My undocumented immigrant narrative I would like to tell you the story of when my grandma became a US citizen. My grandma went from chihuahua to the United States for the first time when she was 13. Her reason to go was because her mother died at age 37 and my great grandpa was not taking responsibility. She and her friend decided to go to the United States.…
My coming to america Immigration to a new country is always a difficult decision, and whoever experienced it understands what kind of sacrifices people go through. When I left Russia at 18, I thought I was going to be in paradise. I thought I was going to live the American dream like I saw in Hollywood movies. On my plane ride to Los Angeles, I thought I was going to be just like Carrie Bradshaw from “Sex and the City,” living in a big city, wearing designer clothes, and having a fabulous boyfriend. However, to my disappointment I found out that my life was not going to be what I was expecting.…
I am an Immigrant, And I am a Refugee My family choose to move But my family was forced to move Moving was hard for both of us…
What comes to mind when you hear the word “Immigrant”? Do you think of people who are living in the shadows? People who are working for less than minimum wage on the fields in scorching heat just to provide for their families? Maybe you think of people who are “stealing” jobs, who don’t belong in the United States. Whatever your opinion may be, one undeniable fact is that immigrants are here in the United States.…
Being an Immigrant in the United States is exhausting. Every day you hear the negative comments made by the privilege people of this country, you are called a drug dealer, a rapist, an illegal, an alien – the list goes on. Every day, you have to face the prejudice brought against you because of your status. In this country your voice doesn’t matter because you weren’t born here, you are just part of the background. You have to keep your head held high or else those who see you as a burden will insult you until you reach your limit.…
In 2007, I was hired by Irving Police department and completed the academy as the valedictorian. I’m currently assigned to patrol and still enjoy it as if it was the first day. The work is challenging and for the most part each call is like a new adventure. The work that intrigues me the most and I truly enjoy is narcotics interdiction.…
I could feel my ears get warm. My face burned, I cupped my hands to try and relax my body, since it was so rigid from the words that froze me to my chair. Had my teacher really just told me I wasn't going to be able to go to college because I was an Immigrant? “ I don’t mean it in the wrong way Daisy, but to get into college that’s a really big step to do. I just don’t think you're gonna be able to afford it”, she said with seriousness.…
I am a foreigner, but I feel at home here. I was born in the Philippines, a very different country from the U.S. Having spent most of my life in this small, poverty-stricken country, my perspective on life and culture is different. On September 2nd, 2009, my family and I immigrated to America, leaving everything behind to chase the American Dream.…
I was four years old when my family immigrated to the U.S. We lived in a predominantly white city. My first introduction to the American education system was a few months later when I entered kindergarten. As a recent immigrant, I had no knowledge of the English language. My memories remain of the difficulty this created for me and my inability to connect with my classmates resulted in isolation very early on.…
Growing up in a family with immigrant parents was not easy. Watching my parents freeze up every time a police officer pulled up next to them was anything but pleasurable. It was an anxiety felt by the whole family not just my parents. My parents, brother, and I endured many of these times throughout the years I’ve been growing up. Even though these were unfortunate moments, we all learned positive things from them.…
Son: I am my parent’s only child. I am their son and I was named after my father. I chose this as the first noun that describes me because I love my parents and I am everything I am today because of them. Student: I am currently a student at Perimeter college and am trying hard to get my associates degree.…
Narrative Essay It was at the beginning of my senior year when my counselor started urging my senior class to start thinking about what universities we wanted to apply to. At the time, I did not know which universities I wanted to apply to or what were the differences between a Cal State, a UC, and a Private University. I did not even know about financial aid. I just knew that I wanted to be the first in my family to attend a University and get a degree.…
Although my mother and I have had countless conversations about her previous life experiences, I was surprised at how much I did not know prior to this interview. I had never thought to ask her about what networks and resources she used to adjust to her new lifestyle in the United States. Our conversation made me realize the importance of friends, family and professionals to shape her as an immigrant parent. Growing up, she was not only a mother but a mentor to me—she supported me endlessly and helped me overcome my challenges as an adolescent. Her story begins with her life in South Korea.…
The Journey Of An Immigrant We all have a common goal in life to better ourselves and progress not to stay stuck in the same place for the rest of your life to have a future. In Mexico is hard to progress when you come from a small house with 6 siblings and a poor upbringing with an alcoholic and abusive mom while dad does everything to feed 8 kids - this why I took to journey to America. He was the youngest out the six his older brother in America doing great his house and a car with money that is all he taught during his childhood. So right After high school with the money he had been saving he bought a coyote august 10 he had to say goodbye to the little ranch that shaped who he has and to his family and friends leaving everything behind…
Feeling like an outsider in a place you consider home, is one of the struggles that to this day I still live with. June 8, 1996 was the beginning of the hectic journey of my life, I was only a year and three months when my mother made the decision to pack up and move to the United States, where my father had been living with my two older sibling. A small two bedroom house located in Galveston Texas is what my family would call home for the next couple of years. As the youngest child out of my four siblings, people always thought of my life to be perfect and spoiled; which in true honesty was nothing like that.…