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My American Life 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 …show more content…
Language is always a barrier for me, so I don’t really say or talk much. In my head, I know what are they talking about, but I find it hard sometimes to response or answer back. For the past 6 months that I have been working, I build confidence in myself to finally speak up, talk more, and communicate with everyone. It is not hard as I thought it would be. I even have people tell me that they actually like my accent, and some people say that I do speak English well, so there’s no need for me to worry about people making fun of me. Of course, if there’s a positive criticism, there will always be negative criticism. But that didn’t stop me or discourage me just because people say mean things. I see, and communicate with different people every …show more content…
We did not grow up with my mom, so both sides would have to adjust on each other, and things that we plan for didn’t really go the way it’s supposed to be. It’s been four years now since the last time I talk to my mom and see her. My brother and I need to push ourselves and work hard in order for us to survive. It’s hard for us to live on our own because we don’t have family or relatives here in California. Despite of all the trials, and problems that we have to deal with, I decided to go back to school because I see it as a good opportunity for me to move forward with my life, and also for my future. I studied Medical Assisting and got my Associate Degree as well, and still continuing my education to study Nursing. I’m currently working as a Medical Assistant for more than one year in Pittsburg. Working and going to school at the same time is really a big challenge for me. It is hard but what’s keep me going is because of my family especially my grandparents. They are my inspiration and I want to pay them back all the things that they have done to us ever since we were born. I know that I’m still far from where I want to be, but I’m not that type of person who gives up
It was the summer of 1944 a year that would change my life. The dream I was having was abruptly interrupted by the loud voice of my mom yelling “Amante wake up!” Today was the day we were moving from Venice Italy to the great city of New York. There had been many bombing throughout Italy and we decided to pack up and live the American dream. I had been waiting for this day for years I had seen pictures and heard about America’s beauty but I couldn’t wait to see it in real life. The whole Dinardo family was excited to go, including me and my little sister Angelina. Angelina was only 8 years old. We’re seven years apart. She had golden blonde hair the color of honey and freckles dotted across her face. My dad walked excitedly into my room telling me that
I can't believe it when my mother announces that we are leaving Nova Scotia and heading clear across the country to Victoria, British Columbia. I'm going to be leaving behind all of my friends and the only home I have ever known, all for some grouchy 95-year-old grandfather I hardly remember.
Halfway through my sophomore year, my mom ran into some financial troubles. We had no choice, but to move away from my high school, and move in with my grandparents. After we moved, she didn’t have a job for over a year. I really didn’t want to switch schools. I was comfortable at my school and with my friends. My mother was willing to let me continue going there, even after we moved. I drove 30 minutes, everyday so I could go to school. It wasn’t easy, but it’s been worth it. I had to get up even earlier, I
The time was running fast and I had a couple days left to spend some time with my family and friends. At that time I realized of people I will miss, and I wouldn’t able to meet them again. Even for my parents, it was the toughest time leaving all families and friends behind and start a new life in a new place.
Every person has an American Dream they want to pursue, achieve and live. Many people write down goals for themselves in order to get to their dream. Those never ending goals can range from academic to personal. As of today, I am living my dream. My American Dream is to become a nurse, travel to many places, have a family, and get more involved with God.
My mother received a job offer from the City of Shelby in the finance department right out of college. She accepted and began working. A few years passed and my parents decided to expand their family. My older sister, Chelsey, was born May 5th, 1994. When my sister was one year old, my mother started thinking about going back to school to get her masters. “I knew it would be difficult with your dads schedule and us having your sister, but one night at dinner I brought the idea up to your dad. Of course he was on board because he is supportive of most anything that I decide to do” She said. Off to master’s school she went to Gardner Webb University. By getting this extra piece to her degree, she gained many
The first week of April 2015- my junior year spring break- while everyone else was partying at the beach would be boarding a plane that would take my family and me on a four-hour flight from my home town of West Orange to Port-au-Prince, Haiti. My Father had been longing for a chance to show our family the homeland of his ancestors, and being the big travels we are it was truly on a matter of time before we did.
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
To be an American means to go about life being yourself, doing what makes you happy, and knowing what you want to do and doing it. My past built me into who I am today, and because I chose to do what I wanted and lived my life the way I wanted it helped me become the strong person I believe I am.
“No daughter and mother ever live apart, no mater the distance between them.” Going to college may seem like a daunting experience for many mothers, dropping their child at an unknown location for four years. Many mothers have a hard time dealing with the separation, but as time goes on the process become easier. This quote is a perfect quote that conveys the relationship between my mother and I. I’ve lived on campus my entire collegiate experience and I can say my relationship with my mother flourished when I went to college. Not only did our relationship grow, but her passion to see me excel and become a better student did as well.
How many of you like to travel? Do you travel alone or with group of people? How about go to another country alone? Could you ever imagine to take a plane and fly away somewhere by yourself? Some people get freaked out just mentioning this. They start thinking about all this horror stories of kidnapping, robbery, cheating. However, there is no guarantee that it is not going to happen if you are with your friend.
“I have to go mija, it’s getting late”. As soon as I would hear those words that my mom would use to say, my eyes would get watery and would felt a lump in my throat. I knew that I had to be strong, but deep down I knew I needed my mother more than anything. Not having the woman that gave birth to me by my side every day, it made me grow up with a mind of an independent woman and made me capable of knowing how to manage stuff by myself.
It was about two years ago when I arrived in United States of America, and I still remember the day when I left my native country, Honduras. As I recall, one day previous to my departure, I visited my relatives who live in San Pedro Sula. They were all very happy for me to see me except my grandmother Isabel. She looked sad; even though she tried to smile at all times when I was talking to her, I knew that deep inside of her, her heart was broken because of my departure the next morning. I remember that I even told her, “Grandma, do not worry about me, I’ll be fine. I promise that I will write you letters and send you pictures as much as possible.” Here reply was, “I know sweetie I know you will.” Suddenly after she said that I started to cry. For som...
My family is originally from Kenya; it is the country located in the East of the African continent that borders the Indian Ocean. Kenya has diversity in its natural beauty with visitors getting the opportunity to visit clean unpolluted beaches, breath taking mountains, beautiful forests, serene lakes, scenic wilderness and even some harsh semi desert areas. I migrated to USA through an opportunity my dad winning green card this day I will never forget. I remember it was January 17 year 2000. When my dad came home earlier than usual, this was odd for him, he used to work in the coffee factory so he would live home in the morning dawn and arrive late in the evening.
At the age of 36, mom decided to return to college to obtain her nursing degree. This wasn’t a hard decision for her to make. In April before she enrolled in school, my great grandmother passed away. This major dilemma played a major role in mom’s return to school. She had taken care of my great grandmother for months before she passed away, and decided that she wanted to make an impact on the lives of geriatrics.