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At a young age, my teachers and parents taught me to believe that I could do and accomplish anything that I set my mind to. I grew up thinking that I was unstoppable and that the only limit to my achievements was the sky. However, during my second year in high school, I began to realize that I was not as unstoppable as I had thought. I began to experience the consequences of my parent’s decision of bringing me to the United States illegally. Among those consequences were, not being able to apply for a job, obtain a driver’s license or take advantage of the dual enrollment program at my high school, simply because I did not possess a social security number. I remember thinking that all of my hard work was in vain and that I was not going to …show more content…
I want to become a pediatric doctor because I enjoy seeing children healthy and happy. I know that college will not be easy and not to mention medical school, but I am determined to make it. And I know that I will because I am the proud daughter of two undocumented parents that risked everything to give my sisters and me a better future. However, my parents are no different from other parents living within our Hispanic community. Many of these parents want to see their children go to college and make the best out of their future. I am not a parent, but I am a member of our community, and I want to see more Hispanic students in college. I also want to be able to interact with my Hispanic community and stress the importance of a higher education. The number of Hispanic students in college is not as high enough, but I have no doubt that we can change that. I want to be able to educate my community that with good grades, high scores, and determination anyone can go to college, without the worry about the expense. We are Hispanic, which means that we are strong, brilliant, risk takers, humble, but most importantly, hard working, and because we have all those qualities and much more, I am certain that we can do anything and everything that we set our minds
Part Three of the book “Just Like Us” written by Helen Thorpe is comprised of illegal undocumented individuals residing in Denver Colorado. The individuals consist of a group of four Mexican young adults all with the dream of one day attending college and finally obtaining a legal status within the United States. In this portion of the readings, Yadira, Marisela, Clara, and Elissa are entering their senior year at their University and have defined the odds of successfully completing college while maintaining an illegal status. Helen Thorpe clearly demonstrates a passion in tracking individuals that are determined to become legal citizens within society; however, lack the proper advocacy and documentation to do so. Part Three of the book envelops
Immigration from the Early 1990's still affects America today. The people who came to America from different countries brought their traditions, their families, and their culture. These three things stuck with them through thick and thin and are still thriving parts of what America is today. Many immigrants came with literally nothing in their pockets and had to work their way to success. The Immigrant Experience by Thomas Wheeler tells the story of nine different immigrants' trials and tribulations of coming and living in America. Each immigrant went through different experiences of becoming American but they also had their similarities. Four things that attributed to the assimilation of the immigrants are: language, money, religion, and ambition.
Every year, about 2.8 million students graduate from a United States high school. They have dreams of going to college or to the military to have an opportunity to make something of their lives. However, each year, there is also a group of about 65,000 students who will not have that chance to advance in their lives (CIR_DREAM paragraph 1). They are unable to do so because they were brought to the US illegally by their parents when they were children, and have the status of an illegal immigrant. Despite the fact that these individuals have lived their entire lives in the US, this immigration status hinders their ability to obtain a higher education.
The focus of this paper is Shimma. His tribal home is in Sudan. He is believed to be 21 and has resided as a refugee in the USA since August 2001. He is known as a “Lost Boy of Sudan.”
Growing up in a Mexican household where education isn’t a priority or important has been one of my major obstacles that I’ve had to overcome. Although my family’s culture believes that education isn’t necessary their experiences and lifestyles have influence and motivate my choices for my future. I come from a home where I have no role model or someone influential. I have no one to ask for advice for college or anything involve in school. In most homes, older siblings help their younger siblings with their homework or projects but in my house no one was able to provide me with any help. I grew up to be independent and to do anything school related on my own. My parents are both immigrants who didn’t get to finish elementary
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.
United States usually known as the “melting pot” and it is a typical immigrant country. In the past 400 years, United States has become a mixture of more than 100 ethnic groups. Immigrants bring they own dream and come to this land, some of them looking for better life for themselves and some want to make some money to send back home or they want their children to grow up in better condition. Throughout the history there’s few times of large wave of immigration and it is no exaggeration to say that immigrants created United States. For this paper I interview my neighbor and his immigration story is pretty interesting.
For example, my dad at the age of 13 years old, he had to drop out from middle school, because his dad was an alcoholic. Even though, his family was wealthy enough my grandpa was always greedy, and he didn’t like to spend a penny on his family. So that force my dad to look for a job at a young age, because there was times when he didn’t have food at the table. When, he turned 16 he decided to crossed the border, looking for what we can call a better a life. He worked almost 12 hrs. Daily on the field, cutting tobacco, veggies, or any sorts of fruits. During the 80’s or 90’s my dad was able to get a green card, because of the amnesty that the government was able to give to any illegal immigrant working on the fields.
My my visa interview is originally scheduled to be done at the U.S. Embassy or Consulate in Caracas, Venezuela. Hence, I am currently live and work in Santiago Chile, and I want to attend my interview at the U.S. Embassy or Consulate in Santiago, Chile.
My desire for working into immigration law, falls under my experience with it at home. It deals with the realization that being separated from my family, was a fear that others have as well. With how this country is today, it is important to take the right steps regarding any legal situation. Although I love being there as a friend for those in that situation, I also want to be there as a lawyer who understands and can help legally. Helping others is something I have always loved to do, which is why this specific type of law is what I am aiming for. It is important for me to directly help diminish the fear that has been set in our society. My goal is then to complete the necessary schooling for that field and be licensed to practice law.
We were going to visit my grandmother who was deprived of seeing us for quite some time. I remember feeling like utter garbage because of a massive test coming up. I was irritated beyond comprehension because my parents were taking up the only day I had to study before the test day. The combination of anger and stress was actually starting to make me feel a bit ill, but it seemed like my parents didn’t care. Before long, we arrived at our destination, and we were quickly invited in. We all were perched on the couch before too long. My brother was on a tirade about something and my grandmother was paying close attention to what he was spouting, even though she knew it was silly and made no sense. My parents had left to grab something for us to devour in the nearby town around an hour later. I was sitting in the farthest corner of the room from everyone. At this point, I had given up on studying for the test. I figured, “It's my parent’s fault if I fail the test. How am I going to pass this if I can’t even study for
Participation has always been an issue for me. I mean, speaking up in class, giving my opinion or comments, but as I came to this country, these issues worsen. As a non-English native, I have an accent and sometimes I think that if I say something in public people are going to look at me and judge me. It might not be true, but these ideas prevent me from talking most of the time. The past few semesters I barely spoke a word in class, only if needed or was imperative for me to talk. But as this semester started, I said to myself that I have a voice which deserves to be heard and that all opinions or thoughts should be respected even if it comes from an immigrant with a huge accent. It surprised me how well I participated in this class during
I had just awoken to find myself in a forest, surrounded by large trees and unfamiliar plants, with no clue where I am, nor how I got here. I still feel half asleep, my brain foggy and my body heavy, I try to focus and remember how I got here.
Poverty is a dark and chilly fog that follows me wherever I go. Even when luminous rays of sunlight are beaming at me, it is a ubiquitous blanket that suffocates me. Ultimately, it is also the grim reaper who took away my innocence at an early age.
Throughout my life, I’ve always had big dreams and goals set for my life just like everyone else. I would constantly daydream and picture myself fulfilling my dreams. But, when the time came to actually plan out how I was going to reach my goal, I couldn’t figure out which path would lead me to my desired future. Every option I would contemplate on doing and try would somehow fail and crumble before my very eyes. After several attempts, I began to question if I was even good enough or qualified enough to go to college. To me, it seemed like the people who had a chance to make it in life were the ones with resourceful parents or the students who were in I.B or in numerous A.P courses. The possibilities of a little Hispanic girl like myself,