My American story started when... I moved to this country almost twenty years ago looking for the realization of American Dream. As an immigrant, I faced discrimination against my education, my background, my accent, my heritage. I have been told that immigrants like me are not expected to be academic scholars but bathroom cleaners. I learned how to conquer my place and always equally honoring academic scholars and bathroom cleaners. I have been asked to change to an American friendlier name after earning my American citizenship. I did not change my name. I was questioned once what my mother was thinking when she chose my first name. I was questioned about the language that I speak, and my olive skin. I realized that the American Dream isn’t perfect but it is worth pursuing.