My Life in America When you mention America in my country, Libya, most people think of an opportunity to get a great education. That is why I came to America, to study. My life in America while comfortable, is different compared to Libya, and challenging My life here is comfortable when compared to other international students. I didn't have the money worries most have. I was initially been sponsored financially by my employer in Libya to further my education. This gave me a great start as I was able to relax and adjust to life here without worrying about my expenses. I already have a community in America. My wife accompanied me here, and there are other families from Libya studying or living here with me. I was at an advantage to many other emigrants, in that I am a proficient English speaker. I was taught English at school in Libya, and practiced it at work daily, so I was able to speak English well before I arrived here. …show more content…
I do find life in America is very different from life in Libya.
It really reminds me that I am in another country. One main difference is my friends here in America seem to work long hours. (Miller). It is very hard for us to meet up for coffee and a chat like we would do regularly in Libya because they are always working. Also, I was surprised at how the shopping areas are spread out and are not centralized. There are many malls scattered around the suburbs, but there are few shops in the uptown and downtown areas. I do love how America is full of parks and out door recreational areas for people to relax and spend their free time. Freedom park is one such public park I always visit. It has several sports fields, walking trails, a seven acre lake, and a band stand for festivals. (Charmeck.org/Freedom.aspx). On special occasions I go there with my friends and we grill in beautiful surroundings. It is also nice just to take a stroll around the lake and follow the woodland trails. I really enjoy this as we do not have public parks in
Libya. Although life here is relatively comfortable for me, it has posed some challenges. I was Initially being sponsored, but living within a budget and I had to organize everything here myself. My first challenge was finding an apartment and a car within my budget. I had to make a great deal of phone calls and arrange viewings in my first month here, before I found a suitable apartment. Following that I searched online for weeks looking for a car I could afford. Next I started the enrollment process for Central Piedmont Community College which was very challenging as I was not used to the system here in America. I am an international student which, meant a lot of paperwork and office appointments. As an international student I pay a higher fee than other students. Per credit my fee is $264 with a cap of $4224, as opposed to an 'Instate' student's fee of $72 per credit with a cap of $1,152. (CPCC.edu/cashiering). When my sponsorship ended there was an extra challenge, of finding work here to finance my college tuition. It meant more paperwork to apply for a work permit and interviews with companies. Overall, I am really enjoying my life here in America. It took some time to adjust and settle, but now I have it is proving to be a great experience. I have found my life in America while comfortable also different than my home, and challenging at the same time.
I grew up in Kenya until I was about eleven years old. Kenya was very beautiful and amusing. The weather was nice; the people were kind, generous, and helpful. I rarely felt like an outsider or an outcast. Like they saying goes, “It takes a village to raise a child”. In Kenya, the entire neighborhood was my parents, siblings, etc. If I did anything naughty, then the nearest adult would sort that out. Everywhere I went, I felt like I was at my house. I miss the feeling of knowing everyone around you genuinely cares about you and your success. Since I came here to the U of M, I felt distanced from the people. Hardly anyone speaks to anyone. The population is so large that it is almost like living in an academic city. I miss everything about the country that I was raised in. In particular, I miss my childhood because Kenya was the place that I spend most of my childhood, therefore, it will forever be special to
is viewed as the country where you can obtain the American Dream. Although achieving the
Even with being Eritrean, I cherish the opportunities that living the United States have given me. I have been fortunate enough to get an unbelievable
close friends, and a stable job. Life was very easy and interesting for me. But living here,
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“You are in America, speak English.” As a young child hearing these words, it did not only confuse me but it also made me question my belonging in a foreign country. As a child I struggled with my self-image; Not being Hispanic enough because of my physical appearance and not being welcomed enough in the community I have tried so hard to integrate myself with. Being an immigrant with immigrant parents forces you to view life differently. It drives you to work harder or to change the status quo for the preconceived notion someone else created on a mass of people. Coming to America filled me with anxiety, excitement, and even an unexpected wave of fear.
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.
...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.
America, often called land of the free, opportunity, but what truly is America has someone actually contemplated it? Well there are certain things that might define America, for example America for some people could be the land of opportunity, There are many reasons why different types of people all across the world might pursue the land of opportunity, America. That one person leaving their home land might be a parent, a parent looking to pursue a better life for their children. A better life than the one they lived. To allow their children to actually follow their dreams and hopes, to be someone in life. Where in America there is truly no limits to what one might become in life, or what one will do with the limitless opportunities.
Where I am from, coming to America is an unachievable dream for most people; however, that dream became attainable to me one summer. When my father told my family and me that we were moving to America, I was very excited and I thought about a lot of things. I thought about all of the opportunities there were in the U.S. and how rich everyone must be. I also thought that everyone in the U.S. lived in big houses, and every school had a swimming pool. Most of what I conceived about America came from watching television, and a month later I would find out how wrong I was.
Everyone has dream in life. Some people have a dream to visit different places and some people want to become successful in future. Likewise I also had a dream to come USA and to become successful in future. I was 17 when I came here with my parents. I heard a lot from my friends about their first day in USA. They said it was so sad however mine was the best day and the long day in my life which I can’t ever forget. I still remember that day in USA; I was sleeping in the airplane because I was so tired of traveling 18 hours flight. I was in a deep sleep suddenly I heard someone was calling my name because of that I wake up. It was my mom who was calling me. She told me to look outside I rub my eyes and looked outside. I still remember that moment when I first looked California, USA through plane window, those tall building which I saw in movies looks like a plane ground. I was so excited to be here in USA I feel like it is a piece of heaven.
It was about two years ago when I arrived in United States of America, and I still remember the day when I left my native country, Honduras. As I recall, one day previous to my departure, I visited my relatives who live in San Pedro Sula. They were all very happy for me to see me except my grandmother Isabel. She looked sad; even though she tried to smile at all times when I was talking to her, I knew that deep inside of her, her heart was broken because of my departure the next morning. I remember that I even told her, “Grandma, do not worry about me, I’ll be fine. I promise that I will write you letters and send you pictures as much as possible.” Here reply was, “I know sweetie I know you will.” Suddenly after she said that I started to cry. For som...
My gift from America is education because if I did not have the privilege to go to school, I would not be same the person I am today. So many kids around the world do not have the privilege to be educated, so they do not know very much. When I took a trip to the Bahamas, a lot of the things there were damaged because of a hurricane, therefore there was not very much transportation. The kids that did go to school often walked and wore uniforms.
On May 6th, 2004 I moved here with my family of three.My Mother, sister and myself. My mom always drilled it into our heads that she moved us to America for a “better education” but at the age of seven, I thought I was pretty clever. I knew that the main reason my mother moved us was for our safety. I was born in the war-torn country of Sudan. Where people of the same ethnic backgrounds try to kill each other. A place where racism was always lurking in every corner no matter where you happened to be.
I am from West Africa and for my studies I had to move to the United States. I like my country but for