When we moved back to Los Fresnos, my mom would take my brother and I to the library in the summer at the beginning of my sixth grade year. I remember the first time my mother took my brother and I to the library. The long rows of bookshelves were a true sight to behold. In that instant, it was as if my mom read my mind. “Now, let’s go get you two your first library card.”…
For example, I had to learn how to take care of my younger siblings, and to be responsible for anything like paper from the county for renewing medical and food support, to filing taxes and mortgage papers when we had finally saved enough for a home. Every day was a struggle trying to fit into a foreign culture that I knew nothing of, and which held different values than my own. For example I have struggled with the materialistic nature of American Culture, especially when many of own people from our community had no way to afford many of the things held so valuable here. Yet through all of this, I knew I couldn’t give up, and I would have to lead as an example for my little siblings and other young people in my community. As years pass by I continue to grow and every decision in the family runs through me.…
Ten years ago, February 2007, I set out on an adventure and moved to Oregon. Growing up in the Black Hills, the forest was our playground. We would spend our days, hiking, biking, making forts, and climbing trees. Now that I live in Central Oregon, there are not very many pine trees and forest around.…
One cold and dreary day in January, I got home from an uneventful day at school. I never would have guessed what was about to happen or thought that this would ever happen to me. I was just a quiet freshman in high school. My father sat down with my family and told us that we were about to move to Texas. I was both shocked and a little excited to move because I’ve always wanted to go south.…
I was born in Youngstown, Ohio. After being there for 2 weeks, my mother, father, and I moved to Georgia. There is where I went to PreSchool. I have early childhood memories of winter time and there would be just a little bit of snow on the ground. I always wanted there to be more so that I could make my first snowman.…
When I was six years old I moved from Colorado to New Mexico. At the end of my junior year of high school, I found out that I was moving back to Colorado. I was full of emotions, I couldn’t decide if I was more mad or sad making me hate the world. I thought of every possibility of how to stay in New Mexico to finish high school. At the time, I was talking to a girl that I really liked and I had a lot of very close friends.…
The fierce sun that afternoon blazed its burning rays down the freeway. Engines bellowed sonorously as they sprinted by each other on the freeway. Los Angeles was unusually rainy that day. Rain splashed the windows under the afternoon sun, clinging to the smooth glass before being blown away. Droplets disturbed the silence inside the car as they drummed on the roof, whispering goodbyes before being blown away.…
On September 4th, 15 years ago, I was born. I was born in Duluth, Minnesota and lived in Superior. After living there for 5 years, I moved to Arizona. I lived in Arizona for 3 months. My family realized the weather was just too hot, so we moved back to Hermantown.…
New school, new friends, and new opportunities came around every corner my freshman year. Before I moved to Cincinnati Ohio my life was completely different from what I experience now. I went to a small methodist school in Naples Florida there were about 15 kids in my eighth grade classroom. The school in general was very strict, very religious, and very vigorous. That school was all I had every known…
Coming to a new country with a new house, new school, new people was rather nerve racking. Settling into school was one of the hardest parts along with learning a new language. I went from being a social person to being shy. A few weeks after…
When I was younger, my parents always bragged how I was a quiet and obedient child. Growing up in a small town of Tennessee and Illinois, where there were more trees than people, you knew everyone. Everyone knew you. Life was simple back then. Everything changed after moving to California, with massive schools, more people, and bigger houses.…
Sacramento has always felt like home to me, I grew up about twenty miles away from Sacramento in a small town called Woodland. Having spent the majority of my life either in or right next to it, I feel like I have a lot to gain from a school quarter spent interning there. Although moving for a school quarter may be difficult, I have adapted well to Irvine while living independently so I believe I will be able to do the same in Sacramento. Most importantly, I hope this experience challenges me. Throughout my schooling, I have always taken a larger class load with challenging classes to fill this criterion, while maintaining a 4.00 GPA, and now that my major coursework is over I hope to gain some real-world experience that fills this role.…
In the summer of my junior year in high school I was able to visit my aunt in California. I was very excited to go since I born there and this would be the first time I came back. When I got on the plane I was so full of energy I didn’t sleep for the entire 12 hour plane ride. When the plane landed, it was at around the crack of dawn. When I was waiting for the bus to take me to the nearest Greyhound station, I marveled at the sky.…
Shortly after my eighteenth birthday, I found myself spending a great deal of time escaping a less-than-desirable reality by playing internet role playing games. There was a realization within myself that I needed a change of scenery, so I gathered a few of my prized possessions, purchased a bus ticket and left shortly thereafter to visit a good friend in Texas. What was intended to be a quick turn-around trip turned into the next three years, and little did I know just how much this trip would affect the rest of my life. Moving to Texas was an experience that taught me about the environmental differences between places, added responsibilities and the importance of having caring people in my life.…
Throughout the two years, my mom had to prepare for the citizenship exam, so she had to study in order to stay in the United States. At the age of 19 (around 1991) she took the exam and passed and became a U.S. citizen, and from there she went to California where she stayed for a few months with my dad and sister. In California, my mom mostly took care of my sister, while my dad was doing agricultural work—mostly working with grapes. My dad had a friend who he met while he was in California that resided in Oroville, Washington who told him there was a lot of work where he was at and he could get them a job if they wanted, so they made the move there and began to work. The reason they moved to Washington was because the California life wasn’t for them; my parents wanted a nicer area where they can raise a family…