Personal Narrative: My Perspective Of The American Dream

I am currently your typical junior high school girl. My priorities consist of getting good grades, pleasing my forever dissatisfied parents, having some semblance of a social life, and trying to get the boy sitting across the room to notice me. Now I am tasked with finding a perspective of the American dream, which isn't exactly on my list. So what is my perspective of the American dream? I guess I could say the typical things such as “through hard work and determination I can live a happy and free life. Hooray for America.” I could also say that the American dream is dead it doesn't exist and life sucks, but would I really mean it or would I just be blindly following the rest of society. Am I okay with blending in with my other fellow Americans
I learned that from my father, who started from the bottom and worked his way up. He is probably a pretty good representation of the American dream actually, but not enough to convince me to have an opinion. I was also basically spoon-fed that information from various schools, all spouting out the same crap about setting goals and believing in yourself. I think that is where the division started. I have always and will continue to put my father on a pedestal, because for me he represents everything that I would want to become and, in my eyes, embodies the American dream. However, on the other hand I have the school teaching me the same exact thing and I resent it. I refuse to believe what they say. Why? I still don't know. I guess that now brings us to today. Yet another move has brought me here. My father is still climbing the economic ladder and school is still speaking what sounds like nonsense. I still think of my father very highly and I still can't believe what the school tells me. It is now that I realize, I don't hate school but they way they are teaching us. Instead of letting us form our own opinions, they are filling our minds with what