Personal Narrative : My American Experience

Since I came to America, I made great progress not only with foreign languages but also with my adaptive capabilities. From what I saw, read, and talked with my friends, I realized that I am improving more and more. In the past two years, I learned a lot more here. This experience not only broadens my view but also enriches my life. It changed my life for the good.

Growing up in Ghana, I had heard a lot of things about the U.S. This was a country I had always wanted to visit; my prayer was answered when I got the opportunity to travel there. Arriving in a new environment came with many experiences. Adjusting with food, language and the weather was not easy. With the passage of time, however I have been able to0 adjust and fit it. This write-up therefore is to elaborate on my experiences since coming to U.S.

Johnnie, Veronica, Frank et al. do me a solid with all your “knowledge” and “wokeness” step outside your educational privilege and support systems for a minute. I in no place in my post said anything about America being perfect so what you did was hijack a status about the solidarity I feel for the people in my life and in this country who very much will struggle with an intensified troubling life experience in the country to PROVE you have some kind of exceptional wokeness or understanding of America. MISS me with it. No America was not safe for everyone but we just did was extend the people who it was unsafe for. If that’s cool with you then carry on with your bullshit. I have NEVER EVER said it’s a safe place for everyone. I have NEVER

As I stepped off the plane, the frigid air sliced through my face, just as the cold, harsh reality hit me: I’m an American now.

One day I was sitting in English class doing my work. Then a flying whale flew into the wall and destroyed it. It flew over to me and swallowed me whole. It then just flew back to the ocean. While in the whale's stomach I saw some interesting things like a dead person, a needle with steroids in it, a few soccer balls, a rabbit, and a roll of duct tape. After I had been in the whale's stomach for about 3 hours, it started to shake violently. Then something was squeezing the life out of the whale. All of the sudden i was flying through the air along with everything else. I landed on some sort of island.

Walking, walking, and more walking. Today is the day that we begin traveling to Fiume to board a steamship to this place called America. My family doesn't have a lot of money so we can't afford a ride to the port. I only have one pair of shoes and they have many holes in them. We've walked for what seems like an eternity or at least to me. Today is very bittersweet. We're leaving the only place I've ever called home to live in a place we've never seen before. IM not ready to leave. I love Italy but I know it is no longer safe for me, my mom, and my dad. I'm only six years old but I'm old enough to know this could be all a lie. What if America isn't so amazing? What if we done make it? What if we get sent back? So many questions and not

That’s basically all I could understand as I left the immigration center. People all around me were talking in languages I had only studied in textbooks, which barely helped. That was the first time I could really look around and see where I was. The sound of car engines roared in my ears as I walked across the street; people squashed into a small bus while chattering in a garbled language that made no sense. Everywhere I looked I saw chaos, and I couldn’t have been happier.

My “American Dream” wasn’t exactly my American Dream so I’m gonna make up some stuff. The way I will achieve my American Dream is to kinda try in school, just enough to pass it at least, and I will help out my community by doing things around in my area which is almost nothing because I live in the middle of nowhere. In school I will need to finish my English work and complete all of my aows. In Algebra I will have to try really hard because math is super important in life but math is extremely hard and and is dumb but you have to have it.

Living in America has its ups and downs. The different culture and people is what makes America to me. Every day I learn something new while I go to school in America. Personally, as the days go back I carless about humanity and more about myself and how to improve myself. Money has become a major need for me recently and I don’t believe in love anymore. Sometime I just sit and think what kind of person I be like if I keep living in America. I’m happy I can here for school, I don’t think I would know this must about life. And as the days pass by I learn so much more about myself that it makes me question if I ever knew anything to begin with. Unfortunately, I still wonder what life would have been like if I did my college education in Nigeria.

Some people view the outside world as a dangerous place full of disparity and misery, others like to embrace that unknown and try to use it as a catalyst for inner growth. I like to see myself as the latter, the individual who lives for the rush of the unknown. I looked down to see what I could only describe as a dream come true. It was a ticket for a six month tour around Asia that would lead to the complete immersion of native culture and tradition- Vietnamese Pho, the mountain folk of Nepal, the Muay Thai martial arts of Thailand, Chinese Architecture and the beaches of Laos are some of the places that we got to experience first-hand. As a participant I was expected to live with 15 other individuals from around the world that I had never

Anyone who has the desire to live in the Unites States of America knows that it is the greatest nation among all nations. People either have little knowledge of other countries to believe this general notion or have truly seen and been informed of the opportunal prosperity that exists in the spirit of America. The American Dream is the idea that sets the minds of people determined to be part of a great nation because everyone has the equal opportunity to become successful and prosperous, if you work hard enough to achieve it. The American Dream is the reason why so many people come to the United States in search for better economic and liberty opportunities. What causes frustration and discouragement to enter this nation is the fact that the

On February 12th, 2015 I left America for the holy land. After we got on the plane I felt excited, I had not been to Israel in many years. I was thinking wow I’m about to have a great experience and make some great friends. After the long flight we arrived and the first thing I felt was the warm Israel breeze on my face. After waiting for one of the other kids to find their luggage which got lost we rode to Jerusalem. The views I saw outside the window were truly magnificent, from wild animals to construction workers to plants of crazy color. After finally getting to the Youth hostel we enjoyed dinner rice and potatoes. Then we walked to the kotel and took a late night tour of the Jewish, Armenian, and Muslim quarter. When I walked up to the wall I started

The day had finally come. I was told that I could finally live happily and free in the great country of America. Poland will always be my home, but it was time that I can live happily as I was told, I was able to immigrate with my brothers,mother, and my old and feeble grandmother. My father was already in America with my grandfather. It has been two years and four months since I had last saw him. I write him everyday and boy oh boy was I ready to let him hug me tighter than ever.

I had never seen such affection and care as I did from my family. After all the goodbyes we made our way into the airport. I held tight to my rolling suitcase as I walked to my future and I never forgot the love and support that stood there weeping. After waiting in the airport for over two hours. The plane finally arrived. I was sitting in my airplane seat slowly anticipating to see my mom that I haven’t seen in six years. I remember the first day that I had came to America. Getting out of the airplane exhausted not being able to walk because I had been sitting in the plane for 12 hours. I was in the Phoenix airport, looking around nervously in a peculiar place filled with peculiar people. But, the moment I saw my Mom and my other family,

What do they expect from us? As an international student in United States this is the question that prompts you, every time you try to do same as a citizen or an American. My stay in United States of America Houston Texas, hasn’t been of long experience but I may say actions are more like everyday news here and has totally summarized what will keep happening everyday as I live here. It been almost two years, originally from Equatorial Guinea central Africa. A country known for oil production and other riches. Unfortunately I wasn’t among the lucky ones who got scholarships not because they are smart, but because of people they knew in higher positions. Never mind, but I managed to make it here in the United States where I supposed and still hope things will get better. But since I got here, I have been asking is it me or them, that is thinking “I