Trauma was originally a Greek word that solely meant a physical injury or wound, however that term evolved into a concept that referred to the emotional and psychic impact that hurtful experiences can have on a person (Kim, David). This term has a close association with the Holocaust because those who were victims of the Holocaust experienced trauma, such as authors Elie Wiesel and Primo Levi. Both Jewish men experience similar traumatic events during their time in the concentration camp, but their outcomes from them are somewhat different. According to Sigmund Freud’s Remembering, Repeating and Working-Through, a patient works through the trauma by repetition; both authors repeatedly wrote about their experiences in the Holocaust which resulted in memoirs such
As American lights illuminate the stunning skyline of opportunity, we, as Americans, don't always bask in the glory of this powerful glow. Within the nonfiction novel Enrique's Journey by Sonia Nazario, a teenage boy, Enrique, sums up the courage of a thousand men to travel through treacherous trials to find his mother in America. Showing more bravery than I ever will muster in my entire lifetime, Enrique has made a deep impression upon me about perseverance; however, with his determination to reach his mother, I was surprised with how many times he was forced to begin his perilous journey again. In modern day American society, we witness hardship and a struggle to start again on the movie screens, but we are comforted by the distance that is
Today was my first day in Tenochtitlan. While I was at the market buying food for myself, an old woman came up to me and asked me if I was a tourist. I said yes. She told me that she would take me to her house, and tell me all about the Aztec culture and the city, when I went to her house I saw a pregnant woman sitting on the couch. She looked up at me, then quickly looked down and ran out of the room.
This autobiographical essay will define my experience as a Dominican immigrant living in New York City. Being an American citizen with a Dominican background are extremely relevant to the process of political socialization. My family background is founded on the principles of democratic values, which taught to me by my mother and father. In New York City, I found a “melting pot” of different immigrants that allowed me to feel more accepted as a Dominican living in the United States. More so, these aspects of the socialization process provided a foundation for my belief in democratic values throughout my life.
I smiled gently as my feet sunk into the warm sands of the Punta Cana coast. During a short snorkeling expedition on the magnificent coral reefs, I was abruptly awoken by a loud series of bangs. Who was outside the door this time of night? As the banging got louder, my anger quickly morphed into terror. My mind began racing with the infinite possibilities awaiting me outside the safety of my bedroom.
That week was where a lot of things about myself began to make sense. I understood why I was a spirited introvert, why I valued family so much, and why I was so in touch with my heritage. I was raised hearing mixtures of English and Spanish all around my house, seeing Dominican flags adorning bedroom walls and miniature American ones stuffed inside cabinets. Admittedly, I spent most of my childhood trying to balance two cultures that were both out of my grasp. My life has always been in the city, but there was a whole other world on a little island in the Caribbean, one that I made sure to bring back home with
Long ago I thought there was no light at the end of the tunnel; long ago I thought there was no hope. Surviving isn't living and doing it so scared of the repercussions is just horrible. I was born and raised in Cuba, I saw the despair of many families. I saw death, disease and the dissolution of families, friendships.
In this letter tells of how I crossed the border between Mexico and the United States. I left my house in Guatemala at 4:30 in the morning bound for Mexico on 28 January 2002. Arrived to a central bus station in Mexico about 7:00 in the morning, where there was a man who would help me cross the border. I remember very well we took a bus as about 7:30 in the morning, while in the bus the man gave me a passport with a tourist visa for me to use to cross the border. The passport was from Guatemala, if I remember right, I do not remember under whose name was made the passport.
We watched the other teams play and there were some good games. We all go back to the hotel and swim in the pool to celebrate our big win. The coaches ordered pizza and we all just had fun. Then the next day we had to check out of our hotel, after we ate breakfast. So after the long 3 days of baseball we had to head back home
My grandfather asked me “Which one?” I respond “Let’s get this one”. Little did I know that guinea pig was my dinner. Guinea pigs or cuy are not pets but food in Ecuador. When I arrived at the airport it looked like any typical airport, but it felt as if I was in a different world.
In The Great Gatsby, by Scott Fitzgerald, the book’s setting takes place during the post-World War I era when the Roaring Twenties take place. The main character, Nick, experiences the peak of America’s bustling and growing society, particularly in the heart of New York City. Beginning his journey by adjusting to such changes, where he imagines what he could do with others. He felt that his image of the city represented the reality he longed to be a part of. By contrasting the expectations and reality of New York City life, Fitzgerald exposes the city’s promise of excitement in order to warn aspiring dreamers from falling into the trap of the unattainable American dream.
Last summer I went on vacation to Puerto Rico with my cousins. We did really fun things like snorkeling, a boat ride, and eating at many wonderful places. Although all those sound really fun, I want to talk about the time I met the most cutest, most fluffiest, most friendliest, animal ever. It all started off on a breezy summer night while my cousins and family were chillin’ at our hotel pool.
People always told me that money can’t buy happiness, but I never truly experienced what that meant until I met the people of Honduras. The country and the people had an impact on me and on how I see the world. In my interactions with the people and culture of Honduras, among some very challenging living conditions, I was inspired by their love of family, welcoming attitude, and joy of life. For me, Honduras was like a mirror for me to look in and see my own life compared to the Hondurans’. If I brought back one thing with me, it was the desire to be like them in how I face life, love family and friends, and be filled with joy.
In my life ive had lots of memorable events , but the most unforgettable one was my graduation trip to Cancun Mexico. when I first found out I was going to this trip I thought it would be so easy as in just get up and go, but no this trip took tons of planing, the most important part of this trip was getting my passport that took about five weeks to arrive, once I received my passport then I was able to start booking my flight, that's when the excitement started,then I booked my hotel. I took care of all the important things then I started looking into placing and things I would be visiting such as beaches,water parks, entertainment shows,shopping centers,restaurants,etc The day arrived off we go to Cancun my boyfriend,friends and I, We got to the airport early that morning went thought security then we grabbed are tickets found are gate number then took a sit while we wait for the plane
I had so much fun at the aquarium. I saw dolphins, sharks, and we even got to pet the sting rays. Next, we went to a nearby Turkish restaurant for lunch. We ordered 5 gyros, they were topped with a delicious white sauce and were so flavorful. Afterward we went to a park and played on the swings, went down the slide and climbed the monkey bars.
