October 20, 2007, the day that I’m going to say goodbye to my hometown. I was born and raised in Philippines by my grandparents for sixteen years. It is heart-breaking to think that I will not see them anymore like how I used to. I was 16 years old, and it will be my first time to travel with my big brother in the airplane. Our trip from Philippines to Virginia is approximately about 18-20 hours. It is not a direct flight, so we have to change plane three times, and it is a long trip for us. I was crying the whole time when we were in the airplane. As soon as we reach our last destination which is the Washington D.C., we have no way of communicating with my mom and auntie because we have no cellphones. I was hesitant to
I remember the first time I came to America; I was 10 years old. Everything was exciting! From getting into an airplane, to viewing magnificent, huge buildings from a bird’s eye view in the plane. It was truly memorable. After staying few days at my mother’s house, my father and I wanted to see what Dallas looks like. But because my mother was working the whole day, it wasn’t convenient for her to show us the area except only on Sundays. Finally, we went out to the nearby mall with my mother. My father and I were astonished after looking at a variety of stores. But after looking at different stores, we were finally tired and hungry, so we went into McDonald’s. Not being familiar with fast food restaurants, we were curious to try American
I always dreamed about the day I will be able to come to the United States. Everything started at the age of 15 playing a soccer tournament in my country against FC Dallas. I arrived at the stadium and saw a bus arriving at the same time, I wondered who was arriving in such a beautiful bus, it was the FC Dallas soccer team U15. They were all dressed up with the same uniforms wearing head phones and the coaches started to give water bottles to the players, I was amazed because they all looked like a professional team. Drinking water from a bottle something that I did only a couple times in my all life living in my country. My team had barely had enough uniforms for us to play the game and they even had uniforms to get
This was a very interesting and informative article. The growing number of immigrants highlights the importance of a course like this. I appreciate this article as it shined light on many of the struggles ELL deal with daily. It takes time, patience, support, and courage to learn another language. For me, reading this article reminded me of my journey to America and the struggles I dealt with as a student. My parents did not speak English and living in community as a minority had its pros and cons. I learned the language faster, however, I was stigmatized for the way I spoke and learned by certain students and teachers. Many teachers did not know how to deal with a student like me which hurt my progress. For example, a teacher told me I should know the meaning of a word when I asked for its meaning on a
Coming to a new country at an early age can be very challenging. I was feeling nervous when my parents told me that Cuba was going to be in the past soon. Now, I did not know what to expect; in my thoughts were the danger and consequences of such a crazy trip. The fact that the rest of my family will be staying behind horrified me. My parents inform me the same day of the journey that we were leaving on a boat to America. Although, I was shocked with the news it did not break me apart to want to quick departing from Cuba. Settling down in a different place can take years of accommodations. Finding a job when the only language is Spanish makes it harder to decide whether to leave or not. It did not matter the cons or the pros,
At the age of twelve, I left the woman I love the most in Vietnam to start a new life with my dad in the United States. I was always wondering why my mom decided to stay. But as I have grown up, I realized that she sacrificed to stay there. Two weeks in the US, I started poignant homesickness. I cry, cry a lot, almost crying every night . Crying because I miss my mom, friends, neighbors, remember the crowds and smog choking motorcycle which I hated when I was at home, I miss my homeland. I remember the first day I went to an American middle school, I was clueless, difficulty in communication and the people around me have different cultures, and ethnicity. When in Vietnam, I felt so confident and proud of myself. But in the United States, I started isolating people, I felt inferior and started developing a shell to cover myself from the world.
I was born on March 10th 2000 in my home country, Pakistan. I lived in Pakistan for the first 8 years of my life. I was blessed to grow up around loving parents and a loving family. All my past memories of living in Pakistan consists of being spoiled and playing with my cousins all day without having to worry about a single thing. Little did i know that my life was about to completely change when my mom told me that we were going to move to America to life with my dad. We left Pakistan and arrived in America on May 21st 2008,and after 3 months, my dad enrolled me into 3rd grade.
New people, new environments, a new life was all approaching sooner than ever. Accustomed to a traditional lifestyle for over thirteen years in India, I was about to undertake the most life changing experience; moving. Excitement was at a peak level, until there came to be only a couple days remaining for the last few moments left to spend in my homeland. I was embarking on a new journey to America. Nervous, yet more ready than ever to commence all the new opportunities I was soon to be granted with.
I was fourteen years old when a new life started for me. My mother came to the US searching for a better future for my sister and I, she left us with my grandmother when I was only two years old. Sometimes, a new beginning sounds scary. I had lived my entire life in El Salvador, surrounded by my family and friends, and now the moment to leave my country had come, I was to leave my home to come to the US to reunite with my mother. It was not an event I had envisioned, it was rather something that I saw far from happening. Though reuniting with my mother was a very important moment for me, I was facing a tough time in my life because I was leaving most of my relatives, friends and everything I knew behind, to start a new life, to start from scratch.
It was a crisp chilly morning and the sun, oh the warm sun shone through the tree right in my bedroom window like a elegant diamond ring, but the sun couldn’t give any warmth in my situation as cold as it was, and the sky the beautiful sky was as blue as the sea! The oak tree wa so enormous it reached the great high heavens! With no leaves it seemed not
This is my story of how I got the chance to come to America. My parents left me and my siblings at a tender age and they came to America. We stayed with some of our family members before moving out to stay on our own. It wasn’t easy, but we passed through it. We are in Ghana and my parents living in America was not easy and that was my hope that one day, they will take us from the struggle (relatives
Even after I realized the people I will miss, I developed a strong feeling that my family 's move to America would welcome me with a better future. After spending fifteen years in Cameroon, I moved to an environment that was totally different from the one I came from. I knew that this would be my biggest fear I would have to overcome. As a new eleven grader in a place where Cameroonians were rare, I felt as if I was an outcast in the classroom. Being from another country, with a different tongue of speaking, I was
International organization for migration asked my family to help come to United State Of America after being in the camp for thirteen years. After three month of process and medical examination we flew to united state on 4th of December. Many difficulties comes on the way to United States. For example, It was first time I flew in a aero plane and was , nervous. Didn’t know how to find a seat, didn’t know how to use restroom inside the airplane. didn’t went restroom for eight hours. On the way I get to know lot of people from different culture and different countries. Experience new thing in life is always a joyful things to do. After being in the United State I had to struggle to fit in the society and school. I still remembers my first day of school being afraid of people, everybody staring at me, not knowing what to do. First day of school was tough. Not knowing about new school gets more tough. After few days of school I started making friends so, it get more comfortable to be in school. As I understand my journey of life gets more easier in the United State then I aspect.
My most memorable moment was the day I came to America. I remembered it like it was just yesterday. It was on June 21 2011. I did not go to bed the night before, I stayed up and talked to my friends and family all night. I was so excited to the point that I didn’t want to close my eyes because I was afraid that when I wake up it would’ve all been a dream. I was waiting for this day ever since I knew myself. It was about 7 o’clock in the morning when our ride arrives and we packed our luggage and setoff for the airport. When we arrived at the airport we got our tickets and checked in our luggage. I spent a while with my mom until it was time for me to go inside to wait to board the plane. This was my first time in an airport and my first time travelling by plane.
I remember what the feeling of leaving friends and family behind. I remember the feeling of having the last look at my school and home. Now I am here, United States of America. I carried my dream and future to this unfamiliar land, facing challenge by challenge. Of course I am not getting through this on my own, different mentors appeared in my life to shape me and ready me for those obstacles.