My Family immigrated to the United States when I was just two years old. Growing up in an unknown place surrounded by a foreign language was difficult to say the least, if not for me then for my hardworking parents. This may have not been the most convenient of circumstances being raised in total isolation with no family, but it transformed me into the woman I am today. From this I have been able to appreciate my surroundings more, knowing the things people take for granted in the United States are privileges in other countries. Drivers complain about potholes in the roads, where i think of them as lucky to even have roads.…
I was able to contribute money to my family and be able to attend college to have a better job than my parents. I made one of my parent’s dreams come true where they wanted me to go to college to become a successful woman. My family learned to love each other more and become closer because there was that idea that my parents could get deported. Our family became closer and would enjoy each other’s moments and company. My family had many difficulties over the years, but we learned to cope with the stressor event.…
Unlike many teenagers I didn’t, have a transition period from childhood to teenage years to adulthood, like so many others here in America might have. My life went from a carefree child to being a mature and responsible adult within a matter of months, and here is how it all started. The fact or the matter is that I was born in a refugee camp in Nepal and life wasn’t easy with death and disease looming everywhere. I roamed the streets as carefree as young kid could. Life was normal as I went to school every day, my dad worked countless hours,and my mother stayed home like so many other women in the community.…
In 1991, my parents with my brother who was 9 years old then decided to take the opportunity that only a few people were given in China to come to America. They came to America to seek the American Dream,…
My coming to america Immigration to a new country is always a difficult decision, and whoever experienced it understands what kind of sacrifices people go through. When I left Russia at 18, I thought I was going to be in paradise. I thought I was going to live the American dream like I saw in Hollywood movies. On my plane ride to Los Angeles, I thought I was going to be just like Carrie Bradshaw from “Sex and the City,” living in a big city, wearing designer clothes, and having a fabulous boyfriend. However, to my disappointment I found out that my life was not going to be what I was expecting.…
I was born in Africa and moved to America at the age of two. Little did I know that that single move would cause my life to meet the people I would meet and the opportunities that I would encounter. Once I came to America, my family and I moved to New Mexico so my father could complete his Ph.D. in mathematics. There two of my three younger brothers were born but New Mexico was only my backstory. At the end of my first-grade year, my family and I moved to Texas which was where I finally understood what I had been taught by parents: be kind, chose your words carefully, and work hard in everything.…
my parents overcame an left their home in spite of coming to the United StatesItp established a living for my family . Their hard work and humility would never be taken for granted, but rather an everyday motivation to give it my all. To never forget that some of us came from very little and some from very nothing. It is why I choose to never forget my roots; helping me to focus in my education…
My father came to the United States alone in 2000 when my mother was pregnant with my little sister. He stayed in New York, and found a job in a clothing store. Then, two years later after having my sister, my mom came to join him. After living in the United States for 5 years, and getting enough money.…
Dreams are shaped by ideals as families shape the beliefs we grasp strongly. The sacrifices and struggles of my family are what have shaped me to be the person I am today, therefore I have dedicated my path as a first generation Hispanic student to my family. My family and I were born in Guadalajara, Mexico. After three and a half years of living there, my family decided to seek a promising future in The United States.…
My journey began two years ago, when I moved to the United States after going through a lot of process and security checks and after waiting for almost five years finally my family and I made it to the United States. Coming to America affected my family and me with some good and in a bad ways, one of the good ways America has affected my family and me is we finally feel safe and we’re not afraid that we might get killed or bombed in any second, one of the worst ways is America an open country and it has a bad influence on some teenagers who might follow the wrong paths in life. The struggles, my family have gone through has taught me to appreciate everything I have and the vast amount of opportunities presented to me.…
I was four years old when my family immigrated to the U.S. We lived in a predominantly white city. My first introduction to the American education system was a few months later when I entered kindergarten. As a recent immigrant, I had no knowledge of the English language. My memories remain of the difficulty this created for me and my inability to connect with my classmates resulted in isolation very early on.…
During this experience, I learned, obstacles are going to come, but I have to accomplish them to be successful.…
I can still remember that day. If someone asked me, I thought the world was coming to a blazing end. Well, at least my world. It was a very warm and humid spring afternoon. It was unusually warm, especially for this time of the year in Poland, as Poland does not experience humidity, especially not in the spring.…
For this paper, I decided to select Topic #2 (Oral History-Immigrant) and interview my father, Genaro Gopar. In doing this paper, I come across new experiences he shares with me--ones that he has never revealed to the family. In this interview, he reveals his overall immigrant experience, adversities, values, and thoughts. My Father was born in a poor family and raised in a small town called Oaxaca in Mexico.…
My family cultural background is Hispanic. I will give a brief history on my parent’s childhood and how they strived to make my life a better experience than they had. I am saddened by the memories that have been shared with me, but if gave me a better understanding of why my parents did what they did during my childhood. Now as an adult I understand why my parents strived to give me experiences they never had that were both positive and nurtuing.…