Good Essay On Days And Nights In America

The lights say nothing of their purpose. The city splits the view as a narrow band in darkness fractured by the lines of light from its houses, from its streets, life contrasting with black emptiness but conveying no meaning. From far away the details evaporate. Personal existences, millions of them, in all their action, all their dreams, signal their presence anonymously. The clouds above, barely perceptible, present as much to the camera in their transient passing as these millions of people reduced to mere light present as signifiers, place marks, splats on a map, splats that barely rise above the horizon. Nightlife in frenetic activity along a central main street merely blurs the speckles of individuals into one, a societal blur, the individual lost to the group in his covert activity, his hidden life. The red car on the nearby hillside alone reveals itself as a separate entity in its form, in its colour as it, too, rushes down to the city to lose its definition and become one with the light.
It has been some three amazing years in America, and San Francisco is a beautiful city. Normally, when a young adult moves to a foreign, he or she faces a culture shock and my first days in San Francisco were filled with worries and anxieties about the events that lied ahead. I thought about my high school classmates and the friends I had in China, and how I was going to miss them for the next three years. One evening I had a very emotional moment when I remembered my parents and the amount of efforts and energy they had exerted in their lives to make sure that my life runs smoothly.
My dad is a very humble, typical Chinese man who works hard for his family. He is quietly spoken, kind and considerate, and he always makes sure that everyone is alright, at any expense. In the picture above, he is having a good moment with mum, and the blue water and skies match perfectly with his shirt. His face looks weary, as a result of his recent medical history, where he was diagnosed with a hypochondriac. That has made him drop his active roles in the business and concentrate on his recovery, and depression has caught up with him. He becomes paranoid and starts expressing the worries about life and the things he could do if he gets a second chance. Mum does not know that I speak with dad, because dad does so secretly, most probably from his bed. My bet is that mum would be very disappointed if she discovered that I have been in touch with Dad, but I think that she will understand, in the end, because Dad was just playing the role of a caring father by ensuring that I am fine and aware of the situation at home.
Mum has managed a smile in the picture above, maybe trying to lighten the air between her and Dad, knowing the kind of future that Dad faces with his sickness. Mum is a very diligent woman, and intelligent too. I always performed well in class, and my biology teacher in high school thought that I had borrowed my brains from my mum. That is not to say Dad is dumb, but that Dad is the methodical type, he loves to use formulas and proven approaches to solving problems. That has been his biggest asset as a business person in China, where discipline and repetitive trials make the difference between successful and other not so successful people. Running a business is very hard, and most of the businesses die out in the first three years of operation, and Dad has done very well to run his business for so many years.
It is good that my parents are coming to the USA, and that is their first trip. I hope, just like Mum hopes, that the trip will ease the pressure and anxiety that Dad is going through. The distance between USA and China is many miles, and we hope that it will make Dad forget about his business, even if it is just for a day. Dad is holding Mum’s handbag in the photo, and I think it is just a start of the life he wants to live for his family. Why is Dad holding the body of the bought so firmly while Mum is relaxed? I surely do not know, but my guess would be that he is very keen on things that matter now. The boat ride is more important than many things in his life, going by the revelations he has given me.
In the above picture, I am feeling bitter-sweet, because all my friends have graduated and except me. My eyes are squinting while I barely managed a smile, because of the thoughts that were passing through my mind. I am the tallest one and the youngest. Incidentally, I have the best grades, a GPA of 3.9, but most ironically, I am the only one with a very indefinite future. To my right (the leftmost lady in the picture) is my friend who studied Digital Media, and she is back to Shanghai. The petite lady on my left is a student of wine, and she represents six brands (as a proxy) on top of having her company. The man with the broad face and straight eyes is the cunning member if our friend's circle, works in LA and he runs his company, too. Thinking about my friends and the times we spent together, I get the feeling that we are all alone in the universe and friends are strangers who accompany us in a snapping moment. I do not know why my friend at the rightmost side of the photo was not smiling because everyone else looks happy. The weather was misty in the day we took this photo, and that is why the words in the sign post behind us are not very clear. The background is also very cloudy, meaning that it was a somewhat a dull day.
It is not uncommon to meet young people with very big cars in the US. In the above photo, I am staring at some cars in my friend’s birthday party. The white car is very beautiful BMW i8 while the black one is a Ferrari 458. The yellow bag in the front of the BMW is a Fendi gift to my friend who was having the birthday party. I would love to become rich, but I will try my best to make sure that the idea of money does not take a toll on me. As I said, I do not know what I will do after my time in America, but I am sure of the fact that I will do my best to help people in problems by creating entrepreneurial solutions.
The photo background seems vacated, and there is only one car in the parking. I was used to having many people in every place in China, but the people in America like staying indoors, sometimes. The building is not as high as most residential buildings in China, and it has a very beautiful colour. The night is dark, and the stars could not be seen because of the clouds covering the sky. The beams of light coming from the buildings in the far end give the parking bay a very awesome look, completing the beauty of the photo. The birthday girl is holding two presents in her hands, a bottle of wine and a bunch of flowers on either hand. She is feeling very appreciated by the friends who turned up for the celebrations.
The photo below was taken during my friend’s graduation. We went out to San Francisco with friends, where we enjoyed the nightlife and paid our farewell greetings to each other. It is still hard to accept that I will never see most of the people in the photos below because they will travel back to their communities. However, I still remember the saying that it is only mountains that do not meet, and I am open to the possibilities of meeting these friends in future. The grass in the background is usually green and well mown, but during the graduation day, many visitors stepped on it, making it wither. Some of those people can be seen at the far end with the flowers giving them shelter.
My friend was very happy to graduate, and he received many presents from us. I was in a light mood that is why I decided to wear shorts and sports shoes. At the background, there are other people on the open lawn, some taking pictures and other celebrating. The flowers and the green grass gave us a break from the regular classrooms and concrete walls, and it was great watching my friend attain a degree in the US. However, I felt happy and sad at the same time, because I might never see him again. What will he do after school? I also asked myself how his journey will be from that day, and it reminded me of my similar circumstances.