February 13, 2011, the day that I came and knew I was going to America. I spent the previous day worrying and stressing over what was to be a significant change in my life. The night before, I had thoughts mostly of the USA and no sleep. What will it be like? What will people think of me? How will I learn to speak a new language? Such questions rolled in my head the entire night. Morning came along with excitement as well as curiosity and inquisitiveness. I bored my father with questions such as "Dad will the USA be like Haiti?" and "Will I make friends?". My father yelled at me in order for me to get on with showering and dressing myself to get ready for ride to the airport. By 8:30 the whole family prepared themselves and within minutes we made our way to the car. The whole family of seven at the time boarded the car and we headed for the airport and the American Embassy in Port-au-Prince. Although lasting five hours, the car ride seemed as if it lasted forever. I sweated for long stretches of time and so did everyone because the tropical climate. We arrived at the airport at 4 pm. My parents handled the different immigration customs and processes with multiple of the embassy employees checking our …show more content…
As I looked outside the window, a beautiful, soft-spoken flight attendant asked my Dad if we wanted anything to eat. Although my father had only a nominal idea of English, he managed to speak to the flight attendant. She came back with peanuts, and fruit cups. Coming from Haiti, rice was and is our staple food. Therefore, besides a mere taste of the peanuts and the fruit cup, no one ate because American foods were unfamiliar to us. As for me, I payed no attention to my stomach after that. My four brothers slept through most of the flight. My mother and father did not sleep because my brothers rested on their
I remember the first time I came to America; I was 10 years old. Everything was exciting! From getting into an airplane, to viewing magnificent, huge buildings from a bird’s eye view in the plane. It was truly memorable. After staying few days at my mother’s house, my father and I wanted to see what Dallas looks like. But because my mother was working the whole day, it wasn’t convenient for her to show us the area except only on Sundays. Finally, we went out to the nearby mall with my mother. My father and I were astonished after looking at a variety of stores. But after looking at different stores, we were finally tired and hungry, so we went into McDonald’s. Not being familiar with fast food restaurants, we were curious to try American
In “Hunger”, Andrew Lam centralizes food as the theme of this interestingly short story. He portrays the poor life of Mister Binh Nguyen and his daughter who are afflicted by the catastrophe of living in poverty as their rice field in Bac Lieu, Mekong Delta has been co-opted by the new government. Enthralled by the successful life of his cousin, Eddie in The States, Mr. Nguyen and his family decide to flee by travelling across the globe from Vietnam to America in their pursuit of their everlasting happiness in a new world. Food, in this story is the paradox of the American Dream; the American Dream is the national ethos of the United States or a set of ideas which freedom includes the prosperity and success of an individual by their own hard
Every person has an American Dream they want to pursue, achieve and live. Many people write down goals for themselves in order to get to their dream. Those never ending goals can range from academic to personal. As of today, I am living my dream. My American Dream is to become a nurse, travel to many places, have a family, and get more involved with God.
In Hunger, a story in Birds of Paradise Lost, Andrew Lam depicts a picture that numerous Vietnamese refugees were forced to escape from Vietnam to the United States due to the horrible living conditions during the World War period. In the story, Mr. Nguyen is a Vietnamese refugee who got away from Vietnam to the United States, and went through a shipwreck, a tragedy of cannibalism, and experience of living in the United States. His attitude towards his American life changes due to his tragic experience. In Hunger, Lam uses food to imply Mr. Nguyen’s attitude towards his American dream, show readers how Mr. Nguyen, a refugee who yearns for delicious food and more comfortable life, changes his attitudes towards
It was a very cold morning on November 7th, 2000; my family and I walked into the big busy building not knowing what to expect, it was my first time ever being in an airport. It was also the first time for all of us to fly on an airplane. I was a curious six year old and the youngest of all my siblings. I would ask a lot of questions to my mom like “When will I go to school? What language do they speak in America? Will we have a big house in America?” We were all very nervous but, excited not knowing what to expect when we arrive in America. My parents took a big chance
Food has been used as a tool by many cultures as movements to help with their culture become recognized, to identify their way of being, and to show their class and status. By exploring different author’s articles, and movie clips this will be visible. Food has created many cultures to explore these outlets and in return has had a positive impact on their culture.
As I boarded the plane to move to the United States, the beginning of September 2005, I couldn’t help but think about all that I left behind; My family, my friends, my school, my clothes, and all of the awesome cultural food. Then again, I looked forward to this new life, a new beginning. I imagined it being like life in the movies, where everything seemed easy and life was just beautiful. After all, I was going to the States; the place where most people only dreamt of. I felt very blessed to have this opportunity because I knew that it wasn’t given to everyone. Coming to America marked my coming of age because I left behind my old life, I started life afresh, and I became a much grateful person.
We got off from plane and headed towards the exit. My cousins and my family case worker were already their waiting for us. I was so shocked and the same time I was so happy to meet with my cousins after 6 years. This days too when I went to airport reminds me of that day. We collect bags and headed towards my cousin’s house, I was so hungry and I asked my cousin “what kind of food you made” she knew that we love Nepali cosine so she had made Nepali cosine. We ate food after that I went upstairs to rest. I was so excited and little bit scared to be here and start my new life in USA because I knew that USA life is different than Nepalese life style, however that day was my best day ever in my life. I felt like my dream came true. I had a lot of things going through my mind. Like what am I going to do, what is best for me things like
It was time for us to leave and board the plane to America. I was very excited to get to America, I was also anxious to see my Dad who I haven’t seen in months. The flight was long, I can remember in the air was my first time feeling turbulence, whoa let me tell you it was a scary one it felt like the plane was about to crash. I was anxious for the plane to land. When we arrived we exited out the plane and head out to the train inside the airport in order to go to U.S. customs and border protection, to get our documents sorted out, so that we could enter the country.
Food is traditionally considered as a simple means of subsistence but has developed to become filled with cultural, psychological, religious, and emotional significance. Consequently, food is currently used as a means of defining shared identities and symbolizes religious and group customs. In the early 17th and 18th centuries, this mere means of subsistence was considered as a class maker but developed to become a symbol of national identity in the 19th centuries. In the United States, food has been influenced by various cultures such as Native American, Latin America, and Asian cultures. Consequently, Americans have constantly Americanized the foods of different cultures to become American foods. The process on how Americans have Americanized different cultures’ foods and reasons for the Americanization is an important topic of discussion.
“Food is the material object we have the most intimate contact with on a daily basis.” Stated in research paper called Survivor Woman: colonial edition, this statement magnifies that role that food plays in people’s lives. Most people are almost constantly preoccupied physically and mentally with food. Not only that it is vital part of human life where without it, it would be impossible to continue on with one’s life. Also a great deal of time we spend with food tells us that people are inseparably connected to each our food that we eat. (Gabaccia, 7) We spend time with food preparing meals everyday, thinking about what to eat for lunch or dinner, and we also taking time eat. Beyond simply necessary human obligation, eating has important implications on how we think of ourselves, mainly how we relate to a specific culture of which we are a part. Food study and cultural identity is bound to be connected.
My Beginnings Seven years ago, I put my feet on American soil for the first time, looking for the longed American Dream. I left my country behind ready to embark on a new journey. A journey to a country, which has given me and will continue to give me everything I was unable to achieve in my natal country. This, my second home, has given me the greatest gift of all: freedom. Thus, it has made it possible for me to have a fair chance to reach my goals and chase my dreams.
It was 21st of September 2017, I have been waiting for this day my whole life. the day to go to the united states of America. I have heard so many rumors about how great this country is, rumors that made me imagine it is like a magical place, with its high technology and sky skyrocketing buildings. After hours of flight, I was in the land of my dreams. Some relatives picked me up from the O'Hare airport and took me to the apartment I was going to stay.
It was about two years ago when I arrived in United States of America, and I still remember the day when I left my native country, Honduras. As I recall, one day previous to my departure, I visited my relatives who live in San Pedro Sula. They were all very happy for me to see me except my grandmother Isabel. She looked sad; even though she tried to smile at all times when I was talking to her, I knew that deep inside of her, her heart was broken because of my departure the next morning. I remember that I even told her, “Grandma, do not worry about me, I’ll be fine. I promise that I will write you letters and send you pictures as much as possible.” Here reply was, “I know sweetie I know you will.” Suddenly after she said that I started to cry. For som...
My heart was pounding as I boarded my flight leaving the Bangkok International Airport. A flight attendant in a grey dress with a red bow draped over her shoulder announced; “Welcome aboard flight AA350 to the United States.” My journey began that day.