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One of my earliest childhood memories was my maternal relatives, my mother, and I embarking on the process of leaving our homeland; waiting for hours in lines that never seemed to conclude everytime we go to the American embassy, hiding from the check ups and formidable butt shots that my older cousins told me about, and experiencing the thrilling first flight during the typhoon season. I was born in the Philippines which is recently known for its greatest export: its people. More than a million filipinos leave the Philippines every year for employment, usually as: seamen, nurses, domestic helpers, etc. During my younger years, I hated having to move back and forth between the Philippines and some place else. On the other hand, as I grew older, I began to understand my parent’s perspective and that emigrating from the Philippines was more advantageous than disadvantageous for my family. To start with our first move to the …show more content…
At the time, I did not know and speak a word of English. At home, my family would only speak Tagalog, so I never learned English at home except from television; they wanted us to preserve our culture instead of assimilating to the ideas and beliefs they found unbecoming from what they have observed such as: talking back to our elders, not following what our elders commanded, and other rebellious behaviors. I think, my grandmother hoped I would learn as soon as I began attending school and she agreed with the idea of my cousins and I not completely assimilating to American culture. One day, my older cousin, Kevin, forced me to talk to a neighborhood girl playing outside because he did not want to play with cry baby Kate, but I did not know how to communicate other than ha gestures. My grandmother and my dad would not be impressed by my cousin’s behavior. Luckily, after that encounter, that neighborhood girl became my friend and taught my cousins and I how to speak English by
In my younger and more vulnerable years, my parents and I immigrated from the Philippines to America in search of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. It wasn't until I started maturing did I notice the obstacles I overcame, the accomplishments I achieved, and the objectives I set for myself that significantly contributed towards the achievement of my dream.
Immigration has existed around the world for centuries, decades, and included hundreds of cultures. Tired of poverty, a lack of opportunities, unequal treatment, political corruption, and lacking any choice, many decided to emigrate from their country of birth to seek new opportunities and a new and better life in another country, to settle a future for their families, to work hard and earn a place in life. As the nation of the opportunities, land of the dreams, and because of its foundation of a better, more equal world for all, the United States of America has been a point of hope for many of those people. A lot of nationals around the world have ended their research for a place to call home in the United States of America. By analyzing primary sources and the secondary sources to back up the information, one could find out about what Chinese, Italians, Swedish, and Vietnamese immigrants have experienced in the United States in different time periods from 1865 to 1990.
I was born in Guatemala in a city called, called Guatemala City. Life in Guatemala is hard which is why my parents brought me into the United States when I was eight months old. Some of the things that makes life in Guatemala hard is the violence. However, Guatemala has plenty of hard working men, women, and children who usually get forced to begin working as soon as they are able to walk. However, unlike many other countries, Guatemala has a huge crime rate. I care about the innocent hard working people that live in Guatemala and receive letters, threatening to be killed if they do not pay a certain amount of money at a certain amount of time.
What is culture? Culture is the idea of what is wrong or right, the concept of what is acceptable within our society. Culture serves us as a guide, taking us to the "right way" and helping us to make sense of things that surrounds us. There are many different cultures around the world. A lot of them are similar in specific ways and others are just completely different, this difference explains why we think that people from different backgrounds are "weird".
Immigrants leave their countries in search for a better life and improvement of their situation. There is no singular reason for immigration; motivations range from better economic prospects to political safety. As of late, the number of immigrants living in the United States is an estimated 11 million. Those who immigrate are expected to contribute to the United States culturally, politically, and economically. Yet, full assimilation becomes difficult to achieve when the immigrant is made into “the other” by the country of reception.
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.
My husband and I will show her where she's from. She's a beautiful mix of South East Asian and Puerto Rican. She has her whole life ahead of her and she will see it from many different perspectives. I will teach her Hindu, Creole, how to cook curry and about my favorite Bollywood movies. I will dress her in Sarees and take her to religious functions. She will be covered from head to toe in Indian gold. My husband will teach her Spanish, play her his favorite songs and teach her how to dance. I will teach her how to cook Spanish, food (dad is great at making breakfast). We will take her to Puerto Rico, one day. We'll also visit Asia. She will know the two beautiful worlds she comes from.
I was born and raised in Vietnam, so I naturally observed my culture from my family and my previous schools. I learned most of my culture by watching and coping the ways my family do things. My family and my friends all spoke Vietnamese, so I eventually knew how to speak and understand deeply about my language as I grew up. At home, my mom cooked many Vietnamese foods, and she also taught me to cook Vietnamese food. So I became accustom Vietnamese food. I also learned that grandparents and parents in my culture are taken care of until they die. At school, I learned to address people formally and greet higher-ranking people first. In Vietnamese culture, ranking and status are not related to wealth, so they are concerned with age and education.
I was fifteen when it all began; the laughing, taunting, teasing, the confusion. It wasn’t always like this. I used to be happy.
I am an undocumented student at UC Davis. When I am asked a simple question such as, "describe your personal experiences", I ask myself: Where do I begin?
Perhaps my most gratifying research experience was also my biggest research obstacle. During my early undergraduate research in Professor Paul Sternberg’s Lab, I had grown to learn how to communicate science, determine the important experiments to conduct and obtain the necessary laboratory skills. These experiences came from my project in engineering C. elegans to express a photosensitive archaea proton pump in the mitochondrial membrane to explore how we can engineer a more efficient strain of C. elegans. In this process, I learned to construct plasmids using molecular biology and learned to introduce these genetic changes by injections and genetic crosses. Each successive step, I learned to troubleshoot and optimize. The hardest task to
As an immigrant you cannot expect everything to be right in front of you. You have to work hard and achieve what you want. My whole family came here to the United States to seek a better lifestyle. Being an immigrant, and a child of immigrants is not easy. You are stepping into a whole new world, where the people and language is unknown. Every question you answer with a yes or a no. As you live on, you began to fit into the new lifestyles. But, life was not easy when we first came here. My family struggled to find a job and a house that we can possibly afford. My family tried to not focus on those issues, instead decided to focus more on education opportunities.
Pick up any newspaper today and look no further than the front page headlines. What you will read is a story about hundreds, if not thousands, of men, women, and children who have been scared away from their homes and stripped of basic human rights, like healthcare, security, and education. All over the world, people are reading this same story of families in Syria being uprooted by civil war, or schoolgirls being kidnapped in Nigeria-or migrants searching for freedom in a foreign land. As Americans, we tend to forget about the journey we all share together, regardless of race, gender, creed, or nationality. So when I think about where I am going, I can’t help but think about the events that have made my story part of a greater global narrative.
It has always been my firm belief that a man is defined by his conquests, his experiences, and the environment from which he came. I come from a war torn country that struggled for thirty years to earn independence. I was born amongst a resilient people that have endured oppression at the hands of both supposed friend and foe. I was born in the Asmara, Eritrea. Unfortunately, it is suffocated by the whims of a tyrannical regime. My parents fled to the United States in hopes that the land of opportunity would truly be an embodiment of its namesake. As a child, I knew the harsh realities that many of my people still had not escaped. It was due to this that I became obsessed with both civil and human rights, normalcies that my birthplace wouldn’t
I am by myself wearing my blue jeans and an old flannel shirt. It is cool outside but I decided to leave my gloves at home, feeling comfortable with my warm shirt and my sturdy boots.