What if you met the love of your life today? You should smile, because you’ve never been loved so much in your life. But what if they back stabbed you… Hi, I’m Nathalia Thompson. I am a workaholic who lives in Calabasas, California on her own. Why you say? Well my mother and sister live back in Spain, where the president is keeping Spain’s citizens hostage, so that gives me no way to see them or for them to come and visit me. But anyways, it had only been about a month since I moved here to America and surprisingly, I know most of the English language, I’d been taking some English courses anyways. It was hard for me to adapt to my environment and all of these changes but somehow I did, I had been used to being around my mother and my younger sister my entire life and now I was on my own. It sounded a little scary to think about but I …show more content…
Days went by and the more comfortable it was to wake up to honking cars, business woman’s heels clicking on the pavement and flashing lights. Everyday, the sun’s light reflects off of my apartment's broad windows. I wake each day to put on a tight dress which make curvaceous, voluptuous body stand out. I would walk or find a taxi to take me to work, which was at Bellissimo Magazine. I was a journalist who would take celebrity stories and write long articles but I wasn’t very experienced since I had never dreamed of getting this job. It was rare for anyone inexperienced to get hired. This was the fashion and entertainment industry and I would work hard to impress my sophisticated boss, Joan. She was a hardworking woman but she’s also become like a best friend to me, which was kind of weird to think about but it was true. People here have made me feel welcomed for more than a month now and I think it was time to move on with my life and begin new friendships and find my one true
“My name is Sadie Frowne. I work in Allen Street (Manhattan) in what they call a sweatshop. I am new at the work and the foreman scolds me a great deal. I get up at half-past five o’clock every morning and make myself a cup of coffee on the oil stove. I eat a bit of bread and perhaps some fruit and then go to work. Often I get there soon after six o’clock so as to be in good time, though the factory does not open till seven.
This is not just a story about a nineteen-year-old guy trying to impress a group of girls by quitting his job, but it is also a story describing in detail the day this nineteen-year-old realizes that sometimes, in
I wake up in my small bed rolling right off of it, groaning and brush my teeth dragging myself down to the kitchen, not even bothering to brush my brown mane of curly hair or change out of the blue ‘Panic! At the Disco’ jacket that I’ve been wearing for two days straight. I go downstairs to eat breakfast and my ‘loving’ father greets me by yelling at me and saying that I don’t deserve to eat anything. I sigh at my Dad’s fatherly tone and grab my black ‘My Chemical Romance’ beanie that holds down my curly brown locks. I love how my curly bangs hung over my brown eyes. I love looking over the city because it makes me feel like I’m dominating over everyone else. I walk to the city bus. Fancy… There were a lot of people on the bus. There was a smelly fat guy who kept eating
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
I was born in the Dominican Republic, November 2, 1982. I lived and grew up in a countryside where everybody knew each other. My childhood years were full of wonderful experiences where I felt loved by my parents and my family. I went to school around 6 years old. I had to walk around 30 minutes to get there from my house. My father was a farmer who had to work long hours in order to sustain our big family. My mother was a housewife; she was in charge of taking care of us. I have five siblings, three boys and two girls. I remember that at that time we did not have many things in our house. We did not have electricity and also we did not have a service of water. I remembered that my father had to go to the river to get water for the necessities of the house. At that time my family was very poor, but my
I remember the first time I came to America; I was 10 years old. Everything was exciting! From getting into an airplane, to viewing magnificent, huge buildings from a bird’s eye view in the plane. It was truly memorable. After staying few days at my mother’s house, my father and I wanted to see what Dallas looks like. But because my mother was working the whole day, it wasn’t convenient for her to show us the area except only on Sundays. Finally, we went out to the nearby mall with my mother. My father and I were astonished after looking at a variety of stores. But after looking at different stores, we were finally tired and hungry, so we went into McDonald’s. Not being familiar with fast food restaurants, we were curious to try American
It was the fall of 2010 and little did I know that my world was about to change drastically. We had moved back to Kenosha, Wisconsin in 2008 after living in Mexico, and I was starting to enjoy my life in the dairy state. My 6th Grade classes had just started at Bullen Middle School. It was right at this time when my world seemingly got flipped upside down. My parents had a family meeting and informed my siblings and me that we were moving to a small Iowa town called Orange City. I had feelings of nervousness, excitement, and sadness all mixed together.
My name Ameenah Yamini, I am now 18 years old. I’m a senior at Frederick Douglass High School. I am the 12th child out of all my brother and sisters. It’s 7 girls and 5 boys, I know I have a big family. I used to live with both of my parents until my daddy died back in 2012, so now it’s just my mom and me. I used to have a job at Papa Johns in Dunwoody but I had to let it go because I have to focus on my school work. All i worry about is school, nothing else.
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.
In the beginning of September 2005, disappointment and excitement revealed on my face when I boarded the plane to move to the United States of America. The feeling of leaving my families, friends, school, clothes, and culture in Cameroon presented a hardship for me on this journey. Of course, I anticipated this new life because it indicated a fresh start. I envisioned it resembling life in movies, where everything appeared to be simple and life was simply excellent. All things considered, I was heading off to the United States, known for the American dream. To me it meant that everyone is given equal opportunity to prosper, achieve a family, and attain a successful job as long as they are hardworking and determined. I felt exceptionally honored and blessed to have this open door since I realized that it was not provided to everybody. Coming to America denoted my transitioning on the grounds that I deserted my previous lifestyle in Cameroon, began a new chapter in my life once again, and finally became a much grateful individual.
My name is Odalys Almaraz and I am twenty-years old. I moved to the United States with my family almost three years ago. Chasing a dream, where my family and I could find better opportunities. It's been difficult to start all over when your life already exists elsewhere. Moving has been a big challenge for me, the challenge, that I had to adjust into my new life. It is painful to move away from your closest relatives. Mainly by the struggle of learning a completely different language. I have been studying very hard this past years, and I know that education is the key for a better life.
I drove to work that evening, thinking of all the things I should have done differently, but I knew that my thoughts were pointless. I pulled into the parking lot and stared at the storefront restaurant where I had dedicated the two previous years of my life. I couldn't help but wonder if this was it for me. My job was a good one and my co-workers were amazing. I worked with my best friends, John and Stephanie, and Stephanie had been working at the restaurant for going on 12 years. Maybe my future was to be the
It was a Sunday morning when I woke up by the morning shiver and with the sweet smell of tea filling the room. I woke up with a yawn but still laying down because I was too lazy to get up. I stood up quickly almost losing my balance when why mom yelled my name. “Come down stairs I have good news for you” said mom. I went down stairs I saw my parents drinking green hot tea and watching news on the television. I walk toward the table distracted by the chaos of different loud noises like the news, my brothers watching cartoon, and my sister whining. I greeted my parents, as I passed them I heard someone saying “can’t wait to move” excitedly.” After finishing my delicious breakfast I ask my mom, where are we moving? “We are moving to America” with
Having an isolated younger-life proved to challenge and reshape my individuality, forging me into the person I am today. When I reminisce of my childhood struggle, I find motivation and strength; I feel that my current struggle can be overcome and that I can come out of it a better person. Coming to America at age five proved to be one of the most tremendous challenges I've ever encountered. My family was well off back at the Philippines; my father was a successful manager for a construction company. But he became too old and too pained to continue such labor. Looking for a better life, we came to America with only fifty dollars and the hospitality of relatives. Speaking hardly a lick of English, I had to learn the language. For the first month in America, I would reiterate the only two English words I knew: horse and house. The laughing entertained faces of my parents when I'd boast of my new-found language excited. I went to school on the first day in a confused haze, it was hard to speak to my classmates, who spoke with such eloquence and slang. Of course, their English was elementary—literally howbeit, it was over my head. In the Philippines, everyone was best friends
Growing up in a different country can be quite challenging once you relocate to a different country. For me, coming to the United States was completely different and new. I was born here in Salinas, California but both raised here and in Mexico. At the age of one, I didn’t really know what went on with the world or just life itself, so I had no idea how different the U.S was from Mexico until I grew older. After I was born, my family and I went to live in Mexico to continue our life there. My hardworking parents always wanted my sister and I to have the best in anything. They worked hard to give us what we needed in order to have a decent life. Even though my parents were not born here in the U.S. they didn’t have to go through what most people