My American Dream Research Paper

Never have I realized the reality of the world until my birth nation, the United States, helped me come upon all the colors outside the pink bubble I was living in. I was always under the fear of getting out of my comfort zone. I grew up in Mexico with my two parents, and two older brothers. Although, I was born in the United States I have always considered myself Mexican. I was living in the city of Tijuana, which is considered one of the most dangerous cities of the world due to its reputation of drug dealers. The borderline between the countries also represented the border between my dream and my pink bubble. I attended an all girl catholic school since I was three years old. Throughout the years, I was always surrounded by the same people …show more content…
I never imagined myself waking up to start my day at the time I used to be dreaming in my sleep. I woke up each morning at 3am to cross the border between the United States and Mexico. Before I used to wake up at 7:30am and my mom or dad would drive me to school. My uniform would be already ironed and clean, ready for me just to put it on with breakfast served on the table. Suddenly, things changed. I was awake by three in the morning meanwhile my parents were sleeping and seem like the whole city as well. I needed to get ready, to take a cab to the border that define my new path. After getting to the border it was only me, my coffee cup and my backpack where I carried all my essentials. I was standing in line for myriad time before getting to the actual borderline. Everytime when I went to the officers they asked me the same questions. I would give them the same responses every single day. “Where are you going?” “What were you doing in Mexico?” “Do you have any type of drugs?” “Do you bring anything illegal?” they asked. While I was just wondering when I was going to get back to bed. The same questions were asked to every single person who did not look American. Men going to work, women going to work, students going to school, everyone seeking for a better future portrait in the American …show more content…
I could not have a tired look because then I was framed to be involved with drug dealers. Officers would inspect my backpack, my coffee, my phone and laptop and even my notes just to make sure I did not have any illegal documents in my belongings or plots against the country. After going through all the questions, I was inspected by dogs. If someone touch them is a crime so people have to be really careful where they put their hands if not someone can go to jail. After finally crossing the borderline, I walked 5-10 min to get my first bus to Iris Avenue. Those minutes I consider to be the scariest of my day. Most women get raped, people get assaulted, and kidnapped in those minutes in that alley that would take you finally to the other side of the border. No police officer has control of that zone only the people who live near the zone. Economy makes people do undesirable things. Not always I will have someone to protect me and I have to know what is good and bad for me to make my own