Since an early age, I have always wanted to be involved with health sciences, and I have work as hard as I can to accomplish this dream. I was born into a Hispanic family, and raised in way that puts values ahead of money or economic status. I did not enjoy the luxuries that many of my friends had, but I was taught very strong principles. My father always taught me to work hard no matter what, weather it was for a job, school or a hobby. He always told me that I will encounter many rocks in my path, but that it would be up to me to stay behind that rock and let the rock defeat me, or I could just find a way to continue on my path until the next rock.…
Many people in society have considered their lives as being Cruel or unbearable. Some even go to the point of either migrating or immigrating to a new state or country, whether for the betterment of their family or themselves. While a minority legally moves with legal documents, the majority illegally moves without legal documents. However, in terms of illegal immigration how does one immigrate from one country to another, based on the narrator of My Life As An Undocumented Immigrant, Published by José Antonio Vargas, he stated that he illegally immigrated to the United States, as a boy, by getting a fraud Passport, SSN, Birth Certificate, etc. (Vargas).…
My undocumented immigrant narrative I would like to tell you the story of when my grandma became a US citizen. My grandma went from chihuahua to the United States for the first time when she was 13. Her reason to go was because her mother died at age 37 and my great grandpa was not taking responsibility. She and her friend decided to go to the United States.…
I am honored to receive an award named after an individual who was himself an activist. Before I get into my involvement and the reason why I received this award, I want to share my story. I was born in a small town located in central Mexico. My family was struggling financially and in 2003 they decided to immigrate to the United States. I was 3 years old when I crossed the border with my mother and we were lucky to make it.…
I am an Immigrant, And I am a Refugee My family choose to move But my family was forced to move Moving was hard for both of us…
What comes to mind when you hear the word “Immigrant”? Do you think of people who are living in the shadows? People who are working for less than minimum wage on the fields in scorching heat just to provide for their families? Maybe you think of people who are “stealing” jobs, who don’t belong in the United States. Whatever your opinion may be, one undeniable fact is that immigrants are here in the United States.…
As my high school career comes to an end I realize a new door is opening for me. As a little kid, I always wanted to go to college and now here I am so close. Furthering myself educationally speaking would give me the opportunity to have a great job and help my parents out. There’s nothing more that I want but for them to see me do good and to be proud of me. My parents never finished middle school and never attended college.…
In 2007, I was hired by Irving Police department and completed the academy as the valedictorian. I’m currently assigned to patrol and still enjoy it as if it was the first day. The work is challenging and for the most part each call is like a new adventure. The work that intrigues me the most and I truly enjoy is narcotics interdiction.…
I could feel my ears get warm. My face burned, I cupped my hands to try and relax my body, since it was so rigid from the words that froze me to my chair. Had my teacher really just told me I wasn't going to be able to go to college because I was an Immigrant? “ I don’t mean it in the wrong way Daisy, but to get into college that’s a really big step to do. I just don’t think you're gonna be able to afford it”, she said with seriousness.…
Buchanan, 1 Camilia Buchanan Mrs.Stevens Immigrant Experience 17, February , 2017 Across the sea Gliding across the sea I enjoyed my little spot away from the crowds of the lower levels. I basked in the red ball of heat, the sun, while the wind carried my hair creating small messy waves. The smell of the sea made me feel at ease as I leaned across the railing closing my eyes ever so slightly. Coming from Poland I had never travelled across water until we had gotten a letter from a cousin whom I had not met, reciently she had left Germany, her home, in travel to America. America, the land of oppourtnity they called it.…
Growing up in a family with immigrant parents was not easy. Watching my parents freeze up every time a police officer pulled up next to them was anything but pleasurable. It was an anxiety felt by the whole family not just my parents. My parents, brother, and I endured many of these times throughout the years I’ve been growing up. Even though these were unfortunate moments, we all learned positive things from them.…
Son: I am my parent’s only child. I am their son and I was named after my father. I chose this as the first noun that describes me because I love my parents and I am everything I am today because of them. Student: I am currently a student at Perimeter college and am trying hard to get my associates degree.…
Narrative Essay It was at the beginning of my senior year when my counselor started urging my senior class to start thinking about what universities we wanted to apply to. At the time, I did not know which universities I wanted to apply to or what were the differences between a Cal State, a UC, and a Private University. I did not even know about financial aid. I just knew that I wanted to be the first in my family to attend a University and get a degree.…
The Journey Of An Immigrant We all have a common goal in life to better ourselves and progress not to stay stuck in the same place for the rest of your life to have a future. In Mexico is hard to progress when you come from a small house with 6 siblings and a poor upbringing with an alcoholic and abusive mom while dad does everything to feed 8 kids - this why I took to journey to America. He was the youngest out the six his older brother in America doing great his house and a car with money that is all he taught during his childhood. So right After high school with the money he had been saving he bought a coyote august 10 he had to say goodbye to the little ranch that shaped who he has and to his family and friends leaving everything behind…
Feeling like an outsider in a place you consider home, is one of the struggles that to this day I still live with. June 8, 1996 was the beginning of the hectic journey of my life, I was only a year and three months when my mother made the decision to pack up and move to the United States, where my father had been living with my two older sibling. A small two bedroom house located in Galveston Texas is what my family would call home for the next couple of years. As the youngest child out of my four siblings, people always thought of my life to be perfect and spoiled; which in true honesty was nothing like that.…