The American Dream Narrative Essay

When I was little I always had the American Dream. At the age of eleven my life was about to change for forever. Our visa to come to United States was accepted. I was thrilled to go live with my father who had been living out here since 2000; yet heartbroken for leaving family behind. After arriving to the states I was going through a culture shock. Not being a fluent English speaker, no friends, no family other than parents. It felt like I do not fit in this society. But then I got myself together and stayed determined to learn English, make new friends and basically start a new life. And there was the young, beautiful, long dark haired Indian girl graduating from Cahuilla elemantry, Raymond cree Middle school and then Palm springs high and
currently enrolled at college as a Business major concentration in HR. The difficulty my father had to enconter either finding a stable job or a place to stay out here in Palm Springs. Obsticles my parents went through made appreciate what what admirable parents I have. My father moving to the states a country absolutely unfamiliar to him just so one day he could invite us to come live out here, so I could get a higher quality eduaction, life or simly just have more open doors which he did not have as a child in India. My parents compromise to leave everything back home and satrting from scratch made me establish appreciation and devotion for my them.
Shifting to an amosphere that was entirly diverse from the one I arrived from.
I percived that this would be my topmost obsticle I would have to defeat. As a fresh 5th grader in a community where there were limited south asians, it vibed as if I do not belong in this classroom. Not be able to speak or communicate like a normal American kid, I was considered lower by other classmates and was not well accepted. I started remaining silent in class and tried not to glimpse publicly; yet, the others interacted to each other while observing me and begun to giggle. I can still hear those hateful comments and laugh. I could still recollect the moments when the teacher questioned, "Who doesn't have a partner?" and I would be the only one to lift my hand. I was frequenly botherered on how I was being treated. It felt that “there would be no light at the end of the tunnel.”
Yet, I kept walking nonstop through the tunnel, aware of that light will certainally be noticible. As I got involved in school clubs in middle school and started to interact with others, my communication skills confidence gradually started to recover. As an outcome of this growth, I begun to relish the capability to chat with my classmates. Soon, I made more friends and noticed that I actually enjoyed going to
school.
I could slowly see the light at the end of the tunnel, but it took great effort and patience. Life was a struggle all along the transformation eaither it was to adapt a new dialect, tradition and thinking. There were moments in which I did not want to go to experince emabarassment, times i did not want to attend school, and times I desired to fly back to India. Nevertheless, as time ellasped, There was not a superior location I could have relocated to.
I have freedom to determine how my destiny will turn out to be and to use it with accountibility. My roallercoaster adventure taught me a precious mesage that “there would be no light at the end of the tunnel that theres only you, you are the light.” this leson will direct me in future whenever I discover upon fresh tunnel in the fate. Last but not the least living in the United states is a dream come true. Yes, I am blessed.