I came from a very small rural town in the deep south of Virginia, however, it was not that stable. Growing up me and my younger brother have dealt with parent dealing and doing drugs constantly, which continues to this day. Therefore, we were pushed off onto our maternal grandparents who were naturally the best that could have happened. They provided for us, helped us learn to rely on each other, and raised as just as we were they own. However, since they were in there golden years, it did force us to learn things on our own. For instance, if I needed help during a subject in middle school I would have to figure it out myself because both my grandparents were not the best at trying to help, they often just got frustrated easily and yelled.
Growing up, the biggest challenge I faced was being a first generation Latina student. My family came from an extremely rural neighborhood in Guanajuato, Mexico called La Sandia. Both my parents achieved up to 5th-grade education in their hometowns. They decided to sacrifice their lives in Mexico to provide a better life for their family and then decided to migrate to the U.S to achieve what many people consider the American dream.
I was born and raised in the greater Washington D.C. metropolitan area. I come from a middle-class family and have two brothers and one sister. Growing up, my parents made great personal and financial sacrifices and took on expensive loans for my high school education. For this I am forever indebted and extremely grateful. I truly believe the importance placed on my education along with the quality of schooling has greatly shaped the person I am today.
I have always grown up around the influence of hard work. My mother and father’s life together began off to a rough start. My mother got pregnant at the age of 20 with my brother. Her family was not very supportive of it; therefore, she was on her own. She used to tell me about how she would sit and cry in a one bedroom apartment that she lived in with my brother wondering what she was going to do. Although she had to grow up faster than she
My parents sometimes got the notion that they knew everything in my life. They constantly advised me to eat my vegetables, do my homework, and put the toilet seat down after going to the bathroom. Yet, I felt as if my mother and father never understood what I went through in school due to the fact that they grew up in a totally different country. I’m sure that if I were raised in an Asian country, no one would pull their eye sockets back and start singing some gabble that didn’t even include a real character in any Asian alphabet, because we would all have the same face. My folks just moved to the “land of opportunity” in hopes of getting me a bright future; a land that has high school kids shooting up fellow students and teachers. Some future.
I would say that my childhood was very different from most children. For me, there really was no stable place that I would consider to be my true home. Due to my dad’s job in banking and finance, I have lived in Chicago, San Francisco, Boston and now Connecticut where I currently reside. As a child growing up, I remember very well, those feelings of nervousness and anxiety being the new kid in school. I would share to my classmates that I had just moved from a prior city and have lived in “this place and that place” and they would stare at me in awe. They had thought that I had the coolest childhood and was so fortunate to see all of the United States. However, for me, that was not what I wanted. I wanted stability. I wanted to develop a core
I was born and raised in Tallahassee, Florida. My mother was born in Taiwan and moved to the United States to continue her education when she was in her mid- twenties. My father is from Fort Walton Beach, Florida. My parents have different cultures, and as a result they have completely different backgrounds. When I was growing up, I had a hard time reconciling these different cultures. It was difficult for me and my sister to know what to do in many social situations because our primary schema (our parents) would act completely different in similar social situations. When I would ask my parents for advice, they would give me contrasting suggestions. As I grew older, I started to realize that both my parents were right, even if they acted like opposites.
I grew up in a remote small village in southern China with my two sisters. Both of my parents are uneducated, raising three of us was not an easy duty. Money has always been tight, I can still remember those days we were struggling for food. The desire of food was our biggest concerns. Schooling never was the top priority to any of us, no one care much about education.
Both of my parents came from broken homes and unstable family environments. As I mentioned before, family defines a lot for us later on in life. It helps us understand inform what it is we aspire to do with our family or what it is we do not aspire to do with our family when that day comes. My parents have been married for thirty plus years despite the chaos, feud, instability, grief, and confusion they experienced in
I was born in a small town of India.I come from a family backgroung where no one ever went to college .My father was'nt that well educated so he always wanted to bestow us with the best education he can , because he suffered alot and servive all hardships.
Jones Creek, Texas is where I live and grew up. Go to a high school with students, who don’t try to do something then work at the plants. Live in a trailer that is hanging on by a nail, hate to admit it, but I love that place. My life experience has taught me to appreciate what I have, and not what I don’t have. My dad’s a mechanic and my mom’s a lunch lady at an elementary school. So, that means income is weak. Neither of my parents went to college, they both dropped out of high school. I work hard to get places, in and outside of school. My sister is a stubborn, hot head, so I learned to walk away from an argument and to be patient.
My upbringing was similar to those who grew up back in the days, however, it was not as traditional. In my household there was my mother, father, and brother. My father ran his business outside of
Where a person was raised could impact and shape that person into who they are presently. Every location is different in its own way and teaches a different variety of lessons. Growing up, I got to experience two very different neighborhoods. My mother lived on the Northside of Fort Wayne, Indiana and my father lived on the Southside. The two neighborhoods I grew up in shaped me into the person I am today. I’ve learned to be proper, how to make and manage money, and the importance of education.
Former Secretary of State Madeleine Albright once said, “As a leader, you have to have the ability to assimilate new information and understand that there might be a different view.” The statement seems simple enough, but in order to fully appreciate it, an understanding of a fairly uncommon word is required. This word is assimilation. Though at first glance assimilation doesn’t appear to be too daunting a term, its diverse definitions play a significant role in more domains than many would initially anticipate.
How is your family different than the family in which your parents or grandparents grew up? What impact do you think those differences had or have on each family?
I was born in Spokane Washington and lived my first three years on a reservation with my mother and my father. When I was three I also started my modeling career until I was fourteen. When I was four my mother remarried and her husband she was with adopted me she was with him until I was five or six. The pieces I do remember from this time were not ones I care to speak about; they still haunt my dreams. I can tell you I was scared of him and still have a hard time speaking to him still today. When I was ten my mother moved me to Portland Oregon for a year. She then decided to move my sister and me to Southern Idaho to keep me out of trouble. She said Portland was no place for a soon to be teenager to grow up. Had she known then what she knows now I think she would have kept me in Portland. I do not remember a lot of the details of my life until I moved to the little town of Filer, located about 160 miles south of Boise Idaho.