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.…
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.…
It was in the late 1980’s that the first of my family immigrated to America. Like most immigrants, they came to this country in search of a better life than the one they left behind. I admire my parents for having the courage to come to this country and start over from zero. For most of their lives, my parents worked in the fields picking fruit. It is a physically demanding job that pays very little.…
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.…
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.…
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.…
Two days of flying is a long trip for a girl who is only ten years old! That’s how long it took my family and I to come to America. Everything was new and strange. We stayed at my grandparent’s apartment for awhile, and I had so many questions about everything. I wondered why everything was so different.…
I came to the United States when I was a couple months old and then I went back to Mexico with my mom, because my grandma was really sick. I came back to America when I was around 3 years old. At that time, all we knew was Spanish. My family really didn't have anything and when I was 4 I really wanted to go to school.…
I didn’t know what to expect when my brother and I immigrated to America to live with our mother and step dad, but I knew from the beginning it was a special opportunity.…
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.…
“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.…
“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.…
When my parents came to this new country they faced hardships of their own. They didn 't know the language and only arrived with a few luggages. They had to start a new life in, a new country on a clean slate.…
I was definitely not ready to leave everything behind and move somewhere I did not possess any knowledge about. My parents refused to answer my…
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…