One day, my parents talked to my brothers and me about moving to United States. The idea upset me, and I started to think about my life in Mexico. Everything I knew—my friends, family, and school for the past twenty years—was going to change. My father left first to find a decent job, an apartment. It was a great idea because when we arrived to the United States, we didn’t have problems. We moved for different reasons, one was a better education. In the United States the schools offer a lot of opportunities, such us different degrees, financial aid, scholarships, and more. I think that is a great opportunity for my brothers and me study here because, we are going to receive an excellent education. In Mexico we don’t have these opportunities; if students want to be in an exemplary school, they have to pay a lot of money. Another reason that we moved was that my parents found better jobs. In the United States the economy is better than Mexico, so they thought that maybe this change could benefit us. When we arrived, we felt weird because, we knew that everything was going to be new. For example, when we saw our new apartment, we liked a lot, but I was thinking that nothing was going to be the same. Afterward, we felt calm because the neighborhood was really nice. One of the thinks that we especially like is that the mall and a lot of restaurants are near from the apartments, so when we want to go shopping or eat something we can go out and have a good time. Another thing that we like a lot is that we can do meeting or parties in the apartment’s park; we can invite people and have fun. Now, we feel more comfortable living here, and enjoy everything in the United States. A notable change for my brothers and me was the school. We w... ... middle of paper ... ...Mexico. On the weekends, I go to Nuevo Laredo or to Monterrey to visit them. We plan something like, parties or we get together, and we cutch up about our lives. In Laredo Texas, the people is so different, they are more open mind, I have another type of ideas or another education, but I respect others thinking’s. In conclusion, my recently experience was when my family and me decides to moved to the United States. It was a tremendous change moved to another country. Moving to another country is giving us an opportunity about different language, meet new people, better jobs and great education. This experience maybe was harmful and difficult for all the family, but if we moved for better life, it could be an excellent opportunity for our future. To sum up, now we enjoying living here, my parents have a good job and my brothers and me study at great school.
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...d to United States, I was grateful that I made the decision to move. When my family visited, I was able to cherish every moment with them because I knew how difficult life without them. I was grateful to have my family. Their endless support and advice, helped me to improved myself. Lived independently in United states, I grew as a better person, I learned how to planned a better time management and to be responsible on my priority.
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When my family and I got in the plane that would take us to the U.S., I was very excited. It was as if I had butterflies in my stomach. I was also nervous because I had heard of people that were turned away when they got to America because the government was not letting as many immigrants into the U.S as they had in the past. Therefore, my whole family was a little anxious. Two things could happen when we arrived at the Washington, D.C., airport. We could either come to the United States to chase after “the American dream”, or we could be turned away which meant that we would have to return to our country of origin.
California, the world's most beautiful haven for all of us migrants, who have come from different backgrounds, seeking hope and new opportunities. During the early 1980s, my family's journey would begin in Michoacán, Mexico. As described by my Father (Luis), " The magnificent lands are exempt from any flaws". In the small town of Acuitzeramo (where he grew up), beauty is enriched in the landscape; however, my grandfather knew he needed to take his family to "El Norte" (U.S.). Since the family became burdened with poverty as tortillas were even too expensive to eat for breakfast, it needed to be immediately. In spite of the fact that my father loved his mother country, he and his family would leave to find better opportunities which would change their futures' and mine as well.
Have you ever been put into a situation where everything is completely different? Situation where everything is different such as the weather, the people, the language, and the culture? I have. I recall the first time I got here in the land of free. It was a breezy afternoon in the middle of November. I was flabbergasted, speechless. My Asian eyes grew as if they were a size of quarters. My jaw dropped as if it was pulled by gravity. I was in awe. I didn’t know what to expect. I couldn’t seem to describe my exact emotions. However, I do remember being excited. I was so excited for a brand new life, new culture, and definitely for more opportunities that I am excited to grasp.
Sometime in 1978, my mother brings my sister and me to escape Viet Nam to Songkhla, Thailand. We arrived in San Antonio, Texas nine months later in July, 1979. It is here where I began my “American” education. It is this education system, and the Public Broadcasting Service (PBS) through the medium called “television”, which shred lights on me as I become conscious of what happened to my home country was not the fault of my own people. Regrettably, growing up in “America” as a foreign kid, barely speaking English, moving from town to town, and changing school annually is not straightforward. In a flash, the realization of what happen to my country vanished as it comes down to a mean of survival. I am on my own in this strange country and society, and I must do what I do to get through at the age of twelve. The recollections of my beautiful country, home, schools, and friends, appeared in the back of my mind from time to time, nevertheless I did not have time to reflect upon them. The questions of why we left our country and came to such a distance place called the “United State of America”, never get a “real” answer. Until now, July 9, 2011, I am attending history 21, conducts by Professor Toshio Whelchel. Thirty-two years later, I am asked to compose an essay for my midterm title: “Modern American History: From the Overthrow of Hawaii to the Philippines War”. The anxiety in my stomach agitates and my eyes begin to tears, not because it is the “midterm” paper, not because I forget how to write, not because lettering is my weakness…but the memories. April 30, 1975, the reverberation of bullets piercing through the night, the gloomy stench of smoldering dead bodies, as bombs rained down upon us, and guns fired upon innocent ci...
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I have made a pie chart showing the top 5 immigrating countries to the United States. Mexico is the by far number one on the list with 11,643,000 immigrants coming to the U.S. This makes sense that Mexico is the top immigrating country being our neighboring country. One Of the major reasons why Mexicans migrant to the United States is for work and to earn money then send back to their families because the United States have a higher wage
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