lost his job. At first, when she told me this it didn’t seem like a problem to me. I just thought he would put in more applications get hired and things would turn back

“What is an American?”- This question has been asked for centuries and for many more years to come. It has been around since colonists sailed to America in the 1600s and throughout the Industrial revolution when many immigrants came in search of work. The numerous different cultures and backgrounds causes this to be difficult question to answer. Being an American means countless things to different people depending on their background, culture, and many other aspects of life. To me an American can be a female, that a caucasian, male, farmer. As long as they both have belief in miracles; that, and a determination to prosper.

First, what exactly does it mean to be or become an American. As stated in the article “What Is An American” an American can be a person from literally anywhere on the globe, they can be of any religion, and that an American is always free to speak their mind. In my own words an American is anyone

Major changes in many kids live breeds from their family’s transition from one place to another. Most times they move a couple blocks or to another city or another state. The transition is arduous, but as hard as it is, most American kids don’t cross the Atlantic ocean to reside on a whole new continent. That is my story.

I was raised in Matamoros, Tamaulipas, Mexico. I am an U.S. Citizen, and I was born in Fort Myers, Florida, but my whole life I lived in Mexico. I was raised with my two brothers in my grandparents’ house, because my mom was a single mom, and always worked hard to bring money for all of us. My neighborhood was one of the worst, or that is why people said. I never felt in any kind of danger living there, because I knew almost all the neighbors, and also I never like going out to much. My community was not always very unified, because everyone were on their own issues, but every time someone pass out or any inconvenience happened, everyone were there. That was the good thing of my surroundings.

My alarm blasted its sound in my ear, waking me up. I desperately wanted to go back to sleep, but it was another dreaded school day. Fighting my desire to continue sleeping, I walked over to the bathroom and splashed cold water from the sink on my face to wake myself up. Unfortunately, even that couldn’t completely shake my tiredness. “Oh well…” I sighed as I began stroking my hairbrush through the length of my chestnut-colored hair.

An anonymous poet once said “ABC and NBC do not weep” and “as blood drips from my television screen onto my living room floor, but I walk around it.” This powerfully speaks to the desensitization of the American society, and to twenty-first-century society as a conglomeration. Every night's millions of us sit down to watch some crime series such as Criminal Minds or NCIS. These shows give society a fractured, disjointed account of the justice system and law enforcement, but they also cause us to become comfortable with the idea of murder and a broken justice in a way, “[the] blood drips from [our] television screen onto [our] living room floor[s], but [we] walk around it,” masking the horror and rationalizing it. I have fallen victim to this

My past is something i hardly talk about with my teachers but in a way it's a great for this prompt, When my mom was 16 years old it about my age today but she was pregnant with me and my twin sister. To bring me and my sister here to the united states she had to come with bad people and in that truck there was another 200 pregant people and half were just kids and those people were also coming from guatemala and going to united states. My mom was really frightened but the only thing in her mind was that she knew her twins had to be born in the U.S because in her country she knew we wouldn't have a future in her country. She had to be strong when she was in the truck because because we were ready to come out and it was 9 months already and she couldn't hold the pain anymore

Somebody’s opinion on what it means to be American, can change over time based on what generation they were a part of and what they did or experienced during their lifetime. In my generation, American identity doesn’t consist of a certain ethnicity or religion, but everyone should exercise their rights and be successful in school. To prove that opinions change over different time periods, I interviewed my two grandparents and my parents who have experienced many interesting things throughout their lives. My grandfather has served in the air force and my grandmother was born during the time of World War II. Furthermore, my mother moved to America when she was fifteen, from the Philippines while my father lived here and in a few other countries throughout his life. By interviewing my family of different generations, I hope to find that historic events and experiences will alter what they think of our home country.

I am a proud American citizen, born and raised in a family, and in a state, that highly values the principles of American citizenship. This has given me the chance to witness events that have shaken the foundation of the country. In my life I have had to remain a bystander as wars were fought, terrorist attacks unsettled every American, and live under a government with inner conflicting views. Growing up in America has also granted me the opportunity to observe men and women be brave enough to sacrifice their time and lives to protect this country. The example these brave service members have set rises the standard for all Americans. These military personnel have the courage to respond to the extremities of war and to the panic that follows

I never cared for the United States and now they feel entitled to embark on my country. I do not appreciate their intervention and overbearingness from the United States. I felt like John F. Kennedy disliked me or felt that I was incapable of being a leader. There was not anything notable about my family, but I quickly found my interest, social activism. After getting into social activism, I eventually became a rebel. In 1953, I was part of a group of rebels who raided Moncada Barracks, which are inhabited by the Cuban army. I was captured, but while I was sitting in a jail cell for two years, I had become a national hero in Cuba. My group of eighty rebels, including me, traveled to Cuba, with the end goal being overtaking Batista and making it to the city of Havana. We succeeded, and I even gained patronage from the United States. I dethroned an ostracized leader in Cuba, and I was happily accepting the praise from Cuba and the United States (13-14).

Due to my America citizenship, I am able to work here and relieved some financial burdens for my family during my education in Foothill College. I was hired as a sales consultant at Office Depot for two years. During these two years, I've been working at different departments: customer services, technology sales, furniture sales, front desk. I have been working with people from different racial backgrounds, different social classes, different cultural backgrounds, and different ages. Despite the diverse labors, I work extremely well with them while contributing immensely to the company, this can be reflected upon my recognition as the "employee of the month" twice for selling the most insurance plans for products and best customer services