I was born in the Dominican Republic, November 2, 1982. I lived and grew up in a countryside where everybody knew each other. My childhood years were full of wonderful experiences where I felt loved by my parents and my family. I went to school around 6 years old. I had to walk around 30 minutes to get there from my house. My father was a farmer who had to work long hours in order to sustain our big family. My mother was a housewife; she was in charge of taking care of us. I have five siblings, three boys and two girls. I remember that at that time we did not have many things in our house. We did not have electricity and also we did not have a service of water. I remembered that my father had to go to the river to get water for the necessities of the house. At that time my family was very poor, but my …show more content…
My middle school years were fabulous. I had great memories of that time. I remembered that during that time my father continued with his education. He went back to school to become a teacher. He pursued his dream to have better opportunities in life and he started working as a teacher, but unfortunately the department of education sent him far away from home to work. I remembered that he left on Mondays and then came back home Fridays. My mother recalled that at that time she continued working in the farm because the money that they paid my father as a teacher was not enough to sustain our family. My mother is a woman who grew up working since she was a child. She always told me that her father dropped her from school when she was around nine years old because he wanted her to help him
For at least 5,000 years before Christopher Columbus "discovered" America for the Europeans the island, which he called Hispaniola, was inhabited by Amer-Indians. Anthropologists have traced 2 major waves of immigration, one from the West in Central America (probably Yucatan) and the second from the South, descendant of the Arawakan Indian tribes in Amazonia and passing through the Orinocco valley in Venezuela. It is from this second source that the ancestors of the Taino Indians who welcomed Columbus on his first voyage originated.
I was born in Port-Au Prince, Haiti in the summer of 1993. It was only my brother, mother and I living there in a big house in Haiti. My dad was already out the picture before I was even one. My mother and father never really got along after I was born so he left us. I don’t remember much about living in Haiti, I only heard stories of the reason why we left Haiti and moved to Miami,
I have a long time friend from Puerto Rico. We both went to the same bilingual school in Santurce (a sector of San Juan), we both were from “the states”. He from New Jersey and I from New York. We were in the same class throughout middle school and high school until we both graduated. After our graduation, which commonly happens to other classmates, we both went our separate ways in life. Thanks to social media, we reconnected about 10 years later and discovered that we lived in close proximity to one another. We mostly keep in touch through social media and make it a point to meet up at least once a year to “catch-up” in person, if it is possible ,usually during the holidays.
In the year 2000, right before the start of my 5th grade year, I moved to the Dominican Republic from the United States. My parents wanted to raise my sisters and me there. I had to start a new life, a new school, and make new friends. Making the transition from the United States to the Dominican Republic really wasn’t difficult because I spoke Spanish at home with my family. In fact, I was a good student, often earning honor roll and getting diplomas for having good grades. I moved back again to the United States in my junior year of high school, because my parents wanted me to go to college in the US. It wasn’t easy; I didn’t know anybody, I had to make new friends again, and I wasn’t familiar with the life over here. I only spoke a little bit of English, because I had spent many years taking classes in Spanish while in the Dominican Republic. To help me pick up the language again, I decided to take regular classes instead of english as a second language because I thought this strategy would help me learn more English and get accustom to the language.
The Dominican Republic is a nation located in the Caribbean Sea and shares the land with Haiti, and the whole island is called Hispaniola as it was named when Christopher Columbus discovered it during his first voyage in the year 1492. The country has proved to be one of the leading Caribbean countries with accessible healthcare to its citizens and even expats. However, the country has a multinational population with low-to-medium incomes and multi-level access to healthcare based on income. Despite this, improvements to healthcare system can lead to better medical outcomes to all the citizens and even to the suffering citizens of the Haiti. Because the Dominican Republic is an immediate neighbor to struggling Haiti, it is the moral obligation of the Dominican to provide Haitians with access to healthcare.
Language can sometimes make us feel not resembled. As it was written on the original piece, Elizabeth didn't like to speak Chinese because it made her feel uncomfortable and sounded ugly to her. I can relate to the author because I am a Cuban immigrant that struggles with the language. I came to the United States when I was thirteen years and was placed on a 8th grade classroom on middle school. I used to be the girl at the end of the classroom who did not have friends and never talked to anyone. It was frustrating that every time I opened my mouth to say a word everybody would laugh at me and make cruel jokes about my little English. I can say that within a couple of months I understood most of the English that was spoken in front of me,
For seventeen years, I had been living with godmother’s family in Thailand. My parents left the country to find the new job since I was nine years old. My life was
Failure is described as "lack of success". Success is defined as "the accomplishment of an aim or purpose". If failure is lack of success and success is to accomplish an aim or purpose, then I have failed a lot of times in my life. I was well-raised in a little island called Dominican Republic. I am proud to be Dominican.
I can remember leaving my home in Haiti with only my favorite stuffed bunny in hand as we drove to the airport. As I sat next to my sister I could see the plane leaving the only place I’ve ever known, take off across the Caribbean Sea. My dad brought his family to the United States to give us a better chance at succeeding in life. My parents have always instilled that we could not take this opportunity for granted and that no one in this country would give you handouts. As I grew up, I’ve seen my parents struggle and face many hardships that I work hard to not have to deal with in the future.
6th grade was not a good year. I did very little work in school and was sent home with, most of it. By 7th grade, medication for ADHD started. The medication changed my life. My mother was right, it was focused medication. I was able to do my work in school, teachers began to help me with my work and the kids started liking me. Although I may have been one of the last students to finish my work after everyone else had finished. I took my time, I had patience, and focused. I began to have confidence in myself. I worked hard and as a result got good grades. Because I worked hard. Throughout the rest of middle school, I continued to be the last student who finished my work. It was alright because I began to believe in myself. Eight grade last student to finish class work recited the poem “Somebody Should Have Taught Him”. I was not nervous at all my new-found confidence hand, given me what I needed to do my
At a Chinese auction, four people’s names were drawn for an exclusive trip to the Bahamas. The four winners arrived at the airport, ready for their tropical vacation, when at the last minute their happiness was destroyed.
This past summer, I was privileged enough to travel to the Dominican Republic through the Global Glimpse program, which has eminently impacted the person I am today. I have to confess that this trip was by far the most challenging, yet extraordinary I have ever experienced. Before going on this trip I always had an idea of what poverty is like, but I didn’t intentionally know how I would feel about it. Through this trip, I was fortunate enough to speak to different communities who were facing poverty and was given the chance to personally talk to the community of the Bejuco Aplastado, where I worked on a Community Action Project. Regardless of the struggles the orphans and locals have to unfortunately face, they never fail to put a smile on their face.
One day I entered in a Jet-Around-The-World Sweepstakes so that I could go to the Bahamas to Atlantis with my dad for a couple days. When I heard the news I was so excited that I won the sweepstakes that I entered in. I told my friend, Gabe, the news and he was so excited for me. I went home and told my dad that I won the sweepstakes and he was so happy that I won. We started packing for the trip so that we were ready when the day came.
It was a beautiful, sunny day in South Florida. I was six years old, playing by the pool with my new puppy. I loved swimming in the pool almost every day after school. I also enjoyed going out on our boat after school or crossing the street and going to the beach. My father came home one evening with some interesting news. Now, I do not remember exactly how I felt about the news at that time, but it seemed like I did not mind that much. He had announced that we were going to move back to my birth country, Belgium. I had been living in Florida for five years and it was basically all I had known so I did not know what to expect. I had to live with my mom at first, and then my sister would join us after she graduated high school and my father finished settling things. I remember most of my earlier childhood by watching some old videos of me playing by the pool and dancing in the living room. It seemed like life could not get any better. However, I was excited and impatient to experience a new lifestyle. I realized that I could start a whole new life, make new friends and learn a new language. Belgium was not as sunny as South Florida but it has much better food and family oriented activities. Geographic mobility can have many positive effects on younger children, such as learning new languages, being more outgoing, and more family oriented; therefore, parents should not be afraid to move around and experience new cultures.
It was not a single event, but a combination of complementing and informing experiences that transformed my view of the world. In 2016 I visited Cuba with a small group of students and teachers from my school. There, I witnessed a country whose people have little say in their position in life and do not have the power to effect social or political change. I felt privileged to have a say in my own country, and realized that the danger of keeping quiet is potentially losing your voice forever. In the fall of 2016, my rights, specifically women’s rights, felt threatened. Inspired by the visit to Cuba, a few of us students joined together to create a group called “Feminists United”, where we work to create awareness of gender issues in our