Thank you for reviewing my petition and getting back to me. I just wanted to point out that I had already withdrew from that class on time. When I submitted the petition it was for late drop. The reason I applied for late drop after already withdrawing from the class was because I wanted to make sure I was withdrawn in case you didn’t accept my late drop petition. I was told that I could still apply for late drop after withdrawing to be safe.…
When I was younger, my mother, sister and I went to Mexico. My mom was planning to move back to Mexico and wanted to check things out first. At the time I was only a few months old. Between the weather and the whole environment, I got extremely sick. My grandma who is a doctor told my mom that she needed to take me to the E.R. before I died.…
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.…
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.…
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.…
My series of rather challenging events seven years ago, when my family moved from Myanmar to the United States. I had just turned nine when my sister received news that she was accepted into UC Berkeley. My whole family was ecstatic as we prepared for our move to San Francisco. People tried to explain to me what it would be like to live on the other side of the ocean. Little did I know, San Francisco and Yangon were polar opposites - one a bustling, concrete city and the other a quiet, somber town.…
I was born in the capital of Ethiopia, Addis Ababa, the place where all my best memories live. My mother gave birth to her first child at the age of 18 then to me a year later, she hadn’t finished high school so she trusted my grandparents to raise us in the city while she went to work in another. There was never a dull moment in our grandparents home, we would play countless games in the water when it rained and the yard would get flooded or get chased around by our guard dog as my family would watch laughing despite my fear of dogs. One of the things I will always be grateful for is growing up in Ethiopia, my days were filled with happiness and adventure that I will forever cherish. Moving to America was a drastic change for my brother and I, we would spend countless nights crying homesick, asking to go back home.…
I remember the day I return to the United States from China at the age 6. I grew up being immersed with English in which consequently made me forgotten most of my Chinese. Before I even noticed, I had hard time communicating with my mother and grandmother. I took the first year level Chinese course at my last college in hope to better communicate with my parents, however, it was not enough. Every time we try to have a conversation, Google Translate would accompany us.…
It was 1884, when the Law of Religion was passed. The law didn't allow citizens of Poland to practice their own religion. My parents were furious, especially my father who was a preacher at the town Church of God. So, my parents allowed that my sister, Lena, and I would move to America with them. It was going to be a long journey, this I already knew.…
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.…
It has been two years and my parents decided that they had to move again. This was the summer before the start of second grade. I now had to leave my latest friends again and I would have to make new friends. I am at this point where I am still a little shy and I get kind of nervous when meeting new people but because of the multiple moves and new houses I have gotten a quite better at talking to people. Now I have to move because my mother’s boyfriend wanted to move to a town called St. Croix Falls.…
One year ago, we moved into our dream home. Freshly engaged, we packed up our one bedroom apartment in Florida and headed north, happy to be closer to our families and ready to start a new life together. Initially, walking through this home was overwhelming. Every detail was flawless, every room revealed a better life for us. As we stepped out to the lake, we knew it was the place where we would be married.…
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.…