Personal Narrative: My Personal Experiences Of Vietnamese Americans

This freedom to explore made her become an independent individual because she wasn’t afraid to take risks. Being an independent person allowed her to have the traditional form of a leader. A family member that had such a large impact on her was her brother. Her brother and herself were in school around the same time. She was humbled because her parents never gave her praise to protect her brother.

Karen got getting her yellow sweetheart rose represents her father not claiming her as his daughter like before. Her father was not comfortable with her being Lesbian and he did not know how to react. When parents night came along her father opened up about his feelings towards her being a lesbian and

I was born in Iraq, then moved out when I was about six years old. My country was getting worse and worse over the years so, we decided to move to Syria than to California. Coming to California was really difficult for me. I was bullied a lot, many people told me to ¨go back to your country.¨ I was bullied for the way I looked and dressed because I was born in Iraq until now no one expects me for the way I am.

Prior to reading this novel I had never considered why the homeless were homeless. I always just stereotyped them and assumed that they were alcoholics or drug addicts and that it was their own fault that they were on the streets. The idea that there would be any other reasoning for their homelessness never crossed my mind. “I think that maybe sometimes people get the lives they want,” (Walls 256).

Instead of rebelling against her mother she was very submissive. In Qi Wang’s article, she indicates “Observation of Chinese immigrant families has suggested that many parents…actively preserve traditional Chinese values and practices” (pg.186). Any immigrant parents would want their children to learn and value their culture before they learn the American culture. Just like any other immigrant parents, Sourdi’s mother also wanted her to follow her native culture first and live her life in her mother’s way without

“He’s trying to change his views, I think. Your dad doesn’t want anyone to think of him as ignorant so he’s trying to adjust his thoughts on LGBT rights and transgender rights.” “So I can tell him?” I asked excitedly. “It’s safe to come out?”

I have no qualms telling others that I was left on the side of a dirt road as a newborn baby. For many in the United States, the image is appalling. However, for most adopted Chinese-Americans it’s a harsh reality. Growing up I had the disadvantage of balancing between two cultures: the one I was born into, and the one I grew up in.

Being social was something I used to struggle with. I felt awkward and thought I would never be comfortable around people. However, a trip to Vietnam with my father when I was 12 struck a change in me. Everywhere we went, people of all ages would stop me, just to talk. At first I was shy, but everyone was so friendly I found it easier and easier to spend some time and simply talk to people.

I come from somalia but my whole family doesn't come from Somalia. My dad was born and raised in Somalia But My mother was not, My mother was born in Yemen. MY mother did not like her childhood but my dad did but soon as my dad got older he came to live in the U.S and he really did not have a choice his dad forced him.

I was so different from my other classmates, that I wanted to adopt new culture to become “normal”. I had not appreciated what my family has gone through and how their culture was apart of my history. Lastly, when his sister said, “What’s this crap about getting dressed up”(4), demonstrates the difference his family had between the fantasy families seen on television. It shows how they were not appreciative and grateful of what they were given. Growing up, I didn’t get why I had a small

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.

All the students at my school were born in America and they were not like me. They did not have an accent, and they did not look like me. I was afraid growing up that no one will accept me and that I will get made fun of because of my background. I would not invite my friends over to my house because I feared that they would make fun of me if they heard my parents speaking Arabic. When I would be out in public with my parents, I would try to force

However, I personally think it is wrong to convert to Christianity just to run away from what you are and I believe most Hmong family do so just for that reason. The culture is so rich and beautiful that it hurts to see a Hmong child not being able to speak Hmong. You identify yourself as Hmong; you are Hmong-American, but you can’t speak the language. I am ashamed that the parents of the child didn’t teach their children the language.

It was situations like this that made Vietnam veterans feel unappreciated. The veterans from World War II were welcomed with open arms while the Vietnam veterans were denied social security. Black veterans who came back home were not treated with the respect and dignity that they deserved. First lieutenant Archie Biggers was treated differently by the black community because he was an officer. Apparently, black people were not supposed to become

I am a Filipino-American and have lived in america for most of my life. My parents had actually lived in the Philippines for their whole lives, but we eventually moved to America for “Job Opportunities” and for me to have better future. I lived in the Philippines up until I was about 3 to 4 years old, unaware as to why we were in a different place, but I did not think much of it due to my young age, just the fact that me and my mom were seeing my dad again. As I grew up I soon came to realize that this “new place” was officially our “home”. Due to the young age I was when I first arrived in America, I never really thought of my “Asian” identity or how others would react to it.