The Reason the United States Government Has Failed its People It is now January 3rd, 1931, and I have been unemployed and homeless for over a year now living on the streets of Chicago. About ten years ago, I started working in a factory that created underarm deodorant. Around a year and a half ago, my wage was decreased. Eventually I was fired.
Kirijmoj Christmas. Snow falling, drinking hot chocolate by the fire place, spending time with family, smelling the lovely scent of pine trees, driving around neighborhoods to see the sparkling Christmas lights, picking out your own beautiful tall Christmas tree. This is my favorite time of the year…but Christmas in the Marshall Islands is nothing like this. Kirijmoj.
The documentary Fed Up, released in 2014, was directed by Stephanie Soechtig and executive produced and narrated by Katie Couric (Fed). The film “Fed Up will change the way you eat forever” (Geary). In my opinion, a superior documentary film must present facts that are credible and accurate, display a compelling view of the topic, and educate the viewers. I believe Fed Up effectively shows the negative impact processed foods and added sugars have on childhood obesity by presenting credible and accurate facts, displaying a compelling view of the topic, and educating the viewers. Fed Up exposes the truth about what is really in food and follows the day to day routines of four statistically obese adolescence between the ages of twelve and
I can remember it like it was yesterday. My parents left me when I was fifteen years old to go to America. I thought to myself for one year, they left me here to starve, live, and die alone in eastern Europe. When I was sixteen years old I got ready to move to America and start a new life.
Its 1914 and I just got the news that we were finally going to America! We have been waiting for several years trying to save up money and figure everything out. Going to America is almost every ones dream here in Europe. Just like Oscar Hammerston said, “ You gotta have a dream.
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.
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.
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!
“What was it like?” I asked, scrambling to keep up with my aunt. She paused, her tall thin frame standing in the doorway. Dishes lay scattered around us. Dinner had ended hours ago, and everybody was upstairs..
America is a blessing. Although I knew very little English and I had a difficult time fitting in, I experience many struggles because I knew that Patience is bitter, but its fruit is sweet. I was not someone who could learn something easily but my determination and hard work to make a better future for myself kept me going. My father was really sick, for his better health, we first moved here and the time I spent taking caring of him. Ever since I realized that I could help people and enjoy it immensely.
I am not American. Yes, I was born here, and yes, I was raised here, but I am not American. My first language was Spanish and I spent my days after school watching Spanish cartoons. Physically, I was in America, but my heart and mind were always in my Spanish heritage. I remember coming into school with my last-night’s-dinner-leftovers lunch every day.
As an American, I enjoy many freedoms that people from other countries don’t. That may not seem fair, and it really isn’t, but I am grateful that I have these freedoms. I have the freedom of life. I don’t have to worry every day that I am going to die. I don’t live in a place where I am under attack.
My vision for America is that we can have peace everywhere we go not having to worry about their futures being corrupted. Hopefully that someday America’s troops won’t have to be in foreign countries fighting for their lives and in possible danger. That nobody will worry about terrorist taking over and ruining futures. Children going to school not knowing that there could be another kid there with a gun or even a bomb. These events are happening today
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.
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.
