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.…
They say the goal in life is to live the “American Dream” and I would say I am living it head first. It all started when the time in my life came to pick an Univeristy to attend, and boy am I ecstatic with my decision to attend West Virginia University. WVU opened so many doors for me; however, if it was not for my family, I would not be where I am today. I was very content with going to my local University and living at home because that was comfortable to me, but my family encourged me to find a new start.…
When I knew that I was gonna come to the United States for the very first time, I had a mishmash of emotions. Excitement was of course present, since I've fancied myself living the American dream. You know, the kind of life you see on TV. So, whenever I come back fresh from the States, wind blows like there's no tomorrow. All I say is how great life is in America.…
At the age of Eleven, I left my village in India and came to the USA. I was very excited to come to the USA because I’ve heard from people that it is land filled with many opportunities. Right after my flight landed and I got out of the airport, seeing huge buildings and different atmosphere was a very new thing to me. I never saw those kinds of buildings or city life ever before in my life.…
Little bit of Yankee, little bit of Ya’ll. Maybe a catchy t-shirt slogan, but not necessarily untrue. Having lived half my life in both New England and the South, I often feel like a combination of my two home experiences. This can be a little unsettling: up North, I’ve “turned Southern”, but down South, I’m definitely a Northerner. Though sometimes difficult, I’ve grown to like the alternate viewpoints I’ve gained living in different locations.…
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.…
Coming to the United States has been the most changing experience of my life. But why there are many reasons, first of all, the decision to leave your home country, left your family and friends behind, expose yourself to a totally different culture, learn new rules, many questions start surrounding my head at the moment I realize that the decision was final and I was ready to leave. Boarding the plane and see your family happy but sad, was such a break heart moment, anxiety and tension started building up inside and more questions pop up, this is my new adventure, but how is it going to be, how I'm going to make new friends, how I'm going to live, how will be the weather, how I'm going to deal with the language do I going to like all these…
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 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.…
“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.…
The fresh smell of new books, the milky smell of babies, the moldy smell of old houses, the smell of newly-mown summer grass…When you perceive a new scent, your brain automatically links it with an environment, a occasion, a person, an object, or a moment; when the same scent come to you again, you would conjure up the bounded memory. Although there is no holding back the wheel of time, scent is always our super-power when it comes to memory. ' But when from a long-distant past nothing subsists, after the people are dead, after the things are broken and scattered, taste and smell alone, more fragile but more enduring, more unsubstantial, more persistent, more faithful, remain poised a long time, like souls, remembering, waiting, hoping, amid…
My American Dream For centuries, people from different countries have started to migrate to the United States for a better life. This mission of being successful is known for being an American Dream. The American Dream is basically someone who is trying their hardest to become successful in life. Those who come to the United States tend to work the hardest so they can support themselves, their family, and to be happy. For example, someone who worked very hard to support their family and be successful was Notorious B.I.G.…
To be an American is to be able to choose freely. Acts of terror seem to be more and more common, according to the media. In times of terror and strife the citizens of the United States of America come together no matter what beliefs and opinions we have to defeat the opposition. Secondly, America was built on immigrants, and as such we are open to diverse races and beliefs, and Americans consider people they have just met as friends. This is what I believe is my American Identity.…
Unlike my father, my mother lived in Mexico until the age of 24, after she finished her primary and secondary schooling she got an accounting degree at the university located in the capital of the state. At the age of 24 my father and my mother married, he lived in the US at the time, worked here, and made a life for himself with his daughter he had from a previous marriage. My mother gave up her life in Mexico to be with my father in the US and once they migrated, in the span of 6 years, my mother had her three children, my two older sisters, followed by me, the youngest and only…
Both my parents and I were born in the United States, but the type of life style my parentes experienced were completely different from each other. My father was the youngest of 8 children; they were a very poor family with no stable home or income to provide for the large family. For the first 5 years of my father’s life his home was a tent that was near the current fields the family was working at. The family worked together as migrant…