My last 3 days before I left my country, Vietnam It was so excited when I got the visa to The United States. As an important day was coming, the day that I left my home to a new country where I have never been. I lived in Da Nang, a small city that I grew up and didn’t have an international airport. So I had to flight from Da Nang to Saigon, a big city where I studied and had an international flight. My feeling was complicated and associated with happiness and sadness. My last 3 days in my country seemed to be faster than normal. For some restrictions of immigrants, I prepared for the trip very carefully. Because of the weight limit of luggage, I had to check with the airline that how many pounds they allowed to carry on board. The airline regulations allow to have 2 packages which were 50 pounds each and 15 pounds small luggage to carry on. On the other hand, I had to check the U.S Customs regulations on their website which products are not allowed to enter the country. I considered some rules because I needed to buy some presents for my husband’s family. Since I was busy with buying some presents, my mom also helped me to pack my clothes, shoes, immigrant’s documents... My family and I flew to Saigon, where I had a flight to the U.S. After we landed, we went to my uncle’s house where all my relatives held a goodbye party for …show more content…
I had to split time to meet some friends who are my best friends since we were in College, and co-workers. As we have been friends for a long time, I wanted to say goodbye to all of them and I was lucky that I had enough time for both groups of friends. I had been having lunch with my co-worker and had been having dinner with my best friend. That was a fun reunion, we were talking and reviewing all our memory that we have had together. Everybody didn’t know when we could be get together because each of us had our married lives, so we didn’t have much time to hang
Do you know how an undocumented Immigrant lives in the United States? If not, one such immigrant, journalist Jose Antonio Vargas, wrote "My Life as an Undocumented Immigrant," published on June 22, 2011, in The New York Times Magazine, and responded the question with his life experience. He confided his secrets living in America, where he wasn 't supposed to live in. According to his words, he worked hard to enable maintaining in America, throughout, proving his value in America but just couldn 't get his documents. Vargas building his credibility base on the details of his personal affairs, convincing people to rethink about the undocumented Immigrants, and encouraging readers face the hardships and strive to make yourself better. However, towards the middle of his paper, he started to write about he 's gay weakens his purpose of the essay and
Coming to a foreign country is a daunting experience. When I first moved to America, I had to leave everything behind such as, - my family,friends, and life back home. Although I welcomed the change, I was also afraid. This fear hovered over me for a long time before I had the courage to let it go. My experiences, both good and bad, allowed me to break out of my shell, become a leader for my family, and strive against all the odds to achieve my goals.
The United States has been a host to a wide diaspora of people. Immigrants have had to transition from their familiar land to a new-fashioned foreign land that they must consider home. They bring with them the essence of their initial homeland such as customs, traditions and beliefs that inadvertently change the dynamics of culture within the United States. As a result the United States is an extremely culturally diverse nation. The continual changes or accretions that Americans encounter have always been a controversial topic depending on the experiences of individuals and communities that have immigrant populations. This essay will critically explore the impact that American culture has on immigrants within the United States through an in-depth look at cultural transition, homeland relocation stresses and modes of adjustment.
Immigration is undoubtedly the root cause for our diverse population. There are factors that contribute to the act of immigration from one’s native country to a foreign country. Factors that contribute to this consist of obtaining a better life for one’s family and acquiring better living circumstances. My family’ immigration story is based on just that. My personal immigration story dates back to the mid 1900’s. A section of my family immigrated to this country as a result of the bracero program. The term bracero can be defined as manual laborer. Author Schaefer (2015) notes that more than 80,000 Mexican nationals were brought in as braceros to grow and harvest crops. My great-grandfather on my father’s side of the family took part in the
As a kid growing up in a very abusive household my mother was a victim of Domestic Violence and for many years we were living in poverty this made it extra hard for me to handle secondary education until she decided to escape to the United States. At the age of seventeen my environment changed. The abuse stopped but we still struggled, as an illegal immigrant she was not qualified for a job and she worked cleaning houses and ironing clothes while I attended High School in Brooklyn New York.
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 family is first generation immigrants from Iraq, life coming to America was very hard. When we first came we did not speak much english. The first thing that made it so hard for us was learning a new language then having to take our citizenship test not to long after. Some of the questions that I studied for I know many native born Americans who would know the answers. This country though gave me an oppurintity that I never had before. My dad was drafted into the gulf war and during that time Sadam Hussian would have anyone killed if they did not. So my family fled to Saudi Arabia after time in the refugee camp we came to America. I feel that my story of life is so different, but I know many of us (immigrants) can relate to parts of my experiences.
At a young age, my teachers and parents taught me to believe that I could do and accomplish anything that I set my mind to. I grew up thinking that I was unstoppable and that the only limit to my achievements was the sky. However, during my second year in high school, I began to realize that I was not as unstoppable as I had thought. I began to experience the consequences of my parent’s decision of bringing me to the United States illegally. Among those consequences were, not being able to apply for a job, obtain a driver’s license or take advantage of the dual enrollment program at my high school, simply because I did not possess a social security number. I remember thinking that all of my hard work was in vain and that I was not going to
When the class was told to write an immigration story I was very biased and stereotypical toward it. I thought that it was mainly Hispanics that would be talking and writing about their stories. What was unknown to me is that anyone can have an immigration story. All my life I was fascinated with history, but I never looked into my own. I am the product of two cultures, Native American and Black. Both of my people were persecuted and still currently rejected in society. Until now I have never thought about my family’s immigration story. I asked my grandmother briefly about it, as well as my father. My tribes are the Navajo and I am a part of the Salt Clan. The other is Jemez Pueblo, descendants of a tribe from Mexico. As for my father, he is
We got off from plane and headed towards the exit. My cousins and my family case worker were already their waiting for us. I was so shocked and the same time I was so happy to meet with my cousins after 6 years. This days too when I went to airport reminds me of that day. We collect bags and headed towards my cousin’s house, I was so hungry and I asked my cousin “what kind of food you made” she knew that we love Nepali cosine so she had made Nepali cosine. We ate food after that I went upstairs to rest. I was so excited and little bit scared to be here and start my new life in USA because I knew that USA life is different than Nepalese life style, however that day was my best day ever in my life. I felt like my dream came true. I had a lot of things going through my mind. Like what am I going to do, what is best for me things like
I am an immigrant, which I sometimes view as a privilege and other times not so much. It felt wonderful when my relatives were kind to my family because we got our visas to come to the United States. I was born in Bangladesh in a small village in my tiny house. Not the typical story you hear from many of my peers. My birth is very important to me, not because I ever celebrated my birthday. It wasn’t until I came to the United States that I realized that people actually celebrates their birthdays, but I never argued about celebrating because I knew my parents were not aware of birthday parties and because we were always financially unstable. My desire to have a birthday party made me realize that my family was economically inferior.
I was born with a unilateral cleft lip and palate, this was devastating for my parents who had no idea of what was to come: years of rushing to doctor appointments, taking loans out for surgeries, having to see me being picked apart by my appearance, helping me recover from every operation, it was a burden most parents would never have to deal with. The pain of looking different was a big mountain to climb, I struggled for years with feelings of inadequacy and trying to get my physical appearance align with what was inside. Yet the NYU Langone medical center saved me. In the waiting room, I would meet many children with cleft disfigurations just like me, I was able to connect with them through the NYU medical center. It facilitated our sense of belonging, my parents were told this was the best place in the world to go for treatment. I first entered its doors as an infant, Dr. Cutting
It was time for us to leave and board the plane to America. I was very excited to get to America, I was also anxious to see my Dad who I haven’t seen in months. The flight was long, I can remember in the air was my first time feeling turbulence, whoa let me tell you it was a scary one it felt like the plane was about to crash. I was anxious for the plane to land. When we arrived we exited out the plane and head out to the train inside the airport in order to go to U.S. customs and border protection, to get our documents sorted out, so that we could enter the country.
United States usually known as the “melting pot” and it is a typical immigrant country. In the past 400 years, United States has become a mixture of more than 100 ethnic groups. Immigrants bring they own dream and come to this land, some of them looking for better life for themselves and some want to make some money to send back home or they want their children to grow up in better condition. Throughout the history there’s few times of large wave of immigration and it is no exaggeration to say that immigrants created United States. For this paper I interview my neighbor and his immigration story is pretty interesting.
Immigration has always been a large conflict people have faced all across the world. There are plenty of reasons why people migrate to a country, whether it may be the United States or any other particular one. Many people often come in an attempt to escape poverty, crime, or to simply have a better opportunity to better their lifestyle. Although there are people who migrate and commit severe crimes, there are others who sacrifice themselves in order to live a better life. In addition to that, I believe the government should approve new immigration laws in favor of immigrants who come to better their life and achieve their dreams.