My Shattered Dream

Living in the United States of America had been what I had wished for since my first grade. I had fancied of living the best life ever. USA had what I believed I was chasing and it was here in the world of untapped opportunities that my dreams would be achieved. I had been driven to believe that this was the land of a great breakthrough. The celebrities that I saw in the television movies, music videos and personality shows made me believe that moving to America would make my dream of becoming an all-time achiever fulfilled. My trance was to accumulate wealth, own sleek cars and live in a modern bungalow with servants a beautiful wife with kids.

The company that my father worked for appeared to be on my side. It was a multinational organization with branches worldwide. It got my dad a transfer and moved him to an American branch during my second grade when I was barely ten. We moved to a state known as Dallas and it was here that all I had fantasied on would come to a fulfillment.

My dream that I was chasing that I later referred to as the American dream was to start here. I completed my 8th grade and joined high school with no much change in my life though I had great hopes that my college life would be the turning point.

I loved studying and becoming a scholar was a part of my dream. As an immigrant to the USA that I had now known to be my home, my American dream started to break when my father got his retrenchment. It was traumatizing and shocking and having had saved little with much invested in educating the three of us myself being the first born, I saw challenges line up in front of me. Life changed drastically with my family moving to a slum into a cottage that my father could barely afford with his shoddy jobs that had little income. I successfully completed my 12th grade and I was ready to join college under an education insurance cover that had not yet expired. It was here in college where all my wishes were to come true. I went for the enrollment of my college education and that was when it dawned on me that I was undocumented and my name was nowhere in the government system. It was heartbreaking and frustrating with a lot of regrets in minds. I broke the sad news to my parents and as their hope I made them believe in me. I looked for jobs in restaurants and pubs and worked tirelessly during the day and night. Life as an immigrant youth became more challenging with threats of deportation, little payments, poor working conditions and poor housing, (Flores 1). I saved for some months and finally maneuvered to hire an immigration lawyer who led us to securing passports and went back to our native country where I was forced to live a simple life of a commoner.

Conclusion

The essay is a literary essay of a broken dream in the chase of material possessions in the United States of America. What I did not think as a teenager was that the American dream does not always go the way I wanted and that is why I ended up disillusioned with no achievement but frustrations.

Work cited

BIBLIOGRAPHY l 1033 Flores, Timmons. M. A DREAM Deported: What Undocumented American Youth Need their Schools to Understand. Journal of educational controversy. Web 26th October 2013 http://www.wce.wwu.edu/Resources/CEP/eJournal/v007n001/a003.shtml .

BIBL. O. RAPHY l 1033 Flores.T.M. (2012) A DREAM Deported: What Undocumented American Youth Need their Schools to Understand. Journal of Education Controversy. [Online] http://www.wce.wwu.edu/Resources/CEP/eJournal/v007n001/a003.shtml retrieved on 26th November 2013.