It was in the late 1980’s that the first of my family immigrated to America. Like most immigrants, they came to this country in search of a better life than the one they left behind. I admire my parents for having the courage to come to this country and start over from zero. For most of their lives, my parents worked in the fields picking fruit. It is a physically demanding job that pays very little.…
Body crouched, holding on to a miniature blanket are the memories that cannot be eased from my head. Low temperature is a constant reminder of my harsh times as a homeless child with not a thing to loose, only an empty stomach behind. Thinking that crossing over would be the most difficult challenge of the “American Dream”. My parents did not come prepared for the far more challenges to come.…
The country that I am from has a lot of good places to go such museums and bunch of historical places. I am originally from Russia Moscow and I have lived there for 15 years . My nationality is Armenian and so my whole family. Before coming to USA I have studied little bit of English in Russia and that was really hard for me to do.…
Many people say they have been through it all without acknowledging that others have it tougher than them. Life for me now may not be as it seems, I have been through a lot of tough moments in my life, but the toughest time occurred when I was only 10 years old. I used to live in Dominican Republic with my mom and sister. I lived there for about 10 years and just when I was about to turn 11, my mom decide to move to the United States. When we came to this country I did not even know how to speak english.…
So you want to know why I moved to the united states of america? And you also want to know how the journey was and how i'm doing in the united state? That's a long story but i'll tell you everything. When I live in mexico there was little to eat hardly any places to get a job and I wanted to come here to have a better chance at life.…
After my long and tiresome journey to my long awaited paradise of America, I anticipated following the gold rush and providing for my family back in China. I hoped to find a better life in America. I ending up at the distant land of Angel Island or so I have been told of various other immigrants. As I arrived I was excited to advance from this point and adventure into the land called America, but I was told that I would not be allowed to enter. Due to the Chinese exclusion laws I am told that I cannot enter America.…
Growing up, I have met a lot of people, had a lot of experiences and memories. Some were enjoyable, fun, and some were stressful, but my favorite memory was coming to America. Moving from Africa to America made me a better person and taught me to understand people better. It gave me opportunities to change my lifestyle, be around others that are different from me, and expand my education. One memory that tops all memories was coming to the United States.…
I was 8, finishing 2nd grade, when I moved to America and left my homeland. I didn’t realize how much this would change my life. All I thought at the time is that I am going on a plane. Planes are cool when you’re a young child. Planes can fly.…
“W-Where am I? Oh, I just slept on my bed sideways.” I groggily got out of bed and ate breakfast. The day went by normally. When I got home from school, my whole family was gathered in the living room.…
I was an immature and annoying kid before I came to the U.S. I remember I would be exceedingly disrespectful to my grandma. I used to think she was very annoying and I didn’t like how she treated my mom, so I always rejected things that she wanted me to do. I really like video games, even now I still like it a lot.…
Moving to America was the biggest turning point in my lifetime. Everything was new and I had to adjust through it. There was a change in the educational system, language, friends, culture and environment basically America was a whole new world for me. I was fifteen when I got to know that my parent has applied for US immigration and within a time span of one year we had to move to America. Moving here was a big achievement for me as a student.…
She was a three year old, left in a cheap day care, and she didn’t know a word of English. She felt unhappy because she was separated from her only connection and had to be with mean strangers. She had no idea what to do and the first English word she learned at daycare was “No!”. Growing up, my mom had to move around the country a lot because…
She showered us hugs and kisses and by the end of the day I had lost track of how many times she said she loved us, it was like a dream I didn’t want to wake up from. But like every human being my mom was not perfect. As a student in kindergarten the word immigration was yet to be added into my vocabulary. Slowly I began to put the pieces together.…
When I was six my family had decided to move to the United States in search for a better life. My parents wanted a better life for me and my brother unlike the one they had while growing up. Settling life into the United States was not going to be easy but my parents always encourage us to work hard and take pride in our work. Their motivation to succeed has always inspired me to be a better person and work hard as they have even with the limitations in their lives.…
When I was smaller I’ve always questioned what the American dream is all about. I was told that the American dream is an opportunity to have a better a life and an enhanced education. To my surprise, I wasn’t aware that I will encounter that dream. The process of my aunt trying to get my mom and her family to the United States. Migrating to America was one of the most important event in my life.…