My Immigration Experience

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It was summer, the hottest season of the year when I moved to the US. The bird's eye view of the United States, DC from the plane was remarkable. I had many flights in my life, but I have never seen like this before. I was so excited to see my dad who moved to the US two years ago to find a better life for my brother and I and a better job for himself and my mom. The flight attendant said that we were landing and told to fasten our seatbelts. I feel like I am so near to seeing my dad. The plane started to be lower and lower to touch the ground. Then we landed. The pilot said, "ladies and gentlemen we have arrived at our destination." I started to collect my things up and go outside with my mom and brother. We went out and started waiting for …show more content…

As an immigrant in the new country, everything was exciting, but life was so hard. I have faced many issues within my one-year duration in this country. Culture shock was one of it. My first challenge was language. As soon as I moved started learning classes it becomes more challenging I did not stay that long that I was not that good in English. When I went to school for registration for the first time to Wilson HS, it was a big school and so gigantic that I have never seen it in my life. When we entered into the entrance, there was security. In Ethiopia, this kind of securities and the security equipment found in hotels, embassies and airports and most important places not as the school. I was amazed by this when we passed the security. We entered the central office where a woman in the reception told us to give her all my school documents. After few minutes of reviewing she said that I should start from grade 9 or that I should take an exam to be in the class that I was supposed to be grade 12. It was the worst news for me. However, thanks to God I passed it, and I entered grade …show more content…

She said that I could not graduate without at least 100 hours. It was the worst news for me. As soon as she told me, I joined the tutoring club at the Watha T. Daniel/Shaw Neighborhood Library I started earning 2 hours a week, but it does not make me comfortable. I decided to work as an assistant at Senior living places every Saturday. It was hard and experiencing thing Being with the seniors was fun. Then there was the time that I started thinking to join the medical field. From all these experiences the reason that believed to accede to the faculty of medicine was that I enjoy helping people and treating them well. After few months I finished my community service

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