What is An American?

What is an American?

 

             America is where everyone can be equal than any of the countries in my opinion. It is a place where it’s multi-cultural and can be in any type of religion. However, America is also obsessed with militaries. America is a best place for religious freedom and right to be homo sexual. America has great opportunities for jobs. Since America is very multi cultural, there are many types of racist. For example, a stereotypical type of Asians is that all Asians are smart who always get straight A’s in school. For African Americans is something about fried chicken and get chased by the cops. Even though we all can be stereotypical and we all came from different countries, it’s funny how all of us in America become friends or in love with someone who came from different race.

             Every single American citizen is an immigrant, even Native Americans who came across the Bering Strait thousands of years ago. United States is a unique country, because we welcomed all immigrants. America is the third largest countries in the world, so there is almost no way that people would have fewer opportunities in this country. Americans helped out almost every other nation in the world in their time of need. For example, when North Korea almost took over the South Korea, we helped South Korea to push North Korea back. We also helped the Asia to stop the Japanese invasion by bombing them. Thanks to America, Korea China and any other countries from Asia still exist.

             An American is English or French, Italian, Irish, German, Spanish, Polish, Russian, Greek, African, Indian, Chinese, Japanese, Korean, Australian, Iranian, Asian, Arab, Pakistani, or Afghan. American is Christian, Jewish or Buddhist or Muslim. In fact, there are more Muslims in America than Afghanistan. We are also free to believe in no religion. Some people try to kill an American like Hitler, General Tojo, Stalin, and Mao Tse-Tung. But in doing so they would just be killing themselves, because Americans are not a particular people from a particular place. They are the embodiment of the human spirit of freedom.

Found Poem

Found Poem

They treat us like animals.

They always have to be the superior.

We always had to work for the others.

It falls in luxurious ways of living(244).

A nation does not rise that way

It only falls further

They never shoot above the sky for warning. 

Instead, they shoot the Negroes first.

In alabama, 4 innocent children died by the bomb.

They were unarmed, just running around playing outside with kids.

How can you advocate breaking some laws and obeying others?

The king said there are just and there are unjust laws.

I would agree with saint Augustine that

"An unjust law is no law at all."

Using bathrooms seperately

Always sitting on the back of the bus

These laws are unjust laws.

If government actually makes laws that would make sense

We would listen and will follow it

And I swear there will not be in civil disobedience.

Autobiography Essay

Steam of Conscious

               I was born in South Korea, Bu-san, somewhere in the hospital like other common abies were born. My parents named Youngjin, which I think it means glory and famous. I used to play around with my friends and always energetic like other normal little kids should do, getting trouble to my parents for playing around for long time, upsetting my parents for hurting myself by being careless running around or playing soccer. I was always happy, energetic, and innocent like the other common kids. When I was nine years old, my parents decided to go to United STates o America and decided to live here for while, I thought I was dreaming and felt like it's not real because I had to leave all of my friends and will never see them again and also thinking about having a new life is just sound unreal for nine year old kid. The first time I went to school called Van Ness Elementary School, there was a lot of foreigners like I expected but I was still surprised, because I was seeing different people in my own eyes. Also, there were some kids who came from same country as I am, so I was not lonely at all in the first day of school in America. I always hanged out with them during the break, and I never got a chance to be friends with foreigners because I couldn't speak English well. After graduation of elementary school, most of my friends were all separated to middle schools and that's when I started to be more social with a lot of foreigners. Now, I usually have friends who's from many types of different countries. Because of my middle school had Korean people rarely like me, I am not really fit into hanging out with friends who's my own kind in Fairfax High School. I am now sixteen years old, I am calm, likes to have fun only some time, and very open minded to other people. I am in marching band, i am a leader of the percussion, and they created me.

The Story of An Hour

        "The Story of An Hour" by Kate Chopin, Louise Mallard, who has a trouble with her heart that will lead to her death in the end of the story. Her sister, Josephine must be careful tell her about Louise's  husband's death and Brently's(husband) friend, Richard read the newspaper that is about train accident on the road and saw Brently in the list of those who wer "killed". However at the end of the story, Brently came back to the house like there wasn't even a train accident or he didn't knew about the news. Louise was dead by a heart attack after Brently's unexpected arrival. All the actions in the story revolves around her preservation.
         In the beginning of the story, Josephione carefully tells Louise about Brently's death from the train accident. However "she did not hear the story as many women have heard the same, with a parallyzed inability to accept its significance". This means that she was not crying because of her husband's death, but tears of joy of his death. Louise kept repeating the word "free!" to herself as "her pulses beat fast and the coursing blood warmed and relaxed every inch of her body." While her heart was beating fast, Josephine called her by knocking on the door to come down stains. Her heart was still beating fast, thinking about of joy of new life, and as soon as she came down to the stairs, "Someone was opening the front door with a latchkey. It was Brently Mallard who entered, a little ravel-stained, composedly carrying his grip- sack and umbrella. "The moment Louise saw Brently coming in to his home, she died by heart attack "of joy that kills".
         Throughout the story, Kate Chopin shows people's greed can lead to horrible result that can actually cause death. If Louise Mallard really love her husband, she can immediately die after hearing the news about train accident that "The Story of An Hour" would not count as the "The Story of An Hour"