Personal Narrative: The Perfect American Child

Several individuals from different ethnicities, races, and citizenships, compose a society. The United Sates allow us to have a close interaction with numerous individuals from diverse backgrounds. In my own case I have been able to interact with many incredible individuals from all over the world who come from extremely different backgrounds. I am a proud Mexican who cherishes respect towards diversity. Coming from a very suffered country I am able to understand not only what does it means to feel proud to be a Latino, but also I can feel acquainted with the pain and struggle that our community has to face every day.

Baseball is what many call “America’s Pastime”. It is the game that never fails to bring me from the highest highs to the lowest lows. The second that you think you are the best, the game will humble you. When you are at a loss for confidence, you will do something amazing that will turn your game around. Nothing beats the smell of the spring air, the dirty pants, the laughs with teammates and the glory of winning.

The new American hero (Just a quick look) Can you see the handsome young man sitting by my side, driving through the forest, behind the wheel of his decadent truck? Yes. I would trust him with my life (sip of vodka).

Prolouge As I took a deep breath in, smoke entered my lungs and I could barely hear my mother saying, “Go. Go to America, get a job and send us money and one day” she coughs and when she can function, she continues, “ one day, we will join you.” he grabbed my trembling hands in her own soft, warm ones as I asked her, “ What about the kids, it’s not safe here for them?” She motioned for me to bend lower to her and she whispered gently into my ear, “They will be fine, I will protect them.

The Coming of Age in America stories is very appealing to read. Some of the stories had brought back my memories when growing up. It’s commiserating with me on my unfortunate circumstances. The authors tell stories everyone will go through the stage as we grow. We encounter much small or large crisis and unexpected throughout our lives.

Growing up I always knew my mindset was far past my years. The way my mind worked was different and older than those kids around me, so it was no surprise for me to be on my own right from the get go after turning 18. For as long as I can remember I have always done everything by myself especially school related. My parents are Hispanic and speak little English, making me the first person in my family to attend college. My parents brought me to the United States from Mexico at the age of four and I have lived in Oklahoma ever since.

As a kid growing up in middle America, I was expected to conform to societies expectations. This refers to an evangelical Christian and conservative political sets of beliefs that I did not share as an agnostic liberal. I was also proud of my beliefs. At times, this led my papers and opinions to be ridiculed in school and even led me to be forced out of my job at a family owned pizza shop. Even with these negative consequences of living in my small town, I have grown to appreciate middle America even more as I grow personally as a person.

Growing up in the United States from a very young age made me stray away from my Indian heritage, so in 2008, my parents saw the need to send my siblings and me to India in order to replenish the Indian culture in us. Initially, I had no idea as to how long we were going to live in India for, but by the third year, all I wanted was to come back to New York. Everything in India was just so different, convoluted and fruitless; just because I was American, I was treated differently–both negatively and positively. Peo I didn’t like India because of how corrupt it was.

January 11, 2013, I wake up to yelling, prayers, and crying. I walked into the kitchen where all the noises were coming from and I found my mother on the floor crying, talking on the phone with my godmother. My father was there by her side, trying hard not to cry while supporting his wife. I didn’t know what was happening, this was the first time I’ve seen my mom so vulnerable and broken. My parents didn’t tell me anything other than my grandmother was in critical condition at the hospital, but with god's help she would overcome this hard time.

With each departure, my faith in life’s potential dimmed. My parents and other family members, meaning well, helped little in finding a path forward, urging me to work diligently through these painful times, referring to a Buddhist maxim of “not wasting time mourning.” Each funeral produced a toxic state of mind, as I was forced to conceal my emotions each time. As my grandmother lay in her casket, a repressed mountain of confusion and anger rushed out over me, stranding me in the wake of emotional destruction. As I searched for meaning, an outlet, or just a reason for the loss, my frustration grew rampant as every result pointed back to culture and family, two unreliable sources in my quest to understand my situation.

He’d take away my pain if he could. I don’t know how I knew that, but I did. For him, I shoved away my sorrow, and then my anger. I forced myself to relax, and as I did curiosity bubbled to the surface. “Tell me about your

Coming to Miami I can still remember that gloomy sky on October 21st 2001. It seemed like a normal day to me, yet that day would change my life forever. I remember my mother rushing around the house trying to gather my brother’s clothes while I just sat on the floor observing so much commotion around me. For an 8 year old, I was a very hipper child. I ran around the house, climbed trees, sat on the roof top which was 3 floors high.

Adaptation is when one becomes competent in ability to communicate. I came to the United States when I was 13 years old, and started high school right away. Not only the American culture was different for me, but also how education was provided here and how big the schools are. It did not take me long to adapt to the American culture and developed the ability to communicate effectively with my new friends. For example, I was confused with the lunch and dinner time.

I always knew deep down, that my mum was not going to make it; however, knowing this did not make it any easier. She died on December 4th 2008. I could not come to terms with her death. Not only was I left with many questions but I also felt like I should have spent more time with her.

Introduction My child study is on a Caucasian, eight-year-old boy named Brody. He is in the second grade because he has a June birthday and repeated Kindergarten. In addition, Brody has an Individualized Education Program (IEP) and used to be in a speech class in preschool and some of kindergarten. I completed my observations of Brody’s physical, cognitive, and socio-emotional development at his house.