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Personal Narrative: An Interview With Lisa Newman
On May 12, 2017 I interviewed Lisa Newman about what it means to be an American to her. Mrs. Newman grew up in a multi-cultural home learning many traditions from both of her parents, since both of her parents are immigrants to the U.S. I also discovered that she has a Bachelor’s degree in Human Biology, a Master’s degree in Biological Science, and a teaching credential in Biology. Graduated from Pitzer College and a married woman, her love in science flourish throughout her teaching career, she’s also an amazing baker. While interviewing her, she was exposed to a large variety of cultural foods as well, which she still loves today. By obtaining ethnic backgrounds, her diverse upbring aid her more on becoming more understanding and accepting of people from all different backgrounds and walks of life. She also attends Anaheim High School as an Anatomy teacher and loves to teach her class about how the body functions. …show more content…
She comes to realize that we clearly have many societal issues that need to improve, but the opportunities like education and career that our nation offers far exceed most other countries in the world. Mrs. Newman accept to be very proud to be an American, for her parents being able to flourish and excel when they moved to this country, and have instilled in her a strong belief that you can achieve anything you want to do in the US. Her vision for the future, she strongly believes that she wants to continue inspiring students at AHS to fulfill their dreams and become productive, compassionate people in our society. Considering how she thinks what it means to be an American, is to have a great education and never judge a person of who they are or where they came

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