Winter is the last season in a year among the four. It is like a immaculate bride who has a beautiful white dress on her. But to me, winter just like a vicious witch who put magic on me and made me had a bad start in USA. My family immigrated during the winter and it brought changes in my life and my personality. It is a sign of starting new. In this new place, I have enjoyed a certain level of comfort like making new friends and seeing new things. But, every day, I still had to grapple with language difficulties, cultural gaps, and day-to-day life issues. Especially about associating with people, social aspect became one of the most challenging thing I have to conquer and it was a torturous memories. Being an immigrant teaches me deeply…
The wealthier first class immigrants, received little to no hassle from public health physician. The second and third class were considered poor and they were discriminated. They went through the “short arm inspection” were hey had to reveal themselves in front of the doctors for their physical.…
Many of them are being judged by who they are and where they come from and by that they are not treated to illness. The illnesses that these migrant patients have are from working out on the field and because of that they should be treated and acknowledged. There needs to be more solutions to this problem and less…
When I was 5 years old my uncle used to tell me all his stories about when he was a Border Patrol agent and how he search for people that sell drugs or pass without papers. When considering a career in Border Patrol, i must carefully look into the responsibilities this will entail, the skills one must have to succeed, plus other important aspects such as working conditions, salary, and the future of the job; however, just as important is to carefully seek out The University of Houston Downtown that will best prepare me for this profession.…
I am a temporary migrant. My father told me that I should extend my horizon and feel the different culture to open myself, because he knew I am unsociable. I think it is a pull factor because it's so hard for me to join the competitions in China. But I do not intend to immigrate to Canada, leaving home is not what I want even if I left home all the time.…
My father is a Sicilian combat veteran from Brooklyn and my mother is an immigrant from El Salvador. The disparity of their backgrounds is immeasurable, but their lives have impacted me greatly. They divorced when I was 3, but their relationship is unbelievably strong. I lived in a diverse environment, speaking different languages and existing in polar opposite lifestyles. The dichotomy molded me and influenced my character, perspective and state of being. Under my father’s roof, I endured a military-style upbringing-but the love was apparent. I was encouraged to play sports and excel in my academics. I am competitive in nature, and exceeding was always my aspiration. However certain events have caused me to falter, but I now understand that the duty of each human is to delegate their time for the advancement of the species and if no one holds you responsible, it is imperative that you do so.…
A recent event in my life where I felt proud was getting enough money to help my parents pay for bills and succeed and pursue "the american dream". I started to work for HoneyBaked Ham part time since I was eligible to work. The paychecks felt great and giving them to my parents was felt better. As my sister and I get ready for college, the money got tight and I did gigs on the side. I did everything from landscaping to repairing phone screens. Felt stressful but, mind over matter right? Thats exactly what my parents thought when they moved overseas to the new world. I felt a huge sense of pleasure as I could see stress lift off their shoulders when I gave them the money This would help me in college because I know I can give myself the extra…
I belong to a community that praises hard work and intellect, always striving to earn a better life. This community is the first generation immigrant community. Since I am the oldest sibling, I am designated in the unique role in my family as a cultural advisor to American life, an overachieving role model to my younger brother, and the face of my parents’ source of pride. I view my situation not as an impediment, but as a catalyst for my business and public service aspirations in the future. Education has always been stressed even when I was in elementary school. I would spend all evening working on supplementary reading problems and critical thinking math problems, assuming that this was what my American peers did when they got home. I have…
As an Immigrant, there were many challenges I faced whether it's related to language or understanding the culture. My family moved to United States of America when I was in 6th grade. I was always told by my parents that building a successful career is very important. This idea of building a successful career never stuck in my mind until the junior year of high school when I all sudden all the teachers and counselors started talking about going to college build a career in a field that you were interested in and also important to you.…
Growing up in an immigrant household came with many difficulties. Learning English was very easy for me because I was always in daycare but coming home was hard because I could not communicate with my parents. Trying to communicate with my parents was very difficult and frustrating. Even though it was at a young age, it was difficult to live in a household who only spoke Spanish.…
I am a first-generation immigrant, who have struggled with cultural identity because I grew up with two different cultural values. My childhood consisted of seeing people who look like me and who identified with the same cultural ideas; however, after moving to southern California, I witnessed a diverse population with different cultures. My cultural influences come from my parents and peers and the media, so I feel conflicted between the traditional and conservative culture of my parents and the liberal and open-minded values of my peers.…
The day started off as any normal day. My mother woke me up and said “we must go.” Her voice sounded very urgent for what I thought was just a trip to the grocery store. My mom laid my outfit on my bed and packed by book bag; that’s when I figured out that I was starting school. I wasn’t entirely oblivious to the fact that I was going to familiarize myself with a completely different environment, but I just thought I had a little more time to prepare. Well, it turns out that I was wrong. You see, I wasn’t your average pre-schooler who was nervous about making friends. I was the immigrant child who had never spoken a word of English.…
I grew up in a primarily white middle-class suburb in Dallas, Texas. I was a millennial boy living the American Dream along with his immigrant parents. My neighbors were good people, I lived on a cul-de-sac playing sports and other classic games like tag. I was the only foreigner in my neighborhood (Turkish-American), but I felt as though I fit in.…
When I was thinking about doing this interview with someone who was an immigrant, I thought I didn't know anybody. Then I remembered that my friend Ben’s parents were immigrants. I have never thought about his family being from a different country before. I decided to interview his grandma because I thought she might know a little bit more about immigrating here and how it affected her life.…
Have you ever imagined that one day you had to live in a new country? You are surrounded by new people. You have to communicate to others by a new language. You have to do a bunch of things that you have never done before. How would you feel at that time? That was my story of the first days I lived in America. To me, those days were the most difficult time in my life up to now. Sometime, I even felt very stressful because of struggling with my new life. However, I did learn of lot from that. Now, I am going to tell you how I experienced the stressful time and some useful ways that I did to reduce my stress.…