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Sophie Ankeles, California
During a visit to my extended family in Japan, a cousin asked me if Americans really wear shoes indoors. Since my family is strict about taking our shoes off before entering our house, I assumed every house in America did the same. I announced with all the authority a seven-year-old could that, no, Americans do not wear shoes indoors and it was ridiculous to think so. Later, my mother revealed the shocking truth: some Americans actually do wear shoes indoors. This rocked my entire worldview. Was I American? What did it mean to be American if so many Americans disagreed on this fundamental custom? Since then, I’ve come to realize that in making this mistake, I’d stumbled upon the answer: America is a place where anyone, shoes on or shoes off, can make themselves feel at home.

I’ve also come to learn that America has deeper divides than footwear customs; some run so deep that many Americans may never see eye to eye. But just as it’s both true and false that Americans wear shoes indoors, we don’t need everyone to have the same opinions or even understand everyone else’s point of view to be part of the same community. This beautiful embrace of our sometimes contradictory culture is the core of what it means to be American.

Enzo Balbuena, California
To me, being an American means having the chance to chase my goals, but also recognizing that not everyone gets that same opportunity. As a swimmer on a national-level team, I’ve learned how much hard work and determination matter. But I also know that some people face challenges that make it harder to reach their dreams. Being an American means using my voice, standing up for what’s right, and supporting others. It’s about embracing the diversity around me and understanding that we all have different experiences. Just like in swimming, progress takes effort—and I believe being American means working together to build a fairer and more inclusive community.

Matthew Curran, New York
To me, being an American means being anything and everything. The metaphor of a “melting pot” reiterated throughout history instantly comes to mind because there is just one rule for being an American: there are no rules. As a descendant of Irish immigrants, I would not exist if there were truly requirements for being an American, and although there were times when some tried to create their own requirements, the spirit of America prevailed. Despite the efforts of those who would enforce the famous “No Irish Need Apply” attitudes (primarily in the mid-19th century), a Catholic cathedral named after the patron Saint of Ireland now spans an entire New York City block. My ancestors and the ancestors of many others refused to allow others to make their own rules, which is what makes being an American special.

Kristina Danilenko, North Carolina
I had the honor this year of attending my mother’s naturalization ceremony, a milestone not only for her, but for countless other families in the room. During the Oath, I saw expressions of joy, tearfulness, and reflection on the faces of these future Americans. Despite obstacles they may have faced, they persevered in their dreams of living out liberties sadly not afforded to many. As a Ukrainian American, I won’t shy away from sharing my disillusionment with current American politics. But I choose to believe in the fundamental ideals which have both guided millions to the United States and encouraged millions more to address injustice when these ideals have faltered. To be American is to act in hope for the pursuit of what can be, in recognition of our many imperfections.

Vivian Luo, Pennsylvania
For most of my childhood, being “American” felt like the easiest thing in the world. It meant school lunches, celebrating Christmas, and waiting for the ever-evasive toothfairy. I didn’t think much about what it meant for my parents, who had left everything behind in China for the “American Dream”—language, family, stability—for the mere possibility of a better life for their children. The Dream has always been advertised as the inevitable outcome of hard work. In truth, it’s become far more complicated. There’s uncertainty, with the growing presence of ICE, of deportations, of neighbors being labeled as outsiders. Sometimes, the Dream feels more like an unfulfilled promise. To me, being American means realizing how lucky I am to be here, and always working to build better lives.

Mooreoluwape “Lupe” Oloyede, Texas
To me, being American, especially as the child of Nigerian immigrant parents, means living at the junction of two cultures and creating something new from that mixture. It’s celebrating the Fourth of July with grilled suya and gold sparklers, or switching between Yoruba and English during dinner conversations. It’s recognizing my parents’ sacrifices while shaping an identity that reflects both where they came from and who I’m becoming. It’s the ability to carry the values of hard work and community passed down from generations of Nigerians, while embracing the diversity, opportunity, and freedom that define the American experience. Being American is the freedom to define my own identity, not as one or the other, but as both.

Haohong Ren, Hawaii
I come to this question as a Chinese immigrant who was only naturalized in 2020 after four whole years of waiting for my certificate. Coming to America has so far been the most drastic change I’ve ever experienced. Without a doubt, this experience is not only educational but it also opens a new door to an entirely new world full of opportunities, and most importantly, full of different people with different skin colors, cultural backgrounds, and values. To me, being an American means accepting others and welcoming them with open arms, trying to understand them and learning from each other. America was basically built by immigrants, so we have to value everyone’s ideas and the contribution they make. We can also understand and acknowledge where we came from and be proud of our roots. Being an American means valuing diversity and upholding the rights to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness for everyone.

Erin Tsutsui, California
When I think of America, I associate it with arms. This homonymous word captures the essence of America, as it means both physical open arms for one another, the tangible ideal of holding each other’s hands and always being united—as well as the evident usage of arms to harm one another, the 2nd amendment and the recurrence of violent outrage from it. I believe America is amazing in the way that people from all different backgrounds can come together with open arms to work towards a harmonious society. However, there are still many things to mend and reconstruct from the past and present without the use of weapons. Our call to arms should be to redeem ourselves with collaboration of peoples of all stripes, not to overwhelm one group or another with force. Being American, we need to embrace the duality of our nation and move to the better angels of our nature. Let us climb the hill together, each with our own uniqueness and individuality, but in collaboration with each other through the goal of positive change.