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I just wrote this for a small essay assignment in English. He wanted us to write on our "American Experience" and if we wanted a less ambiguous topic, he told us "tough" but I thought this was entertaining and brief enough to share. Enjoy.
Essay #1: “Defining Your American Experience”
YEEEAAAAAHHHH, what an experience! I have experienced the US for nearly twenty seven years. Born and bread, completely cultivated, and transmission-received from the culture, baby.
I recall my Humanities teacher at Grand Junction High School, Dr. Darryl Becker; perhaps the only Professor in public education a student has ever known. He said it best (but I must paraphrase), “Americans will damn this country, curse this country, and say how they wish they lived somewhere else. I’ve been to hundreds of countries dozens of times and of any place I could live in the world I would want to live right here.” Yup, he said it, and that changed the way I felt about America. I was challenged to look deeper and realized that even though we have a crack-pot retard hick in office, even though gas prices suck, and my social security benefits are in jeopardy, nobody has it as good as we do, nobody! But ask me if I’m a patriot?
I am not a patriot because I believe that most of us are blinded by the definition of liberty and the government’s daily illustration of liberty. We do not realize how misleading and false the first lines of the Declaration of Independence are. We are not born free and we are not born equal. I hate to say it but its true. We are not naturally born with rights. Try telling that to a Mexican immigrant that wonders why she can’t get the same kudos we do even though she works twice as hard for a fraction of the pay within the breadbasket of the world. Try telling a tornado or Hurricane Katrina that you have a “right to life,” because she won’t listen to you and that’s evident in the tragedy of the Gulf Coast. Finally, in this country, women can terminate their parental responsibility in numerous ways but men are forced to bare the burden regardless of their preparedness or desire. I firmly believe that the Constitution needs to be reevaluated and our children need to be educated about the truth of their so-called freedom, they need to be educated for future generations even about the basic falsehood that Law prevents crime or protects citizens because Law does not, It only punishes. But these are my basic woes for my America. I don’t want you to think I’m a cynic so now that I have gotten that out of the way, I will tell you about my positive American Experience.
I can be what ever I want. No, I’ve really figured this out. I used to think that people are born into certain brackets of society, almost stratified from being able to get an education or career. Here is how I know. America has, first, convinced me that I can because Her motto is “Success and Skies-the-Limit.” The blood of our country is green from money. And you can make it if you are aggressive enough. I want to be a teacher. I want to educate children. I have a criminal record. Don’t worry, no sex crimes, no felonies, but still a very colorful record. I was apprehensive at the idea of education when I realized this. However; if public education wont except me because they think I’m at risk I could probably teach at a private school. And still, if I don’t get that cigar, I can always OUT SOURCE myself and, again, America invented that, didn’t she? And finally, the thing that will make all of this possible, aside from personal tenacity, is that America is paying for me to go to school. I can’t go wrong with that. There were even countless restaurant dinners that America paid for last semester. Thus, Ms. America, my amber wave, I solute you and if you don’t let me teach your children then ship me off to CANADA, BABY!
Essay #1: “Defining Your American Experience”
YEEEAAAAAHHHH, what an experience! I have experienced the US for nearly twenty seven years. Born and bread, completely cultivated, and transmission-received from the culture, baby.
I recall my Humanities teacher at Grand Junction High School, Dr. Darryl Becker; perhaps the only Professor in public education a student has ever known. He said it best (but I must paraphrase), “Americans will damn this country, curse this country, and say how they wish they lived somewhere else. I’ve been to hundreds of countries dozens of times and of any place I could live in the world I would want to live right here.” Yup, he said it, and that changed the way I felt about America. I was challenged to look deeper and realized that even though we have a crack-pot retard hick in office, even though gas prices suck, and my social security benefits are in jeopardy, nobody has it as good as we do, nobody! But ask me if I’m a patriot?
I am not a patriot because I believe that most of us are blinded by the definition of liberty and the government’s daily illustration of liberty. We do not realize how misleading and false the first lines of the Declaration of Independence are. We are not born free and we are not born equal. I hate to say it but its true. We are not naturally born with rights. Try telling that to a Mexican immigrant that wonders why she can’t get the same kudos we do even though she works twice as hard for a fraction of the pay within the breadbasket of the world. Try telling a tornado or Hurricane Katrina that you have a “right to life,” because she won’t listen to you and that’s evident in the tragedy of the Gulf Coast. Finally, in this country, women can terminate their parental responsibility in numerous ways but men are forced to bare the burden regardless of their preparedness or desire. I firmly believe that the Constitution needs to be reevaluated and our children need to be educated about the truth of their so-called freedom, they need to be educated for future generations even about the basic falsehood that Law prevents crime or protects citizens because Law does not, It only punishes. But these are my basic woes for my America. I don’t want you to think I’m a cynic so now that I have gotten that out of the way, I will tell you about my positive American Experience.
I can be what ever I want. No, I’ve really figured this out. I used to think that people are born into certain brackets of society, almost stratified from being able to get an education or career. Here is how I know. America has, first, convinced me that I can because Her motto is “Success and Skies-the-Limit.” The blood of our country is green from money. And you can make it if you are aggressive enough. I want to be a teacher. I want to educate children. I have a criminal record. Don’t worry, no sex crimes, no felonies, but still a very colorful record. I was apprehensive at the idea of education when I realized this. However; if public education wont except me because they think I’m at risk I could probably teach at a private school. And still, if I don’t get that cigar, I can always OUT SOURCE myself and, again, America invented that, didn’t she? And finally, the thing that will make all of this possible, aside from personal tenacity, is that America is paying for me to go to school. I can’t go wrong with that. There were even countless restaurant dinners that America paid for last semester. Thus, Ms. America, my amber wave, I solute you and if you don’t let me teach your children then ship me off to CANADA, BABY!
