Personal Narrative: Arlington And The National Archives

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I’m sitting in a math classroom, solving equations for X, when a booming voice comes through the overhead speaker that administrators use to communicate with teachers. “Mrs. Hall, please send Maggie Thigpen to the office.” said the voice, which I recognized to be our counselor’s. I am horrified, naturally, because I’ve never called to the office. As I walk down the winding hallways of dull white and blue, I ponder the reason for my office visit, until it dawns on me: this is for the Washington Youth Tour. I took the test for this trip months before, thinking that the lack of news meant that I did not win it, however upon my arrival to the counselor’s office I am proven wrong. I was chosen by my local EMC to go to D.C. to represent …show more content…

The rolling hills of Arlington were scenic, that is, if you could ignore the hundreds of thousands of gravestones. Here, I saw loss, great loss, in the name of this country in the form of rows of the dead. I shed tears as I watched the finely choreographed march of those participating in the changing of the guard ceremony. I saw the eternal flame. I felt a sense of national pride that carried over to the dark, climate controlled rooms of the National Archives. There, after an hour wait to get into the building, I had to fight through throngs of people all trying to see a piece of paper with faded writing that was the reason for America. I fought, again, to gaze upon the Constitution that so many in this day and age have forgotten the words of. Standing back a moment, looking at the bodies shoving past one another, I suddenly felt angry. All of these people wanted to see these documents so badly, but did they know that they condoned slavery and sexism and every opposite of equality in the book, prior to amendments that fixed some of these issues? Do they not realize that this nation may have been founded on freedom from Britain, but not freedom for all? Perhaps it is not fit to recognize these weaknesses as a citizen of the country upholding them, so I do not recognize them, I simply walk into a much less crowded …show more content…

The overwhelming feeling of the whole week spent in D.C. was reminiscent of the Fourth of July: patriotic with unwavering pride in my country. This is something that I find uniquely American, demonstrated by the fact that hundred of kids from across the U.S. were taken on an all expense paid trip to the country’s capital, because I find it hard to believe citizens of other countries are as vain as that. In history classes throughout high school, details are dropped, truths are lost, and the student is left with a sugarcoated ideal of America. We do not acknowledge our faults, our mistakes, or our disturbing realities as a country. We believe America is the greatest country in the world, without acknowledging that the Chinese have higher test scores or that there is no legislation that provides for equal pay for both sexes. The American identity is believing that your country is flawless, American culture is an ignorance that even I will admit to. I felt pride in my country during that week in mid-June and I felt it’s opposite, but how could I trust that either of those feelings are true when I still do not know the whole truth of this

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