On August 12, 2009 my family and I boarded a plane that would supposedly help us realize the American dream, as we travelled to the United States. Don’t get me wrong, me, my dad, and my two siblings weren’t completely unaware of life in the US. In fact, when I was 4, we had spent a year living here. However, I had little memory of that time, so little that I did not even remember the limited amount of words I had learned while in kindergarten. It was, however, my mother’s first time out of the Dominican Republic. My second visit to the United States was different not only in that my mother was now with me but in that this time, it was permanent.
Once my family had settled in the US, I quickly became aware of how different I was from those who surrounded me. My ideals and values, blah blah blah. I learned how different my culture is from those white kids at Johnston. The education system was so different that I got put back a grade. Now you can imagine, 10-year old me, an average student who had once skipped a grade and had never failed a test in my life. I was livid. How …show more content…
The previous years weren't the best of my life, but they helped me learn about different heritages and my own. I find it funny though, that there are so many differences in nationalities, when our genetics are all mixed. I recently did an AncestryDNA test to discover all my ethnicities and I found out that I'm 13% from Benin/Togo, countries that i had never even heard of. I also found out, to my delight that the 17% of me is from Italy/Greece. I was very excited to know this because ever since I read all the Percy Jackson books I've loved to learn about Greece and Greek