Prometheus is a prominent character in Greek Myths that receives a transformation with the onset of Greek Mythological Tragedy. In a two-hundred-year period, Prometheus is transformed from a Titan that undermines the new ruling gods, that are meant to re-establish order in a disordered universe, by trickery and deceitfulness, into an honored rebel that fights against an unjust and tyrannical godhead (Harris and Platzner 78). This change that Prometheus goes through is due to the political changes that are happening in Athens around the fifth century B.C. With the introduction of the newly founded freedom of democracy combated with the invading forces of the Persians and Peloponnesians that want to usurp democracy, there is a need for a
Upon meeting me, not many people know that I am a first generation American. However, they are usually interested in the orgin of my last name. I am in fact Ukranian. Both my parents and my older sister were born in Ukraine. They immigrated to America in 1992 because of religious persecution that they were facing.
Something challenging I had to face at a very young age was losing my best friend, after losing her I was never really me and I felt like part of me was missing and it was. Carolina Alavazo was my best friend, we were inseparable and when we were together we only created memorable memories. Weeks before Carolina was deported I had noticed she was not the same, she had told me she was sad to see her parents fight and scared all the time but at that time both of us we didn’t know why.
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.
I was born in Charlotte on June, 11, 1996. My parents came to the U.S. in 1995, as my dad’s job had brought him to North Carolina. My brother was born a couple years later in Charlotte as well. For the first three years of my life, our family bounced around from North Carolina to Florida to Pennsylvania, before finally settling down in Poughkeepsie, a small town in the Hudson Valley region of New York. My dad worked for IBM as a computer engineer, and my mom stayed home to take care of my brother and me.
I’m a white race male. I believe being white I have lived a life in the majority view of this country. I had very little contact with people of color my childhood life. I also believe that I am white privileged so it makes it hard for me to understand all the struggles for minority Americans. I realize that my connection with the majority of America places me in a position of power, I should use to help others.
My urban family of six plus a Wheaten terrier puppy, Rosie, are each involved in activities while expected to excel academically. My older vegetarian sister, Grace, ran on the varsity cross country her freshman year before breaking her leg. My younger brother Michael, is a Seido karate black belt and following my interest in robotics. Christian, the youngest member excels at soccer and Minecraft. My role involves often mediating between them.
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.
Some of my favorite low cost/free/local things to do are to walk to the library on fridays after school and sit at my favorite desk on the second floor of the library. I usually spend my time browsing the nonfiction shelves in search for a great novel. Moreover, I enjoy spending my time watching telelevsion with my family. I am currently saving to pay for college. As a result of my father 's medical condition impeding him from working, my mother is forced to take on the burden of financially supporting our family.
When my older sister Jordan was going to her senior prom was one of the times my mom embarrassed me most. To start off the most cringe worthy experience, no one told me that the GRant family was sitting in my living room. Jordan was going to prom with the most beautiful human ever Zach Grant. When I found out he was her date I practically did a backflip. Anyways it was the day of prom and my sixth grade self was trying to look fabulous for Zach and his almost as cute younger brother Josh.
As a child, somewhere after princess dresses and before pimples, I developed my own plan of action towards the society named lifestyle known as, "The American dream. " It relatively went something like this: Finish high school, Go to college, Get a good job, Get married, Have babies, Send your kids to college, Retire, Join a country club, Buy a winery, Have grandkids, and Die. I look back on this plan now and realize that this is not a plan that could possibly be deemed as a dream, and that it was intolerably ignorant of me to believe that such would bring me joy. Although, There are some people, I'm assured, that this plan would work exceptionally for, perhaps they would even be happy, but for most, the cookie cutter version of "The American dream" is null more than a nightmare.
My family heritage has played a large role in the person I have decided to become. Culturally in my family the wife is suppose to follow the husband and the wife does all house tasks. I was in disagreement with this idea. I personally believe that the title in the house was divided equally for wife and husband. This all affected me academically.
When you are young you do things that you are not are not proud of. Growing up my parents always try to show me the right way to do things. While growing I have noticed that my parents made me who I am. My family shaped me into the young man I am today. The things I have learned to such as morals and values are from my family.
It all started on a summer day, I went to nags head beach with my family. We got a big beach house with my whole family and a few friends. This was about 4 years but it feels like it was just the other day. We went at the very end of the summer. It was still nice and warm outside.
