Crossing The Atlantic Analysis
Crossing the Atlantic: The Story of an Indian Immigrant
I had always been a good child. No matter how much work I had, I did it. Even if I had two hours of homework, you could count on me to help you. Now that I am an adult, I realize what a wonderful childhood I had. I went to a great private school with the best teachers and students. I even had the privilege of having my very own textbooks. Those who weren’t as lucky, had textbooks destroyed by students who had them before they were even born. It might seem like all I cared about was school, but I loved to have fun. I played with my friends all weekend. My favorite activities to play outside were cricket and badminton. I wasn’t that great at cricket, but I was a formidable badminton opponent. In fact, I was so good that my friends refused to play me for fear of losing 21 to 0. When it was too hot during the summer, or too rainy during the monsoon season, my friends and I played card games. I enjoyed playing an Indian card game called “fish”, in which he goal is to get cards in a certain order. Both of my parents worked in offices, so I always got presents on holidays and my birthdays.
It wasn’t until I was in highschool that I even thought about going to college in the U.S. It seems as if the …show more content…
Crossing the Atlantic to live in a new country wasn’t cheap, so I had to start paying off my debt. As happy as they were to let me into their country, the Americans didn’t seem to like me very much. I would put more effort into my assignments and work harder than my classmates, but my teachers would give me lower grades because I was Indian. I more qualified for the jobs I applied to, but other people would get the jobs. After not being able to find a good job, I had to settle for dishwashing at a local restaurant. As I continued my education and learned more skills, I was able to get an internship at a technology
I had always been a good child. No matter how much work I had, I did it. Even if I had two hours of homework, you could count on me to help you. Now that I am an adult, I realize what a wonderful childhood I had. I went to a great private school with the best teachers and students. I even had the privilege of having my very own textbooks. Those who weren’t as lucky, had textbooks destroyed by students who had them before they were even born. It might seem like all I cared about was school, but I loved to have fun. I played with my friends all weekend. My favorite activities to play outside were cricket and badminton. I wasn’t that great at cricket, but I was a formidable badminton opponent. In fact, I was so good that my friends refused to play me for fear of losing 21 to 0. When it was too hot during the summer, or too rainy during the monsoon season, my friends and I played card games. I enjoyed playing an Indian card game called “fish”, in which he goal is to get cards in a certain order. Both of my parents worked in offices, so I always got presents on holidays and my birthdays.
It wasn’t until I was in highschool that I even thought about going to college in the U.S. It seems as if the …show more content…
Crossing the Atlantic to live in a new country wasn’t cheap, so I had to start paying off my debt. As happy as they were to let me into their country, the Americans didn’t seem to like me very much. I would put more effort into my assignments and work harder than my classmates, but my teachers would give me lower grades because I was Indian. I more qualified for the jobs I applied to, but other people would get the jobs. After not being able to find a good job, I had to settle for dishwashing at a local restaurant. As I continued my education and learned more skills, I was able to get an internship at a technology