Jacob I had landed in the airport about three hours ago but it seemed like days since I was in the warm sunny weather of the southwest United States. I was forced here because the rest of my family had moved here. They all hated the warm weather. When I came here, I was unprepared for the time change. Three hours ahead. I had a wonderful life out in California. I fit in being around six feet, tan and, dark hair, not a care in the world, easy job that got me enough money to live, nice house just for me, I had everything I wanted. I left the airport to get a rental car. I had nothing else to use as transportation. On my way to my family’s apartment, I saw this beautiful lot on Gibb Street I think.Tons of plants, and vegetables growing. Best of all though, people were enjoying themselves. …show more content…
Instead of going to my new home I journeyed to the nearest Home Depot to find some seeds. I was hoping they’d have carrot seeds. When I lived in California, carrots were my favorite. Sure enough, they did. When I left the store, it was nearly dusk so I headed to my new apartment on Gibb Street. The next morning, I walked right to the garden. I started to look around for a place to plant. There was only one other person there. I went over to him and asked him who he was. He responded, “My name is Curtis, what can I do for you.” I said I was wondering where I should plant and if he could help me. “How about right over here,” as he pointed to the left of some tomatoes. “I really don’t know how to plant either,” I told
close friends, and a stable job. Life was very easy and interesting for me. But living here,
When I first moved to America I had many difficult, but positive life changing experiences. My parents, five sisters, four brothers, and I were all very nervous and excited to start a new life. I had many life changing experiences when it was my first time in an airport, starting school to learn a new language, and moving to Lincoln, Nebraska.
A few months before all of this I was pleased with my calm life in a local city of Taiwan. I settled there at the age of two with my family, and things were going well so far. Because I lived there for ten years, the longest time that I ever spent living in one place, I had made really good friends and was not looking forward to any significant changes although my mom had told me a long time ago, we might move to USA to settle with our uncle and grandma. My mom also told me that the other reason we move is for a better education and life there but I was not listening at that time. I thought she was just joking around because my brother and I have always expected to have a vacation to other countries. By the time I finished my first year of middle school I knew that this was nearly impossible. My family was already packing up, cleaning out the house, and reserving four airplane tickets to USA.
The rectangular garden ran parallel to the fruit trees that defined boundary of the Fayreweather’s yard. The apple, plum and cherry trees bloomed in the spring and yielded fruit in the summer months. To the right of the garden, was Ginger’s coop, and to the left, a large garden shed.
Suddenly, something unexpectedly guided me to the path I should choose. Thoughts about how caring the lady had been when she had planted me, and how she had told the air she couldn’t wait to see me grow. I couldn’t stand to let her down. Why should I? I made up my mind. I was going to persevere and become a plant.
It was a dark stormy night John and I were talking about improvements that could be made on the house. We were very poor we had the most ramshackled house in our town. John thought that we should work on adding on to the house but that would get rid of my Marigolds. Just thinking of that takes me back to the day I planted those beautiful plants. It was a warm sunny day that day. Oh I remember that day like it was yesterday. The Marigolds were the only beautiful thing in the whole entire town and they belonged to me. That day was probably one of the very few happy days of my life. It all began when a package arrived on my doorstep no address where it came from nothing. It kind of surprised me that someone was this generous in this small disgusting town. In the package seeds and a note appeared. The note read “ A little something to spice up that tasteless town of yours” and the seeds were Marigolds. Also on the note instructed proper care and instructions on how to care and plant the seeds.
Things wasn’t the same anymore everything has change for me. street look smaller, house was looking like they were about to fall, many river disappear it was a total disaster I went there with the hope of finding the same joy I used have at the time that I was leaving there, but that I never feel the same way. Even friend wasn’t the same most of them have kids or big family leaving just by the husband. Hard enough to see how many people were in need make me realized that coming to the U.S was the best choice I could it make. United states have a lot of job opportunity however for some people can be difficult to get a job specifically for immigrant most of them are living on the dark where there’s no hope but even so they find work to
During my flight to America,I reminisced about the luxurious lifestyle I had: food, freedom, toys and asked myself if everything was going to change.I came from a middle income family to a low income family.My life changed when I got the news from my mother that were moving to America.I was nine years old when she announced the news to my brother and I. I was anxious and happy about the news because going to America mean I get to see my father.I only had a glimpse of my father as a child.Ecstatic to see my father for the first time, my face filled with excitement and joy,but my heart was aching as I abandoned my loved ones behind. Everything seemed to be hazy at the moment as my childhood,friends,and family members fades.
On February 21, 2016, I, Deputy John Arnold, went to 11747 West 105th Street South to assist another deputy in reference to a fight in progress.
About 9 years ago on July, 2008, my family moved to America to reunite with my grandfather, and to seek better living opportunities. That day was the beginning of a thrilling but equally terrifying journey for my family. That day I made a conscious decision of making my living experience in America a positive and rewarding experience for my parents and their hard works.
Exhausted and relieved to get out of that hellhole, we headed straight back to our dorms, but I was still unsatisfied. I went back to my dorms and did some more research and found out why the botanical gardens were so neglected. It was apparent that volunteers and donations drive or fund a majority of the Botanical Gardens. So it’s important to note not to judge a book or in this case a place solely by it appearance because there you can always be a piece missing from the puzzle.
Moving from a highly diverse community to a less diverse community has to be the weirdest yet interesting culture shock I ever had to deal with. As a young child, I did not know about the outside world. I thought everyone rides the bus or the metro, graffiti on the wall is normal and traffic wouldn’t matter as much since everything I needed was within walking distance sometimes. There were shocking things I learned once I moved to Nebraska.
All my life ,I’ve always wanted to be someone in life who can actually make a difference to this world in a positive way. Ever since I was a little girl I pushed myself to always best I can be just . I lived in a town outside Los Angeles, California , it was called Van Nuys,California.The elementary school (Kittridge Elementary) I had went to was in a low income area, mainly spanish community had lived in the area I was living in at the time .I had a lot of friends (mainly mexicans) I focused a lot on being on time for school , staying on task in class, and finishing my homework. At such a young age I had felt such ambition and was doing very good for myself. At the age of 10 was when reality start to really hit me , even though I was very young I started to see things differently.
I pulled into the driveway of my house and parked my car. I grabbed my coat and bag and opened the door. When I got out I instantly began to smell the sweet aroma of the long rose bushes making their way out of our fence and into the world of our driveway. I was so captivated by the fall breeze, and the beautiful smell of fall in the air that I didn't even know that I was to the door. As I snapped back into reality, I looked up and I was standing at my doorway.
From the front, it looked normal enough. I wandered in past the unattended outdoor register and into the usual towers of annual trays -- petunia, impatiens, salvia, and so on -- the same seventeen brief and predictable thrills that scream from annual-towers everywhere. Behind them, a small display of cactus, unlabeled but neat. Behind that, the beginnings of a jungle of larger containers. Along the side of the property, a large unkempt man drove in a golf cart with a tree in the seat beside him. The proprietor.