What I am most proud of, is the fact that I am a hardworking immigrant. In today’s society immigrants are stereotyped as “not contributing to society” or “are largely uneducated” but I believe myself to be the exact opposite of that. This ignorant stereotype is a constant reminder of how hard I should work. It is always telling me to become better than I was yesterday, because how great my future will be is determined by my hard work today. I am proud because my parents left their native country , their home, to give me a better life, and education, the opportunities that they never had. I was only five years old when my mother and I immigrated, my Father was already working in the United States and had found a job stable enough to support
As an immigrant myself , my family did not have much at the beginning and just
In conclusion, Mexico is rich in every way. Its people, many traditions, many cultures, and many different foods are what make this country unique. In my case, even though I was born here in this great country, I can say that I am very proud of growing up in Mexico because thanks to that I am who I am today. No matters in which country I am celebrating these traditions and festivities makes me feel like I never left, having said that I feel very proud of being Mexican.
Since before I was born, my Hispanic heritage played a huge role in who I am and what I have achieved. My great-grandfather immigrated to this country with the desire to provide his family with a better future than his own. My grandpa grew up in Texas on the boarder of Mexico and traveled to Blue Island, Illinois as migrant crop worker. This desire passed down by my grandparents and my great-grandparents has played a tremendous role in propelling me to where I am today. Each generation sought to make the the lives of their children better than their own. My grandma received the opportunity to live in the country of opportunity from her father, and my grandpa paid for my mom to get an education. My mother pushed me to do my best in school and
The amazing political stand that my great great grandmother took as a Mexican revolutionary woman also known as an adelita is something to definitely to be proud of, because that’s another person in my family that has fought for equality. Another vital factor in my heritage is our belief in La Virgen De Guadalupe. There are portraits and other objects of worship around my house in her honor. In the living room, there’s a portrait of her and in late October and early November, we put pictures of our passed loved ones along with candles around her for Dia De Los Muertos. We pray to her and on December 12th (her birthday) we proclaim our love and gratefulness for her, and on Spanish stations you can watch celebrities singing to her at a church in Mexico
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.
As it relates to your country of origin, how do you express your sense of pride? That is difficult to answer. I used to be proud of my national heritage and that of my immigrant predecessors. However, as I get older it seems that my pride is more reliant upon things like my sense of accomplishment. George Carlin said it is silly to be proud of something that you have no control over, I agree with him.
Many immigrants face the day to day challenge of learning the primary language in a given country, making it a difficult task for them to communicate with other peers. Communication is the main component to our society, in which everyone is forced to learn the new language. The American dream is a journey to accomplish. Immigrants who enter this country come with a dream they want to pursue “the American dream,” by pursuing this dream they’ll overcome all of the obstacles brought upon them or so they believe. The American dream has only been a dream that not many individuals with different ethnic backgrounds achieve. For example, Hispanic immigrants migrate to the land of freedom and better opportunities to obtain a life that their native land could not offer. The American Dream has become a deceiving dream for many immigrants; it should no longer be the ethos for the U.S. Immigrants are deceived when it comes to the American dream since it only becomes reality for those of wealth. Therefore, leaving immigrants to realize that education is the only way to success and the American dream does not really exist.
As an immigrant, my father worked multiple hours, starting his morning in the field work picking fruits, vegetables, etc. and evening at a restaurant. The little money collected, with time, my father was able to pay for the loaned money he used for a ?Coyote? that transported him from the border to a near city with family and to cross my mother. Both parents working morning and evening jobs were granted a residency card from their field job because of their extended years of working with the company. The residency card is to be renewed every ten years and as a resident, they are to obey the laws and stay out of trouble. Therefore, allowing my parents to have better opportunities such as; minimum wage jobs, Driver?s License and renting their own home. Although my mother had the opportunity to minimize her working hours and stay home with her children she continued to work and pay a nanny because she learned to work at a very young age and has been self- sufficient since then. The Immigration and Nationality Act is also known as the Hart-Cellar Act and other immigration groups have shaped my families past by being a diverse community. The different languages used in the U.S. is an advantage for those who are bilingual and there is a high demand for bilingual speakers. Also, the work and wage opportunities there are now available for those with their
When I was twelve, my parents moved to the United States to work and make a better life for me while I stayed behind with my grandparents. When I graduated high school, my mom asked me if I wanted to come to live in the United States. I missed my parents and wanted a new and exciting experience to challenge me and help me grow. Thus, my journey began.
I am an immigrant, which I sometimes view as a privilege and other times not so much. It felt wonderful when my relatives were kind to my family because we got our visas to come to the United States. I was born in Bangladesh in a small village in my tiny house. Not the typical story you hear from many of my peers. My birth is very important to me, not because I ever celebrated my birthday. It wasn’t until I came to the United States that I realized that people actually celebrates their birthdays, but I never argued about celebrating because I knew my parents were not aware of birthday parties and because we were always financially unstable. My desire to have a birthday party made me realize that my family was economically inferior.
There is a problem with how HBCU’s in the United States are being treated when it comes to funding from the Department of Education. The history of the United States can show that it has never sufficiently supported HBCU’s with the same amount of funding as PWI’s. Insufficient funding is being provided to HBCU’s because they are not seen as a sound investment for the future advancement of American education. Unequal disbursement of funding to PWI’s only shows that HBCU’s are seen as the bottom tier of education in the nation. The United States Department of Education provides more funding to PWI’s than they do for HBCU’s because of racial bias.
Coming from a family in which I am the first generation born in the United States
I’m proud to be in America because if I was in Vietnam I would have done same job as my parents did in America. Education is what had made me become successful throughout elementary to
My parents immigrated to the U.S. in 1999. My mother came to this country first in January of that year, along with her parents and her siblings. She left behind her husband and her two daughters in search of a better life for all of us. Being away from your child even for a minute is the hardest thing to do as a mother. Not a day went by during our separation that she didn't think of us, did not long to hold us in her arms and to sing us to sleep with sweet lullabies. She fought back tears and endured heartache every day, but she knew that in the long run, this would all be worth it.
From Jacmel, Haiti my step- father immigrated to America at the young age of eighteen, my mother followed suit in 1994 pregnant with me. As a