Page 2: Option A The first of my relatives who move to the United States is my mother, who then was followed by my father. My mother moved to America when she was around the age of 20. She decided to move to America to get a job so she would be able to support the needs and wants of her family. She was born and raised in India where she was surrounded by poverty struck conditions, so to better her standard of living she decided to move.…
Moving to Canada was very difficult because I didn't know anyone and the environment was very unfamiliar. I was culture shocked. I'm not going to say that my English was awful but it wasn't superb either. I didn't have any friends and I've never felt so alone in my life. I was proud of myself because I really strived to better my English so I can improve my conversation skills.…
On a typical pleasant day of June, I heard someone coming through the hallway like a motorcycle passing by. The alpine white door opened and my brother picked me up into the air and said "We're moving!" I looked at him confused thinking about "Where are we go" or " Why are we leaving?" Moving from Queens to Long Island has taught me to become a better student; achieved more by particiapate in programs , and activities. Living in Elmhurst, Queen when I was younger, was really interesting.…
Moving to Chicago in 2014 was the hardest thing I have ever done in my life. It meant leaving my life in Puerto Rico and beginning a new one. At first I didn’t get why we had to move and I resented my dad. I figured he didn’t care about us and only wanted to move for his own convenience.…
One of my trashes that I have to overcome was when my family came to Canada in 2010-2012 and decided to stay here, I felt quite sad and unhappy, because of leaving all of my friends and most of my relatives back in Vietnam. At school, I was not really able to make friends, since the language was the number one barrier for me at the time, and I have always thought of going back to Vietnam, which makes me not want to learn English even more. Memories and the moments when I was in Vietnam seemed to be the things I had always think of. But as time passed, my family, my aunt’s family, and a few of my cousins, had give me supports and encouraged me, thus making me like the country better. Therefore, I have finally adapted to environment and the life…
When I first moved to Ste. Genevive I was in seventh grade and was about fourteen, we moved to a trailer park and half my family there my uncle, cousins, aunt, and uncles. One day after school my mom told me not to ride the bus she was gonna pick me up. It was about 3:10 and she still wasn’t there I didn’t know what to do so I started walking when I noticed my moms car on the side of the road she had been in a wreck and the other car was my cousins.…
March 1st, 2013, the night I turned my freedom over to a 5ft2 blonde whose name will be left unmentioned due to the integrity I have. I was a dumb stupid freshman and could not see past all the warnings I received from upper classmen warning me about this girl. I thought she was the greatest thing that walked the earth. I felt I was in love and that she was the one I would marry some day. When I found out I was moving back to Colorado after my freshmen year I felt the world was coming to an end because that means I would have to leave her behind.…
Moving to Canada from another country is a big step for any person, especially when your home country’s language is not English. You need to be willing to learn a new language, new skills, and work hard. You can’t really prepare yourself for all the changes you will face, but with a positive attitude you can move ahead and do better. Two weeks after I arrived in Canada I went to write my first test in English.…
"Judy , I wish we didn't have to move , I am going to miss you so much . You are my BFF. your always there for me when I am down you listen and you give me the best solution. I promise to call you and text you every day ,bye" Kristal hung up the phone in tears. Judy Sammy black curly hair , brown eyes ,smile bright as the sun.…
Growing up in poverty with only one parent who works to raise you and your two other siblings. On top of that, having a father who works but, shows no interest in his familia. My mother’s earnings weren’t enough since we had just moved from Mexico not too long ago. Every day before going to school my mom would tell us “estudien mija, si estudian les va a ir muy bien en el futuro, no quiero que tengan la misma vida que yo! quiero que tengan una vida mejor que la mía.”…
Ever since I moved from home, I have felt this emptiness. I miss the sweet smell of our house, the warmness, and the safeness. It was devastating to leave home, and be alone forever. It was my first year of college and I decided to move.…
I am Jahidy Cubides, I’m from Colombia, Bogotá and I moved to Charlotte five years ago, nobody said that was easy to move to another country and learn about a different culture and language. Otherwise, I understand the difference between visits and stay permanently, I visited this country years ago and I love it, the opportunities that this country offers are amazing. Finally, my family and I decided to move to this country and we choose Charlotte NC to live, I moved to this beautiful city and my fears start to appear each day was difficult for me, one of them were about the language unfortunately I felt that I lose my personality and character for the reason that I had to use an interpreter to express anything but, I wished do it myself.…
My families’ migration story dates back to three generations. My great-grandfather came to the United States for the first time through the Bracero Program; a program that “brought millions of Mexican guest workers to the United States [which] grew out of a series of bilateral agreements between Mexico and the United States short-term, from 1942 to 1964.” Unfortunately, my great-grandfather passed away a while back when I was very young, therefore, for this assignment, I decided to acknowledge my parents’ migration story, a story that relies on a series of events that tore our family apart but simultaneously brought us closer together. I interviewed my mother and my father regarding, their own individual migration stories while also focusing…
I was on a Jesus High, so I figured everything would be fine. Nothing at all would have been wrong. I was most definitely wrong. My boyfriend wouldn’t reply to my text messages, and he was ignoring my phone calls. He finally texted me say he was at work, and he would be off about 4.…
Life has a way of continuing, of moving on without you, if you let it. Time keeps ticking, the earth keeps spinning and somehow, you keep breathing. Even when the world falls around you and buries you, you still breathe. Eventually, you get back up or face the alternative. Once upon a time, I wanted the alternative, but it wasn’t meant to be.…