It was December. Everything in the middle school was perfect. My friends, my grades, my relationships with my parents.Someday my mom come home with the news. She said that we are moving to the USA at the end of the April. At the beginning I was so excited because since I was nine years old it was my dream to go to the USA. I really wanted to learn English and to see this country. I was telling the news to everyone. The family and friends were so upset. I just did not think as they were thinking.They was telling me that they are going to miss me, and the time until the fly to this country we have to spent very good. Almost everyday after school we were going somewhere. Sometimes we were going to the mall, sometimes we were going to the restaurant
to eat something or sometimes we were just going for the walk to the park. Everything was perfect, but when the time to fly was so much closer I started to see that something is going on. My friends were hiding some information but I did not what and why. We stopped to meet each other everyday. We were going out together maybe once a week or two weeks. I think it was middle of April and I asked my friends to go somewhere after school, but all of them said that they can not go anywhere today because they have to study. So I just said that understand and after school I went home. I had nothing to do, so I called my grandma and I asked to meet her in the mall. When I was walking through the place we establish, I saw all of my friends standing next to the store. All of them saw me and I just walked away. They were texting me all day. They were saying that they are sorry and to do not be mad on them. But I could not forgive them because I just could not understand why they did lie to me. Since this time for a week I did not talk with them much. It was one week till my fly, but it was my last day in the school. Everyone in my class knew that I am leaving.At this day I found out why they were lying to me. My class were making surprise for me, and on charge of it was all of my close friends. They gave me the sweatshirt with short notes from everyone, and for the rest of the day we did not have any classes. I think that was one of the best day. Of course I forgive them that they were lying and not telling me everything, but later what they did for me it was amazing.
A few months before all of this I was pleased with my calm life in a local city of Taiwan. I settled there at the age of two with my family, and things were going well so far. Because I lived there for ten years, the longest time that I ever spent living in one place, I had made really good friends and was not looking forward to any significant changes although my mom had told me a long time ago, we might move to USA to settle with our uncle and grandma. My mom also told me that the other reason we move is for a better education and life there but I was not listening at that time. I thought she was just joking around because my brother and I have always expected to have a vacation to other countries. By the time I finished my first year of middle school I knew that this was nearly impossible. My family was already packing up, cleaning out the house, and reserving four airplane tickets to USA.
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.
This was back in November 2007, in India. I was 12 years old. I was enjoying my normal life. But I didn’t know that my life will change surprisingly. One day I came home from the school and my parents made decision of moving to the United States. I was totally amazed at that moment. My parents wanted move so that me and my sister can have a better life, education, and opportunity.
When my family and I got in the plane that would take us to the U.S., I was very excited. It was as if I had butterflies in my stomach. I was also nervous because I had heard of people that were turned away when they got to America because the government was not letting as many immigrants into the U.S as they had in the past. Therefore, my whole family was a little anxious. Two things could happen when we arrived at the Washington, D.C., airport. We could either come to the United States to chase after “the American dream”, or we could be turned away which meant that we would have to return to our country of origin.
It was a very cold morning on November 7th, 2000; my family and I walked into the big busy building not knowing what to expect, it was my first time ever being in an airport. It was also the first time for all of us to fly on an airplane. I was a curious six year old and the youngest of all my siblings. I would ask a lot of questions to my mom like “When will I go to school? What language do they speak in America? Will we have a big house in America?” We were all very nervous but, excited not knowing what to expect when we arrive in America. My parents took a big chance
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.
My names Chase Tate i'm 14 years old, 6 feet 3 inches and go to grey hawk middle school. I get in trouble a lot at school Teachers want to send me to an alternative school were the worst of them all go to There was kids all ages there up to 18.I Don't think I should go to this school but my parents agree with them so I have to go.My mom and dad drive me it's was a long drive it took 6 hours. We finally made it and I don't want to get out of the car. The place was terrifying it had gated fences like a prison.
When I was eight years old my mom and my dad separated. so I didn’t get to see him for a couple of years, so I found out that he was in Mexico because he got deported from the USA. So my mom was talking about going to visit him for a couple of days. So my grandpa and my grandma were sad because we were going to Mexico for the first time and they were concern about us going outside the USA for the first time with my sister’s. and we decide to go the next day. So we said by to all my family and friends the same night. So it was the next morning and we got in the car and derived from Flagstaff to the Phoenix airport and the flight was at 10 am so we were late to the gate but we got on. And couple of hours later we get into manzanillo Colima. And my dad was wading for us at the airport so I was really happy to see my dad so we went to the house to setter in and my mom lost the plane ticket so now we can’t go back to the USA and now were stuck Mexico and my family didn’t have money to send to buy more tickets to go back home. So a couple of month later we start school and it was ghetto school I have ever been to and I was scared for my life.
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.
Moving to another country and starting a new chapter of life are two of the most difficult things in life. Nobody wants to change, including me. In my country, Vietnam, people usually says that "if you have a chance to live in the United States, your future will be so bright because living in America is living on a field that is full of gold." When I was young and still as a child, my parent told me that we will be leaving Vietnam and moving to the United States in the future. When I heard that, I was so happy. Four years ago, my family and I moved to the United States with the hope of having a better future and the happiness of family reunion with my grandparent. On the way to United State, we always thought, expected, and hoped that everything will be okay and fine. After few months we have been living in the new country, problems started to happen. My parents could not communicate and understand people who spoken English because they had no chance to study English back in Vietnam. In Vietnam, they only used motorcycle. When they came here, they had to learn how to drive cars. It was really hard for my parents to find jobs since they could not speak and understand English, could not drive either. Everything was new and we had to learn and start everything from the beginning. It was really hard for my parent, including me.
On July 5, 2005 I entered the United States of America. At the age of 6, I was placed a grade lower than I was supposed to be in. During the first few years in the U.S, I had to work extra hard to catch up. English was a challenge among my family. It had always been hard to watch my parents struggle with English and made me realize how valuable education was. It inspired me to learn and strive for academic success from a young age.
My family was finally granted a visa to move to the United States and reunite with my father. When my mother broke the news I didn’t understand what was going on. I was told that we were going to move to the United States and live with my dad. It was a bitter-sweet moment because I was moving to the new country with more opportunity, but I was going to leave my family and friends behind. When we finally landed I finally saw my dad for the first time since he left. It was so weird seeing him because I don’t remember his face and only recognize his voice. I would always talk to my dad on the phone, so it was cool finally seeing who was at the end of the line face to face. My family and I traveled 7,182 miles to reunite with my
I never really thought i would have to go to school at that time but it was the only choice. I remember walking with my mom was great at that time. Soon as it was time for my mom to let me go and let me free, was at that moment i would never forget i can 't leave and i don 't want to leave. As i was watching my mom behind the gate leaving me felt like i was leaving my mom forever. I felt lonely like i had no one especially because i didn 't know english which got me even scared more. I really didn 't communicate with people and i was always alone. The most difficult situation i had was doing the homework when i would go home. Everyday i would struggle on doing the homework and especially coming from a different country and not have english as the first language was extra difficult for
That day I was so happy that I got to finally be the student of the month. When I came home from school and my mom told me good news. She told me that she was expecting!! But, after that my mom told me that we were going to move to California. Since my mom was expecting we had to move because there was not enough room in our apartment. My whole family lives in United Kingdom. So, my parents thought that it would be a good idea to buy a house in California.
It was the second semester of fourth grade year. My parents had recently bought a new house in a nice quite neighborhood. I was ecstatic I always wanted to move to a new house. I was tired of my old home since I had already explored every corner, nook, and cranny. The moment I realized I would have to leave my old friends behind was one of the most devastating moments of my life. I didn’t want to switch schools and make new friends. Yet at the same time was an interesting new experience.