My parents came to America through school because where there from colleges are not so great. My parents are from a small place in Africa called Rwanda, it’s a pretty small country and not a lot of people know about it. Well my parents didn’t know each other back in Rwanda but met in America. They came here because they were given the option to come to America paid by the government to take studies and come back. My parents obviously didn’t do that but they got that privilege because they did good in school and over there school shapes your life more than it does here.…
Moving to America was the biggest turning point in my lifetime. Everything was new and I had to adjust through it. There was a change in the educational system, language, friends, culture and environment basically America was a whole new world for me. I was fifteen when I got to know that my parent has applied for US immigration and within a time span of one year we had to move to America. Moving here was a big achievement for me as a student.…
Although my mother and I have had countless conversations about her previous life experiences, I was surprised at how much I did not know prior to this interview. I had never thought to ask her about what networks and resources she used to adjust to her new lifestyle in the United States. Our conversation made me realize the importance of friends, family and professionals to shape her as an immigrant parent. Growing up, she was not only a mother but a mentor to me—she supported me endlessly and helped me overcome my challenges as an adolescent. Her story begins with her life in South Korea.…
Growing up, I have met a lot of people, had a lot of experiences and memories. Some were enjoyable, fun, and some were stressful, but my favorite memory was coming to America. Moving from Africa to America made me a better person and taught me to understand people better. It gave me opportunities to change my lifestyle, be around others that are different from me, and expand my education. One memory that tops all memories was coming to the United States.…
Body crouched, holding on to a miniature blanket are the memories that cannot be eased from my head. Low temperature is a constant reminder of my harsh times as a homeless child with not a thing to loose, only an empty stomach behind. Thinking that crossing over would be the most difficult challenge of the “American Dream”. My parents did not come prepared for the far more challenges to come.…
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.…
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.…
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 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.…
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.…
So you want to know why I moved to the united states of america? And you also want to know how the journey was and how i'm doing in the united state? That's a long story but i'll tell you everything. When I live in mexico there was little to eat hardly any places to get a job and I wanted to come here to have a better chance at life.…
If I had a ticket to go anywhere, I would go to Mexico. I would want to go to Mexico so I can visit my family that I have never seen before. We could have a family reunion in a big, fancy restaurant to we can all get to know each other. After we could throw a big party to celebrate the reunion. I would love to meet my other family and see who shares the same similarities as I do.…
She inspired me to want to be better than where i live and am right now. My mother had to leave her family to get us a better life, and she gave me the opportunity to work for what i want in life. I decided to go back to Georgia because I wanted a better…
When I was six my family had decided to move to the United States in search for a better life. My parents wanted a better life for me and my brother unlike the one they had while growing up. Settling life into the United States was not going to be easy but my parents always encourage us to work hard and take pride in our work. Their motivation to succeed has always inspired me to be a better person and work hard as they have even with the limitations in their lives.…
She showered us hugs and kisses and by the end of the day I had lost track of how many times she said she loved us, it was like a dream I didn’t want to wake up from. But like every human being my mom was not perfect. As a student in kindergarten the word immigration was yet to be added into my vocabulary. Slowly I began to put the pieces together.…