Growing up I always knew my mindset was far past my years. The way my mind worked was different and older than those kids around me, so it was no surprise for me to be on my own right from the get go after turning 18. For as long as I can remember I have always done everything by myself especially school related. My parents are Hispanic and speak little English, making me the first person in my family to attend college. My parents brought me to the United States from Mexico at the age of four and I have lived in Oklahoma ever since. This is home. Being brought here as a toddler, now makes my status here in the U.S. a resident of Oklahoma thanks to the differed action known as DACA. This does put a set back on my plans to attend college because
Three months later, my mother, brother, and I moved back to the United States due to my mother’s illness. And once again, I said goodbye to a place that I had become comfortable living in to move to somewhere else and re-situate myself in Oklahoma all over
As a kid growing up in middle America, I was expected to conform to societies expectations. This refers to an evangelical Christian and conservative political sets of beliefs that I did not share as an agnostic liberal. I was also proud of my beliefs. At times, this led my papers and opinions to be ridiculed in school and even led me to be forced out of my job at a family owned pizza shop. Even with these negative consequences of living in my small town, I have grown to appreciate middle America even more as I grow personally as a person.
Awoke from a brave man who sailed the sea. An idea, a chance of hope, was born. Battled for an identity of prosperity for all, consequently we rose up to become America the land of inalienable liberties straight from our maker. Growing despite dividing America has always overcame division growing smarter and tougher through her conflicts. We truly became America when all of America got equality and so America gave down rights to all her people.
As a teenager moving to a new country with a different culture, different language, and being thousands of miles away from everyone I grew up with was not an easy change, however, that was precisely what I did in January of 2013 when I came to the United States with my father. My whole world changed since, and shaped my way of thinking. From learning English, adjusting to a new culture, experiencing my first snow and finding my way in my new country, my life has been an exciting adventure. My parents brought me to America almost 5 years ago to have a better life, and to get a better education.
Since the ripe age of twelve years old, I have been attending one of the best kept secrets of the Shenandoah Valley; Camp Strawderman. The ideals Strawderman implements are to make girls so happy they will share their happiness with others, to create friendships that shall last through life, and to bring out the hidden possibilities that lie within each girl. Helping girls to find themselves is a big aspect of both my time as a camper and as a counselor in training, called “T.A.”. I grew a deep love for helping other girls who had stumbled upon Strawderman to gain as much as they could out of their stay. As an older girl, all you can hope for is that you have made someone else’s stay just as wonderful as yours your first year at camp.
This elder man told me today "how this world is I may only be alive for 2 more days". That's sad! I wish more people were leaders than they are followers. In today's world a lot of things and people are getting worse and worse which is going to lead to another war. America vs America!
The first eight years of my life, I spent in India where I was born. Growing up I was constantly reminded by my parents that I needed to make them proud by getting a good job and living a good lifestyle. They told me this because they did not want to see me live a hard life like they did. When I was nine years old, I moved from India to the United States of America. The reason why I moved to America was not because I was living a bad life in India, it was so that I could have a better education and more opportunities in life.
I used to have this grudges in my heart when everything go hard that would made me wanted to blame my parent. But I can’t because I was not raise to think that way. When I come to America, I was eleven years old and no one asked me if I wanted to come it just happen in a second. I was in a cold place with extended family that I never met before and that one person who raise me and made me feel secure was still back in the country. I had to lived months without her and next thing you know I adapted and convince myself they are doing this because the wanted the best for me.
What happened? Well, that’s really not difficult to explain. America once was the most respected, and admired, nation in the world. But then, suddenly, things began to change quite radically and, over a period of several decades, America went from being the most respected nation in the world to the most feared. Going from the most respected to the most feared is quite a feat, so how did such a transformation evolve?
What Makes Me an American? Have you ever asked yourself “What makes me an American?”? To me, living on an Army base and hearing “taps” several times a day. And seeing the different types of army vehicles all around the base make me feel proud. I believe that being an Army child makes me feel the most “American. ”.
This is about a culture I was born into and raise by my parents.it is discipline culture made me who I am today being a Somalian American. It was easy at first, but my unique name ask people question like what are you so I just tell them I am Somali American. I was lucky I was born not there when the violence all that started to really happen. It’s getting better I visits there when I was young it was nice peaceful when I visited there.
Freedom. America 's gift to my generation. To be able to wake up every morning and do what I want, that is freedom. To step outside my front door and be able to chase my dreams and be what I want, that is freedom. To be whatever religion I desire, that is freedom.
My mother always told me “That I would never be alone, and that we were two turtles seeing the watery world together from the bottom of our shimmering little pond.” But ever since, she died and thats all gone now, and I don 't have any of that anymore, she died, and I don 't have her anymore, she died, and now I have no shoulder to cry on, n…no one to tell me it’ll all be ok, She died and now I’m all alone, completely undone, slowly sinking to the bottom of my own gloomy, desolate pond. Why is it that she is the one who passed away and yet, I’m the one in a death-like state engulfed by my own saddened, grief-stricken emotions. And yea I get that my aunties are trying to be there for me and are trying to comfort me because I 'm in mourning
I live in a blue-chip community in southern Connecticut where virtually everyone seems affluent and well off. Everyone drives fancy cars and has many pairs of sunglasses to fit their changing moods. Here, every two-parent family seems to be living their version of the American dream. However, when I drive to track meets in other parts of the state I see things that remind me that my town is far from the norm. If one looks closer, the dilapidated houses and the broken down cars on the side of the road are ever more prevalent.
When I first met Joseph, I thought he was an ass. Observing his interaction with others, he always seemed to make snarky comments or remarks that were uncommonly harsh. However, I started to recognize that this way of socializing was just something he grew up with; even though Joseph had some experience with American culture, he grew up in Australia and self-identifies as so. My focus for the interview was to touch base with the topics of culture and migration.