About four years ago I arrived at Logan airport, Boston Massachusetts. Once the plane landed I felt excited to explore a new country that looked beautiful from the planes window, but I was also confused because everything was different from home and I had no idea where to go. Although I thought that was the hard part, there was way more obstacles coming my way such as language and culture among others which I had to learn fast.
Being in a foreign country and without its main language can be pretty though. Although I lived with people who spoke my native language, there were times where I had to get through things on my own. I learned that living around those who spoke my mother language could sometimes help, but it just made it harder to learn
As a child I would always see my parents work hard for every dollar they made. When I reached my teenage years I realized that it was because they were immigrants to this country and took whatever job opportunity they could find. I also came to realize that I was an immigrant, and that life was tougher for not having the proper documentation. This year I fell into the biggest hole of my life. I learned that I was not going to get financial aid because of my legal status and my mother was also diagnosed with a tumer last month.
According to Section 217 of the New York Worker’s Compensation Act of 1910, employers were required by law to compensate their employees if a personal injury were to result from their occupation. However, this law only applied to specific types of dangerous labor, including “demolition, blasting, tunneling, electrical construction, and railroad operation.” In 1910, making shirtwaists was not considered a dangerous activity, so victims’ families of the fire could not expect to receive any compensation from the accident. The Charity Organization Society of the City of New York Red Cross Emergency Relief Committee published a report, showing a detailed account of everyone they gave aid to.
The workforce in most industrialized countries is aging and becoming more age-diverse. And immigrant workers play a large and important role in our economy and society. As child-care providers, food preparation workers, home health care aides, software programmers and construction workers, these workers constitute a significant labor force and provide services that millions more workers depend upon. Currently, I am working with a significant shortage of certified nursing assistants (CNAs) in our CCRC communities.
I thought that I really did not have to put myself into the immigrants ' shoes, because I am an immigrant. I came when I was in 3rd grade. I remember the first time that I went to an elementary school in a different country, beside Korea. Obviously, the two countries had different curriculum of learning and it was in a language that I barely knew. It was very hard for me to get used to all the situations, especially when someone is making fun of me just because I could not speak an language that they speak and they have spread rumors of me.
The “American dream” is a phrase that can have many meanings to different people, but the American Dream is the dream that people in the U.S wishes it comes true. An immigrant, an alien, comes to this country searching for that dream. The American Dream is basically a legend about success, about overcoming obstacles, and is about living that victorious life we all wish to have. Me being an Immigrant I know how important is for someone who comes from a different background, a place with a different language, and a country with a different culture to actually become somebody in this country. We immigrants have to work twice as hard as a regular born-U.S citizen.
It is 1892 it has finally came to this time. Me and my mother and father and my brother and we are fixing to live Italy and move to America. I was 15 years old and my brother is 17 years old. We are leaving all of my friends and some of my family my Grandmother and my cousins to. My family has one donkey we put all our stuff on.
The requirements of becoming a citizen in the United States have changed drastically over the last few centuries. Becoming a US citizen is a lengthy, stressful and expensive process. Parts of the process are based luck, while other parts are based on tests and interviews. Through history, the process of becoming a citizen has gotten harder and harder. Edwidge Danticat’s short story “Caroline’s Wedding”, the processing center at Ellis Island and the historical change of immigration laws show and compare the struggle of becoming a citizen in the United States.
Growing up in an immigrant household in America, was difficult. I didn’t live, I learned to adapt. I learned to adapt to the fact that I did not look like any of my peers, so I changed. Adapted to the fact that my hair texture would never be like any of my peers, so I changed. Adapted to the fact that I was not as financially well off as my peers, so I changed.
In the essays “A Quilt in a Country” by Anna Quindlen and in “The Immigrant Contribution” by John F. Kennedy, the two authors shared their point of view on America and it’s people. Quindlen viewed America as a mongrel nation because of it’s ever changing disparate parts. Kennedy viewed America as a nation made up of immigrants. Anna Quindlen’s view Is similar to Kennedy’s by how they both see that America is not like any other nation because we are made up of different ethnic groups. Say you were in Britain you would see brits.
In the stories “A Quilt Of A Country” and “The Immigrant Contribution” there are similarities and differences between the two stories. I will be explaining what the similarities and differences are. In these two stories they both talk about diversity and not everyone having the same rights and not being treated the same. “Children learn in social-studies class and in the news of the lynching of blacks, the denial of rights to women, the murders of gay men. It is difficult to know how to convince them that this amounts to “crown thy good brotherhood,” that amid all the failures is something spectacularly successful,” (Quindlen 14)
When I came to this country, unlike others, my family had no experience with how things worked here. Which meant whatever I learned here, was just a new to them as it was to me. My education became more about encountering and trying new things than about succeeding. Because you can succeed if you don’t know how things worked around here. From the moment, I set foot in this country, I knew no one will ever give me anything on a silver platter.
In Mexico, my home country, I was able to successfully communicate with others and complete assignments just by the utilizing the Spanish language, but that was not the case on this side of the border. I had to learn a whole new language that seemed to be far different from my natal
As noted above, most of the literature on immigration focuses on individual immigrants, despite the notion that immigration is embedded within a family context. Yet what the relevant definition of a family is when we are talking about immigrant families is a complex question, because families and individuals migrate in different compositions. A starting point on this issue might be the definition of who has the right to immigrate as part of a family. Existing legal arrangements appear to define it as the nuclear family – a couple and their children, usually under the age of 18 (Kofman, 2004). It should be noted, however, that even if the nuclear family is accepted as the definition of a family, it is not clear to what extent families are to
My most rewarding accomplishment consists of my ability to overcome the fear and weakness that was conceived upon my arrival to the United States from Mexico, in addition to a newly evolved character which allowed me to achieve academic, professional, and personal success. Nearly seven years ago, my mother and I immigrated from a harsh economic climate in Mexico that was plagued with unemployment. Additionally, our family faced bankruptcy. While holding onto our faith, we left our hometown with only what we could carry and bought two one-way bus tickets. With nothing more than fear, two bags, and $50 in each of our pockets, we set out for what would be the most challenging journey of our lives.
First generation immigrants sacrifice their adulthood in search of a better life for their family and for future generations to come. My father came from Peru to support his family. He was the first person in his family to come to America. He works in road construction from morning until night so that my family is supported. The desire to repay both of my parents is the belief that guides my life.