It was the first week of September, 1992. Bishal looked through the window of the small Ford. All he could see was flat and plain land with houses scattered around it. As they drove closer into the town, the houses became closer and closer to each other. This was the small, quiet town of Grinnell, in the middle of Iowa. “So you’re from Nepal?” asked Mike, he had just met Mike when he picked him up from the small airport just a short distance away from the town. Apparently he was part of the Host Family Program they had in Grinnell College. Every immigrant from outside the U.S who were going to college in Grinnell, got assigned an American Family so they could learn more about the American culture. “Yeah, it’s really close to India,” Bishal …show more content…
It was a really lengthy trip that took almost 3 full days, packed with tight seats, no sleep and waiting in multiple different airport transit areas. “Don’t worry,” Mike assured, “It's not much longer.” By now they had reached the core of the town. Full of tiny shops, restaurants and houses. “It's just around the block.” There it was, Grinnell College; a small liberal arts college in the middle of nowhere. Wow thought Bishal, I am already here. It felt like just yesterday when he got accepted into Grinnell. He kind of missed his home in Nepal 40,000 kilometers away, but in other ways he liked the adventure. He remembered the last time he saw his family, at the airport. They were saying their heartfelt goodbyes. “I will miss you a lot,” his sister said in Nepali. “Make sure you call us every week,” reminded his mom. And there was his dad looking at him, quiet but very proud. Then his mom started crying like it was the last time they were going to see each other, while his dad and sister hugged him goodbye. He realized that the next time they would see each other, his little sister would probably be his age. He was going to miss them, a lot. He knew then that a different chapter of his life had
The boy’s mother will take the easy way out for herself so that she won’t have to fight through the pain. By taking her own life, she will leave the boy in the father’s hands. The boy misses his mother everyday
As he looked at the picture, his eyes welled up with tears. It was a picture of him with his little sister, whom he would never play with again. Being only nine years old, he had not been through the deaths of any family members, except for his grandma he never even met, who passed away only months after he was born. But this tragedy turned him into an emotional wreck, as he would never be with his four year old sister again. It all happened in a heartbeat, he woke up on the first day of Spring Break and found his little sister lying silent in her bed, not breathing. And now, two days later, he finds himself at her funeral. The picture that stood out was of him and his sister showing off the vegetables they had picked in their garden
The following story was told by a University of Maryland senior, told to her before moving into her dormitory freshman year. The girl, an Indian born and raised in Maryland, now twenty one years old, recounted the story in a coffee shop in a dimly lit corner over a cup of black coffee late at night.
Susie’s mother opened the door to let Molly, Susie’s babysitter, inside. Ten-month old Susie seemed happy to see Molly. Susie then observed her mother put her jacket on and Susie’s face turned from smiling to sad as she realized that her mother was going out. Molly had sat for Susie many times in the past month, and Susie had never reacted like this before. When Susie’s mother returned home, the sitter told her that Susie had cried until she knew that her mother had left and then they had a nice time playing with toys until she heard her mother’s key in the door. Then Susie began crying once again.
This story is told from the view of the younger sister, Katie, who learns about life, love and perseverance through the perceptive guidance of her sister Lynn. The two sisters have a bond that makes this story heart touching and holds the 6th-8th grade readers' imagination. The format uses a child's view to gradually introduce readers to topics of prejudice, cultural differences, and hardships. The following is an example from page 34.
In conclusion, this was an awesome story. The above questions were the catalyst to the real truth that would make the brother to that little girl free at last. His son was determined to break the cycle and remedy this generational condition, although the means by which he used were terrible. But, he would get through to his father. He shed light in the dark place by first beating his father into sobriety, so that he could think clearly. He then helped his father to open up to the discussion concerning the secret he had held on to for so long. Then, he also convinced his father to burn the “Shawl” of his deceased sister. And finally, his father realized what the true story was. A story that would in turn loose the tie that bound them all together with generational sorrows.
Prompt: In 500 words or more, describe your collegiate experience thus far. How has this experience and the knowledge you've gained influenced what you plan to study? How have they influenced your decision to apply to St. Edward's?
Nancy was only four years old when her grandmother died. Her grandmother had a big lump on the lower right hand side of her back. The doctors removed it, but it was too late. The tumor had already spread throughout her body. Instead of having a lump on her back, she had a long stitched up incision there. She couldn’t move around; Nancy’s parents had to help her go to the bathroom and do all the simple things that she use to do all by herself. Nancy would ask her grandmother to get up to take her younger sister, Linh, and herself outside so they could play. She never got up. A couple of months later, an ambulance came by their house and took their grandmother away. That was the last time Nancy ever saw her alive. She was in the hospital for about a week and a half. Nancy’s parents never took them to see her. One day, Nancy saw her parents crying and she have never seen them cry before. They dropped Linh and her off at one of their friend’s house. Nancy got mad because she thought they were going shopping and didn’t take her with them.
Attending Florida Southern College was the best choice i’ve ever made in my life. Hands down. This school has opened doors for me and has granted me opportunities i never thought i’d experience. The past four years I’ve spent my time in New York at community colleges not truly knowing what I wanted to do with my future just trying to find some sense of direction and a field of work where I could flourish. My experiences at those colleges was a joke, not trying to degrade any community college because there are a lot of positive aspects of these schools, but I didn't feel engaged. I felt everyone there went to class and did the work because they felt they had to. Even the teachers seemed like they weren’t enjoying themselves. My biggest fear was having to graduate and go out into a world where I had no experience, with a degree from a college that just thought of me as another number. When I came to FSC that all changed. FSC granted me opportunities that mattered to me. I joined clubs, a fraternity, I started doing community service, became engaged with my major, and started planning ahead and preparing for my
Once the son returned home his father welcomed him with open arms. The family rejoiced that the youngest son had returned. The son begged for forgivness but in all the excitement form the father he couldn’t get the words out.
Different cultures, or environments make up how people live their lives and how they may act on a daily basis. These cultures are common all throughout the world, even throughout the different places within the United States. Going on my school trip to New York City made me aware of these cultures changes and when are plane landed back in Minnesota I was so thankful to be back to the places and faces I had always been used to.
One of the biggest obstacles I have been facing since I came to Augusta University, is my language barrier. Growing up in China, I came to the United States right before school started in August 2015. I still remembered that, at that time, I had to rely on friends to help me order my food whenever I went out to eat. However, I am blessed to have all the professors and peers to help me survive the initial language barrier and cultural shock. They are extremely patient when explaining things to me, most of the time with body languages. Some of them even spent their time correcting my pronunciation with their own busy routine. I have been trying my very best to learn and adapt. I studied my academic materials both in English and Mandarin to gain
The experience that I went through a couple of years ago is what influenced me to go to
...ave me a bright pink gift bag stuffed with shiny silver tissue paper to open. Inside was a shirt that read “I’M A BIG SISTER!” I put the sister shirt on and saw everything differently. “Today marks an important day and you’re going to hold your brother even though you’re nervous, you’re going take responsibility and be the best caring, loving sister you can be”, I said silently to myself.
Chattanooga, Tennessee. Baylor School. Probasco Hall. Top floor. Room 410. I reach for the doorknob of my new room. While I turn the doorknob, I give the big wooden door a push and I feel the refreshing breeze of a new start and a new reputation.