ipl-logo

My Grandfather: My Immigrants To America

312 Words2 Pages

My grandfather was the first person in my entire family to come to America in about 1988, so it’s been almost 30 years. When my grandfather decided to come to America, he had no green card, or a citizenship to come here. Therefore, he was driven to do various tasks to acquire his green card, so that he could travel to America. Keep in mind that he left his 4 kids, and his wife behind in India. As soon as he arrived in America, he commenced to look for a woman who was an American citizen, on the behalf that he wanted to bring his family to America as well. Within a few months, he got married to an American woman, which granted him the citizenship he needed to permanently live here. A few months after he acquired the citizenship, he brought his whole family to America, to live a better life and start over. …show more content…

However, as soon as they arrived on American soil here in California, they immediately bought a house that was roomy enough for themselves, and their children. My father was 12/13 years in age when he arrived in America, therefore, he had been present at a middle school, since he was a 7th grader when he was in India. Back in India, my father recalled that it was a privilege to obtain an acceptable education, due to the significant amount of money it would cost to attend a favorable school. As my father grew older, he attended Andrew P. Hill High School, which in his opinion sucked. He stated that the teachers at that school didn’t care about what you do in class, unless it is disturbing

Show More
Related
270 Words | 2 Pages

In the chapter Negocios, readers get background on the father’s immigration journey to the United States. We see the father struggle to financially, mentally, and physically. While reading the chapter Aguantando we saw the family struggle as well and assumed that the father was living this fancy life in the states. The family was extremely poor they barley had enough money to buy food for them to eat. In this chapter the father appeared to be the bad guy because he did not send money or come back to bring the rest of the family to the United States.

Read More
802 Words | 4 Pages

After fleeing, he settled in Florida. He was placed with a foster family in Orange County, Florida, until his parents got to the US in 1966. He studied hard and received both his Bachelor of Science (B.S.) and Juris Doctor (J.D.) degrees from Florida

Read More
266 Words | 2 Pages

As I look at this prompt and try to come up with a glamorous and picturesque explanation as to what it means to have a father as I veteran, I fall short. I cannot say that being a child of a veteran has given me a greater appreciation for America, a new point of view regarding war, or a sense of belonging and identity as a “military kid.” My father served in the Army from 1987-1990 as a Corporal and Specialist, serving as an Airborne Ranger and medic at various times, and participated in Operation Desert Storm. The VA has diagnosed him with PTSD and 100% disabled. His military career and PTSD affected my family and me in countless ways, most of them negative.

Read More
714 Words | 3 Pages

Americans had rarely accepted outsiders as equals, and that was the case with immigrants coming to the U.S in the 1840s to the 1920s. A time in America where immigrants were not considered inferior to native white Americans did not exist. The hatred of anything non-American, especially with the coming of World War I in 1914, would only cause more Americans to despise immigrants. Part of this was rooted simply in racism, which existed towards groups other than African Americans, but much of it was simply that Americans considered themselves the chosen people while everyone else was below them. Thus, despite immigrants being accepted into America, those immigrants were still treated far worse than white citizens between the 1840s and 1920s, for the prejudice against them was obvious even in the laws created.

Read More
393 Words | 2 Pages

He was turned away and left his home to become a soldier for the Union in the US. After

Read More
437 Words | 2 Pages

“No pain no gain”, echoes in my mind, as the hot sweltering humid air engulfs my room, baking me in the unbearable heat early one morning, during the summer after my freshman year of college. The thought instantly brings me back to memories of my childhood, where whenever I complained, my dad would retort “no pain no gain”. Back then, I hated hearing it over and over again. To me it was just something my parents said to stop us from complaining, and I never stopped to think why that one phrase was so important to them.

Read More
232 Words | 1 Pages

For a veteran to be called an American hero, they would be willing to take risks, be brave, and save people’s lives. Another thing they would have to do to become an American hero is that they need to stay faithful to their team and country. Another thing they need to do to be called an American hero is they need to be patient, caring, and selfless. Another thing they need to do to be called an American hero is to be respectful, be tidy, and follow direction or they could get in trouble and maybe if they go to war a bad thing may happen to that person and maybe others around them. For a veteran to be called an American hero they may need to do some of these and being called an American hero is very important and honoring.

Read More
394 Words | 2 Pages

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)

Read More
433 Words | 2 Pages

Being a child of immigrant parents is not easy. You are constantly living in the fear that one day you’ll wake up and you parents won’t be there with you anymore. Specially now that we have a new president, things are getting more challenging. But don’t get me wrong, I live a happy life. I am proud to call myself a Latina.

Read More
456 Words | 2 Pages

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.

Read More
653 Words | 3 Pages

In the year 1990, my father and his family emigrated from Vietnam to the United States of America with the intention of seeking opportunities for a better life, as well as escaping the Vietnam War. The migration was a long, strenuous situation for him; he came to America without money and knowing how to speak English. Thus, he tried his best to learn English and find ways to earn money to have food. The reason for his success in America was his attitude towards the situation; my father’s objective was to become prosperous by studying and working hard. Furthermore, his determination to achieve the goal was very high.

Read More
1424 Words | 6 Pages

The American Dream is often sought of as the ultimate accomplishment. Millions of immigrants travel to the United States every year to chase after the American dream not only for themselves, but for their families too. No matter your social status, upbringing, ethnicity or gender, through hard work you can become anything, and my parents chased after that for me. Like many families before mine, my family on both sides of the family immigrated to America.

Read More
394 Words | 2 Pages

My family has always been the center of my universe. They’ve taught me the importance of being united and taking care of one another—because in the end, all we truly have is each other. My parents have raised me to be a good daughter, sister, and citizen. They’ve shaped me to be respectful, responsible, and virtuous, knowing these values will last a lifetime. But above all, my parents have instilled in me an appreciation and eagerness for education.

Read More
512 Words | 3 Pages

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.

Read More
553 Words | 3 Pages

As a teenager moving to a new country with a different culture, different language, and being thousands of miles away from everyone I grew up with was not an easy change, however, that was precisely what I did in January of 2013 when I came to the United States with my father. My whole world changed since, and shaped my way of thinking. From learning English, adjusting to a new culture, experiencing my first snow and finding my way in my new country, my life has been an exciting adventure. My parents brought me to America almost 5 years ago to have a better life, and to get a better education.

Read More

More about My Grandfather: My Immigrants To America

Open Document