Several individuals from different ethnicities, races, and citizenships, compose a society. The United Sates allow us to have a close interaction with numerous individuals from diverse backgrounds. In my own case I have been able to interact with many incredible individuals from all over the world who come from extremely different backgrounds. I am a proud Mexican who cherishes respect towards diversity. Coming from a very suffered country I am able to understand not only what does it means to feel proud to be a Latino, but also I can feel acquainted with the pain and struggle that our community has to face every day.
So, when it was his sister’s turn to go to school, he wanted to go too.. Even if it was one year earlier than he was supposed to go. In school he was always the brightest and smartest child in the class, even if he was the youngest. He always knew the most complicated words because he wanted to be a preacher some day just like his father and grandfather so
According to Broderick, Blewitt, (2015) there is no correct way to grief, everyone one deals with the loss of a loved one in their own ways. For example, recently my family has lost a member of our family, our beloved dog, Toby, died. Everyone in the family is handing Toby’s death differently, my mom and aunt and are looking at pictures of him and crying while my grandmother and I are trying to remember the good times we had, by swapping stories and experiences with him. This week I am working with a close-knit Italian-American family, which consists of Isabelle (wife/mother), Paul (oldest son), Sophia, and twins Lenore and Joseph. Recently this family has suffered the loss of Victor, the family patriarch, and Isabel's husband for 53 years.
In my opinion being American means not only living here, but following the law and respecting your elders, but it also means doing the traditions and and my family that is going to one of my family member 's house for Easter this year we went to my cousin Melissa’s and that is an Easter I will never forget. I always dress up for Easter or at least the first part. This Easter it was my cousin Owens first Easter back from Hawaii and after I got there the first thing we went to do was go see how many sports balls we could, we could catch he won because he has a bigger wing span than me after we did that, we went and had an Easter egg hunt and even though I didn’t get a lot of eggs we had a good time and I know my cousins Neave and Amy and the
I was born on a balmy March day, in my native land of Mexico, a place today I only reminisce from pictures and whatever I happen to eavesdrop from mi familia. Mexico was always denoted as a place of broken dreams and corruption, experiences that Mamá wanted to assure Hermana and I never had to encounter. When I was only three, Mamá felt the need to give us a better future, one free of a drunken machismo father and the constant reminder of our poverty-stricken lives. She came to a conclusion that we would immigrate to el país de los sueños, the United States. Little did I know that one day, before my eyes, I would be on a one-way flight from the only place I had fraternized with.
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.
Growing up in an immigrant household in America, was difficult. I didn’t live, I learned to adapt. I learned to adapt to the fact that I did not look like any of my peers, so I changed. Adapted to the fact that my hair texture would never be like any of my peers, so I changed. Adapted to the fact that I was not as financially well off as my peers, so I changed.
January 11, 2013, I wake up to yelling, prayers, and crying. I walked into the kitchen where all the noises were coming from and I found my mother on the floor crying, talking on the phone with my godmother. My father was there by her side, trying hard not to cry while supporting his wife. I didn’t know what was happening, this was the first time I’ve seen my mom so vulnerable and broken. My parents didn’t tell me anything other than my grandmother was in critical condition at the hospital, but with god's help she would overcome this hard time.
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.
Throughout the years millions of people have search for a better life and education for their families, they came to this country full of hope and above all with a lot of dedication to reach the American Dream. My family is a clear example of this situation, I came when I was 5 years old but we came back to Mexico for the reason that my grandmother had cancer. Again we came to find ourselves in very difficult situations such the fact that we do not speak the language and we feel like strangers in another country. At this time is where we began to wondered if the American dream was something that can be reach by us or just an illusion?
When I was a year old, my mother and I left everything behind in Mexico to start a new life here in the United States. Of course, being young, I had no idea of the tremendous consequences that would be implicated upon my family and my future. She came here so we could have a chance to live the American Dream and escape the poverty and crime there was in Mexico. It was a hard decision my mother made at the time but it was the best for the both of us. When I look back on my childhood I wondered to myself how did I get through it, cause I guess you can say that I really never had a childhood like the other kids.
Many people don't believe in the "american dream" but I think it's there.now the American dream may be different for everyone people want different things but this is my opinion. Today I will be talking about the American dream for my grandparents, the American dream today and is it achievable. First I don't know about you, but my grandparents are old and the American dream for them is way different than it is now. Now I think there American dream would be something like having money to support a wife and two children.
The American Dream is known as succeeding in life by working hard and earning your own future, many people believe the American Dream has died and others see the American Dream transforming over time. Bob Marley says in his song, “Zion Train”, “Don’t gain the world and lose your soul, wisdom is better than silver or gold”. I believe that the American Dream has made our society very materialistic, finding shortcuts to the top, wanting more and more, and forgetting the important things in life. I still believe in the original American Dream of working hard, succeeding in life, but staying humble because that’s how I was raised.
I am a twenty three year old American citizen with a Latino racial background. I grew up in a Hispanic community all my life where my neighborhood lacked racial diversity. I attended church where the custom language spoken during service was in Spanish. Local Hispanic neighbors owned the stores we shopped at and the food courts we ate at. To say the least, I felt comfortable in my neighborhood.
Since I came to the USA, for the first year, I have stayed with American host family. Host family is important role for international students, especially for people who are the first time come to the USA. I have been in host family for two years when I was in high school. To explore my experience as living with host family, I chose to use auto-ethnography. Auto-ethnography is a form of self-reflection and writing that explores the researcher 's personal experience and connects this autobiographical story to wider cultural, political, and social meanings and understandings.
