Ten years ago I came to America from my native homeland of Iran. I came to America as a woman with very little skills, and knowledge of the culture, and with a major language barrier to overcome. One major reason for me leaving my homeland was because wives, mothers, and daughters even in today 's culture and society are still looked upon as homemakers, minorities, and second-class citizens. Upon arriving to America, I knew having little money and a lack of family support, I felt as if my future and dreams were already doomed for the start. The first thing I did when I arrived to America was to attempt to land some sort of job so I could take care of my family. It was not easy, but I was able to secure full time employment at a local daycare …show more content…
Working and going to school fulltime, living in a new country, and learning a new language was and still is monumental task but I have enjoyed every minute of my new found success and freedom. My father told me before he died, in America dreamers turned into doers, and doers turned dreamers which make great leaders as long as the profession a man chooses is hard honest …show more content…
Upon completion of receiving my degree, I plan on applying to both the University of Pennsylvania and Texas A & M in hopes of completing my goals within two to three years. At this time my husband and I will also be trying to secure our families future by purchasing a home near my work. Additionally my husband and I are in the process of filling for a green card so my mother can become a citizen of the United States. After my mother citizenship has been approved and is able to live in America, this is when I will look into having a baby. Having at least one child would be hard but by having a great support network in place would make the situation an ideal one for my
I am the product of divorced parents, poverty stricken environments, and a blended family, but I refuse to let that dictate the outcome of my life. At the age of ten, I had to assume the role of a fatherly figure to my three siblings, so I missed out on the typical childhood most would have had. I grew up in neighborhoods where gangs and criminal acts of violence were a pervasive occurrence, but I resiliently did not allow the peer pressures of others to force me to conform to their way of life. By the age of 15, I received my worker 's permit, and that allowed me the ability to help my mother financially in the absence of my father’s income. I worked the maximum amount of hours I could while balancing my academics and extracurricular school activities. I was a scholar athlete and triathlete in high school, and although I continuously faced much adversity, I still managed to be accepted to the University of California State, Bakersfield after I graduated from high school in 2005. Sadly, after
It has always been clear to me that education comes at a cost. The cost of going to school in the United States was not a price I had to pay, but my parents. Optimistic and eager, my parents immigrated to the United States in their late 20’s determined to lead a better life than the one they had back home; they craved the American Dream. As I have grown older, I have come to understand that the American Dream was not for them, but for me. I have a plethora of educational and career opportunities that I would not have if my parents stayed in Vietnam.
You happily attend school and pick up English as a second language and then you slowly begin to learn all the negatives of your status. You first notice that you are trapped in America, you can 't return to your old country due to the fact that you have already been naturalized and all your culture stems from America. You see your friends go on vacation all around the world while you sit at home and look at Google images of the places you wish to travel too. You 're forced into poverty due to the fact that obtaining a job means you have to settle for work that is cash based and not pursuing a career of your interest. You try to escape the downward spiral by applying yourself in education but you soon realize that even if you do apply yourself you 're competing with students who have the luxury to get help from various places while you 're forced to rely on the Department of Education to give you tools to make yourself a better student. Once you do reach senior year and attempt to apply for college you realize that everything boils down to being paid out-of-pocket. Asking for financial support is near next to impossible since you are barred from student loans, federal aid, and a lot of scholarships. Much like the Native American you didn 't win the birth lottery and you 're forced to have to find means to be successful in life by your own merit and
I moved to the united states of America on February 14 2002, I came here to start afresh and begin a new life of opportunity, I must admit I never knew what to really expect other than what I've seen on television as such, it was a dream come through for me. However upon my arrival I realized and experienced that it was really as expected but in order to live a good life I had to work hard to achieve it. In my family I am the first son of my father and that automatically puts a lot of responsibility on me, responsibility on me to care for my parents, siblings and even my grand parents this has been hammered repetitively in me, we are an African family and the culture is different even the norms as well,
“You are in America, speak English.” As a young child hearing these words, it did not only confuse me but it also made me question my belonging in a foreign country. As a child I struggled with my self-image; Not being Hispanic enough because of my physical appearance and not being welcomed enough in the community I have tried so hard to integrate myself with. Being an immigrant with immigrant parents forces you to view life differently. It drives you to work harder or to change the status quo for the preconceived notion someone else created on a mass of people. Coming to America filled me with anxiety, excitement, and even an unexpected wave of fear.
Among every other country in the world, the United States of America is where people feel the most comfortable place to come and live a better life. Immigrants are people who leave their counties to reside in other counties that are rich and safe to better themselves. Every year people immigrate to the USA for many reasons. Many people are having difficulty living in their native country such as over population, jobless which make the economy so hard. People from outside of the United States think there is peace, love, equality, free education, jobs, good food to stay healthy, but most importantly freedom of speech to express yourself in America. Today, I will only focus on some reasons why people in my country immigrates to America. This is
When I was leaving my country Lagos, Nigeria I immediately felt homesick and a bit excited. The taxi ride to the airport was unbearable with the sweltering hot sun beaming on my ebony skin. I was leaving because my father Abena found a job in the United States as a handy man in Brooklyn, New York. I knew a part of me felt relieved, as these emotions that are fluttering in my body unmanageable. In hopes of coming to America, I will have an opportunity to continue my education, also to have better health resources available to me cause of my Anemia status.
My immediate goals after completing this program is to take some time off from school, pay off our (additional) student loans, and when the time is right possibly evaluate the feasibility of pursuing my Bachelor Degree in Healthcare Administration or continue on in trying to obtain my Master 's Degree in Nursing. However, I currently foresee immediate challenges to those plans - my eldest child, my son, is currently a junior in high school, aspiring to become a Pharmacist and attend UH Hilo. In addition, my daughter, who is three years younger to my son, is aspiring to become an Ophthalmologist. So as with any parents, I may put my goal aside to help both my children achieve their goals.
As an only child, born to immigrant parents from Peru, my upbringing was vastly different from many of my friends and peers. My parents are not English speakers, they are not college graduates and they do not work in a corporate environment. Unable to relate to their life guidance since their experiences were not similar to my future, from the onset, I had to quickly learn to be self-reliant by developing a determination within me to overcome obstacles others normally wouldn’t encounter.
You all know that how it feels when you are born and enter a whole new country. You are thoroughly unshaped because you are not familiar with a new place where you born. Also, you are like a blank paper that requires being filled as the time passed. I was not that active. When I came to the US, this country helps me to shape, more friendly, and who get me close to myself. In addition, I come more proximate to myself to visually perceive what I am and help me acquainted what I want to do. I was shy to talk in front of people and recollected stuff genuinely but I had a hard time to commit in front of everyone which pushed me down and hidden my talent. Since I was in middle school, I attract with chemistry and enjoyed doing experiments
The path that brought me across the border of Mexico to the United States has also brought me along this path to law school. My parents divorced in 1994 and the lack of economic opportunities for a single mother produced her difficult decision to leave Ecuador on July 15, 1995. My sister, two cousins, and I left on a weeklong journey in pursuit of a better life. At 13 months old I was taken from my mother’s arms by a coyote and I crossed the Mexican border alone that day. I admire the risk and multiple jobs my mom worked to bring me to the United States to pursue a dream and I understand the choice that many immigrants take to do the same.
As an immigrant you cannot expect everything to be right in front of you. You have to work hard and achieve what you want. My whole family came here to the United States to seek a better lifestyle. Being an immigrant, and a child of immigrants is not easy. You are stepping into a whole new world, where the people and language is unknown. Every question you answer with a yes or a no. As you live on, you began to fit into the new lifestyles. But, life was not easy when we first came here. My family struggled to find a job and a house that we can possibly afford. My family tried to not focus on those issues, instead decided to focus more on education opportunities.
Everyone faces challenges in their life. Even people that seem like everything come so easily to them. The first sixteen years of my life were spent in the most beautiful and friendliest country, Philippines. Throughout this time, I was the friendly and outgoing person. However, everything has changed when I first moved to United States in May 2013. It was a major “bump in the road” for me.
I am a first-generation Haitian-American, so, my parents were born in Haiti while I was born in the United States. When I was a kid, we always had family members from Haiti come stay with us when they deiced to transition the United States. Whenever possible, I would help my young cousins with their English homework and any other assignment they had. Looking back now, teaching them English came naturally. It was always wonderful seeing their English improve little by little. My Creole may not have been the best, but with every conversation I had with them, my language skills improved as well. That is what I want, I want to help people improve their language skills while improving my own. I want to aid in their language development and one day have a meaningful conversation with them in both languages. I can accomplish this by being a member of the Peace Corps and helping with the English program.
Ellen Sirleaf once said, “The size of your dreams must always exceed your current capacity to achieve them.” As an immigrant that came to America five years ago, I find great wisdom and possibilities in these words. I was born and raised in Malaysia for the past 14 years, and moved to the Philippines for a year while waiting for my petition visa to America. My dad is a Malaysian-Chinese, while mom is a Filipina. Growing up in Malaysia, I was given the access to education without any barriers. I went to a Chinese elementary school for six years, Malay high school for two years and sat in a year at De La Salle Canlubang in the Philippines to learn the culture of my country.