Personal Narrative: My American Dream Tapestry

Narrative: I moved to Kansas City, Kansas seven years ago. It all started when I was in 6th grade with these girls. I was a different race then them. They thought it would be cool to mess and try to get rid of the white girl. One day, they decided to try everything they possibly can to get me kicked out.

The two identities that I have decided to evaluate are my race (white) and my gender (female). These two identities make up a huge portion of who I am. For that reason, I feel that it is important for me to delve into these identities to better understand myself. In regards to my race I have never felt very impacted.

When I was younger I never felt out of place. I was at ease with the amount of love which spread across the faces of many black people (friends, family, coworkers etc.) my mother kept me around. As I was growing up all I'd seen were people who looked like me. Whether it was at school or just walking around our neighborhood.

In the past decade race relations have taken a tremendous part in the daily lives of United State’s citizens,but it has always been endorsed in our history. For example, in the nation’s mere beginning when the Mayflower pilgrims and the Native Americans became formed one of the most important alliance in the United State’s history. However, not all race relations can be positive, Recently prospective Republican candidate for the presidency Donald Trump has taken a firm stance against the Mexican community by accusing the Mexicans of “bringing drugs and crime”. It is recognizable that the United States has had many racial affairs, and still continues to do so due to the simple fact that the country of the United States has the most extensive

. Race has always been a big controversial topic around the world. We always hear on the news of situations involving race, and lets face it, if it’s on the news it’s probably something more negative than positive. But, being a young adult causes me to be exposed to many more things on my own without the news or outside influences distorting my own point of view. I can say that I’ve formed my own beliefs solely on what I’ve experienced.

America 's Gift to My Generation My neighbor served as a mechanic in the army branch during the Vietnam War. He was drafted in at age twenty, leaving his girlfriend who was soon to be his wife, until he was drafted in 1968. He went all over the world to places like Vietnam, Australia, Mexico, Japan, and a few other places too. Thankfully, he was never severely injured in any way except, the time when his can opener dangling from his chain around his neck poked him.

As a child, I had many dreams, but in a country with lots of poverty, dreams die. My world exploded when I realized I had an opportunity to achieve the American dream and be the first in my family to do it. My goal this semester is to maintain at least a 3.5 GPA and actually take life lessons from every class I attend. I know I will be faced with many challenges, but I plan to overcome any obstacle with will and determination. This first week made me feel emotional about my future, how far I’ve come, and how much closer I am to the big house on the beach.

In 2006 I moved to California with my parents, to pursue the American Dream that was dreamed by every foreigner It was seen as a great way to escape the danger and poverty we faced everyday in Peru. When we finally got here, the american dream was a myth, and working hard barely got you anywhere. Since day 1 both my parents have worked more than 40 hours a week to get food on the table, and the table back in Peru. They both support their parents and siblings financially, meaning there is no aid for me here. I wake up to do everything by myself, cook, clean, go to school, and especially homework.

I have already told you the story of when my grandmother passed away, but I haven’t told you about her decision to live in this country. My mother at the time was very young, only one and a half, when my grandmother decided come to journey across the border into America. My grandfather had a working visa, and used it to go to America for months at a time, leaving his family of eleven behind. His jobs mostly consisted of picking cotton, and picking many different fruits and vegetables. Although it was very hard work for my grandfather, it was a lot more money than working anywhere in mexico.

My identity has always felt inextricably linked to what Miami is. A city that is teeming with immigrants, a city with dreams stacked and slopped atop each other, and a city that is living proof of the failed American dream. I say so because of my early observation that generation after generation of immigrants often seemed to stay trapped in dead end jobs; I saw this within my own family – within my grandmother, my aunts and uncles, and even my cousins. Here it was even within my own family tree the deep implicit message that there was no way out of our socioeconomic level. When I made it into an Ivy League college, it was a message that was slowly re-enforced by the fact that my demographic was the most represented in the custodial staff rather than within my own classmates.