Essay About The American Dream

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The American Dream is based on the idea that everyone in the United States has an equal opportunity to succeed through hard work and determination. During the Cambodian Civil War, my parents immigrated to America in the hopes of building a prosperous life for my family and to pursue “The American Dream.” As a first generation American I feel like there 's an abundance of pressure to succeed. Asian parents think in order to build a prosperous life and pursue the american dream one needs to succeed in school. School is all you have, and knowledge is the only thing you will carry on for the rest of your life. In which it’s understandable that asian parents think this because in their country, they never had an education like their kids. As a student …show more content…

I always remembered going the extra mile to receive a better grade on my writing papers. I still was a standard writer, but my confidence was the best. Ever heard of “fake it till you make it?” that was the elementary school me I faked it and eventually I made it. I would breeze through my papers like a piece of cake. I want to graduate as valedictorian, I wanted to go to college and become a doctor and provide my parents with everything they did for me but even more. Around this time I was exceeding my standards in my …show more content…

While watching the smoke come out my windows and firefighters surrounding me. This dramatic scenery, made me feel vulnerable as my house filled with every single photo I had a child and things that can never be replaced was being burned to ashes. As my whole life changed before my eyes, everything else was a blur. Everything was different, I was so vulnerable at this point. Eventually I started writing in a dairy because I didn’t have anyone I could talk to, It felt good as if someone was there without giving me a look of pity. Although my lack of writing skills weren 't all their. I still wrote like I was in elementary again. I never knew how much writing would make me feel so much better. Eventually I moved, I slept on a welding table with a carpet on it for cushion. Several months ago, my mom got approved to live in low-incoming housing. In all honestly, I felt so ashamed to tell people where I live. Why is it that I felt ashamed for living in public housing, but not ashamed of when I slept on a welding table? It’s as though I took ten steps backwards, rather than moving forward. Because of the drastic change with money, I wanted to help my parents buy a house, so that we can be a family again. Although I worked for a short amount of time, my mom told me to “go to school” so I can be better. I wanted to help my family grow, as well as myself so I quit working and went to school. I’ve never

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