What is my story? Well, it all started when my family was approved as political refugee to come to this county. My grandfather’s case had been rejected once but he decided to try again and a couple of months after that, we came here. Coming to this country wasn’t easy for me. I had to leave everything behind, my childhood friends, my family, and start from cero. It turned out to be that living here wasn’t as I expected, it was even better. Life here was a completely different from where I came from. Everything was new for me, all the different kinds of food, the housing style, the cars, the technology and even the internet. Being here opened a world of opportunities to me and I was definitely going to take advantage of that. At the beginning the hardest thing for me was the language and getting used to all the different cultures. Even though I came here knowing very little English I always worked hard at school and do the best I could to learn it. People made fun of my accent but I wouldn’t mind since I needed to practice and their comments weren’t going to stop me. But I always had a goal in mind, going to college. I was always thinking ahead and how decisions such as giving my best or not could affect my future. …show more content…
That was my first goal and I accomplished it. Then going to high school was a complete different experience. Since I came I was put on the ESL classes and in high school my first year I had most of my classes in ESL and I meet wonderful teachers that helped me to build up more the language. On my sophomore year I felt that I was ready to exit the program so I took the risk and I started taking regular classes. Since I was a freshman I was always involved in after school activities and clubs. I liked the idea of socializing, meeting new people, and learning new
My story started the day I step foot in the United State, October 4, 1994. I was lost in an unfamiliar world. My only academic guidance was my father who was a Certified Nursing Assistant. My new family was also composed of my stepmother, my 16-year-old brother, my 10 years old, and my 4 years old sisters. I spoke very little English, and my body was experiencing a culture chock for the first time of my existence. Finally, I was given a counselor while
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.
Affected by my family, my background, and everything around me, I was born in a family who is the first generation to get here. My grandmother, and my parents, along with some other relatives, moved here in search of better opportunities, like those from other countries for the same idea. They started out fresh but had a hard time to get started, when I was little, I assumed it had to be somewhat easy, but for people who do not know English it is like starting from scratch, but they did well, they’ve made it.
Moving from one country to another country is very hard; Leaving your family and friends behind and starting a new life in another country. At the age of 12, my family and I moved to America for better education. I learned if you want to be successful, you have to work hard to achieve your goal. I learned that my parents gave up their business and their houses to come to America and give my sister and me one of the best educations possible. There are lots of differences when compared America to India such as language, people, law, school, etc. When I moved here I changed for a better person because I want to achieve something in life. There are many things that helped me mature as a better person such as my family, friends, high school life, and teachers.
There are many challenges that one must face as we go through life. I have faced a few myself, however, none proved more challenging than moving from my country; Jamaica, to the United States and subsequently moving to the state of Wisconsin. Deciding to leave behind family and friends is the hardest decision to make, however, there are a few things that I was not prepared for that made the transition more challenging than expected. Moving away from all that is familiar culturally, socially and economically can be even more of a daunting task than imagined. There are things that are taught to us by our parents and others that are more dictated by our environment than anything else, so when I immigrated to the United States I had three major challenges to overcome.
Coming to a foreign country is a daunting experience. When I first moved to America, I had to leave everything behind such as, - my family,friends, and life back home. Although I welcomed the change, I was also afraid. This fear hovered over me for a long time before I had the courage to let it go. My experiences, both good and bad, allowed me to break out of my shell, become a leader for my family, and strive against all the odds to achieve my goals.
New country means new language, new culture, new people and different lifestyle. I never thought of being somewhere where you don’t know the language and people. For my parent and me the difficult part was learning new language. Since, I and my sister were going to school, so we knew Basic English. But for my parents adopting new language after so many years was really tough. Since, my dad had his own business, he also had to take care that before we move to us.
Moving to a different country at a young age can be a challenge, especially when most of my friends and family are not coming with me. I moved to the United States when I was eight years old. When I landed in Michigan in 2006, everything was new to me, the culture, the language, and the people. Coming to America was cultural shock to my system.
Since I still wanted to make friends, I desperately continued to try to break down the barrier between my peers and I and I slowly began to succeed. As I began making more and more friends, my experience in the U.S. started to become a happier one. Although there were still many things about American culture that I did not understand, I chose to face my fears head on which lead to a more content life. I realized that no matter where you are from, what obstacles you had to face, or what social class you belong to, coming to America gives you an opportunity to build a new and better life for you and your family. The journey to learn this lesson was not an easy one, but I’m glad I learned it.
Personal narratives allow you to share your life with others and vicariously experience the things that happen around you. Your job as a writer is to put the reader in the midst of the action letting him or her live through an experience. Although a great deal of writing has a thesis, stories are different. A good story creates a dramatic effect, makes us laugh, gives us pleasurable fright, and/or gets us on the edge of our seats. A story has done its job if we can say, "Yes, that captures what living with my father feels like," or "Yes, that’s what being cut from the football team felt like."
My parents journey from Vietnam to America has impacted me emotionally through out the years by the stories they tell me. For them to say their aspiration was to come to America to have greater opportunities, for there family is breath taking. Without my parent’s journey and stories, my identity would be so plain and incomplete.
Growing up in the Caribbean Island known as Saint Martin. The lifestyle is completely different compared to living in the United States. You could imagine that you’re living in paradise. I came to the USA because my mother and I weren’t on good terms at the time. St Martin is less violent, less racism and the education is more evolved on certain level meaning schools hours are longer than in America and children starts school at the age of 2, and also racism isn’t issued example: Blacks, Caucasians, Asians would get along perfectly; the distances was shorter I used to walk to the store or to go the beaches or meet up friends, transportation is totally different and bit more organize and less confusing. To have been able to grow up in an amazing
Who I am today and my story all started to form from the day I sat on a plane to the Great White North back on September 16, 2001. My family’s journey to Canada was a rough trip. We were all alone in a new world ready to start all over, with no language skills fitted for the place or a place to stay. Back then it was only; baby me at the age of two, my bigger brother David who was just turning six and my two lovable parents. However, we made it, moving to Toronto, Ontario. We all managed to find our places in the world until we got suggested to move due to legal reasons a place called Saskatchewan, they told us Saskatoon would be a good place due to it being small and friendly, so we did as we were told. Saskatoon turned out to be just as good
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.