I came to America when I was a teenager and did not know any English. I felt strange and anxious at school and tried to fit in the new environment. The school system was totally different compared to where I came from. I did not know what to do but did not know how to get help. Every day in class, I was doing the math and only math.…
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.…
I am a Mexican-American woman with certain views of the world. I don’t believe that my place in the world is next to a man, nor do I believe that my sole purpose in life is to procreate. I am a woman who needs and wants her independence. I am also a 33 years old working class woman.…
10 years ago, I was immigrated to the United States. My first impression of the United states was a fun and energies country because of the New York style movie always appear in my brain. Yet, the city I was staying is in California - San Jose. The surrounding people mostly are Mexican, Chinese, and Indian, that not the New York style Imaged. After few years college life, I found out my passion because of the place of California has changed my environmental protection sense.…
As I approached the check-in agent, I could feel my stomach pulsating as I held back the tears, trying to be brave in front of mother and my family members. I looked in my mother's brown eyes and found no trace of tears shed. This was not her first experience of saying goodbye to a family member. She had experienced it with her siblings, my father and my sister. Now me. "…
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.…
Coming of Age Growing up, I always had everything I wanted and needed. There was never a time where I went without necessities or even things I wanted and did not need. Even though I had all of those things, sometimes I was ungrateful. Losing my father at four was a real challenge for my mom.…
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.…
There was a time where I was both courageous and cowardly. If I could go back in time, I would spit facts towards the teacher. But being seven or eight at the time, I rebelled the best way I could. Timidly, I grip the edges of my seat.…
“Do you remember coming to America grandma?” I replied, “Just like yesterday, Clarice”. It seems just like yesterday.. It was one frigid morning in Rome, Italy. November 19, 1893 to be exact.…
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.…
Where I was waving “Adios” to my mother, the others were waving “Goodbye” to their parents. Torn between two worlds is what I thought I would always be. As a Mexican-American I believed that I would never be fully Mexican or American. I believed that I would never really fit into one specific group and would be target of exclusion all my life.…
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.…
As if I had failed at something. “Why do I have to be an immigrant?” I thought to myself. At the moment, all I could think of was that the Universities would reject me because I was an immigrant. “You’re so lucky,” I told my best friend with a low voice.…
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…