Having immigrated to the United States from Vietnam many years ago, from a poor family in a small town that couldn’t afford post-secondary education and didn’t need nor want it, James was the first of his family to go to college. He had no guiding hand other than that of his small number of American friends. Not knowing many colleges and being unable to research universities, he opted to go to the nearby community college, San Jose City. He was interested in construction, and decided to major in it. Soon after, he received his degree and transferred to San Jose State to pursue a 4-year degree.
If I was asked what event in my life impacted me the most, then it will be the decision of moving to America. As Charlemagne says, “To have another language is to possess a second soul,” learning English and the American culture have gave me a different perspective of the world. I wouldn’t say how much it has changed me because when I look back at these years, I realized I am still the same person but I’ve made tremendous breakthroughs of finding myself.
What kind of college should a student go? Is college, even necessary to go? These are the questions I should be pondering while I think about my future. It seemed like that the time to decide or think about my career was in the far future. However, time to think about my detailed future plans have now arrived.
A rising issue in today’s society is deciding whether or not college is worth the cost. There is an extreme amount of pressure that is forced upon high school students by parents, teachers, and peers to further their education and attend college. However, there is research that challenges the thought that college is the best possible path for a person to take. College may be a great investment for some people, but it is not meant for everyone. This is supported by the arguments that colleges are expensive, jobs do not always require a college degree, and students are forced to choose a lifestyle before being exposed to the real world.
I moved to Okinawa when I was eight months old and left when I was thirteen years. Upon my move I started my first year of high school in a place where I knew not a single person nor thing, similar to how my parents started their thirteen journey abroad. Walking through the entrance of my new school, all my preconceived notions about the school went out the window. The roaring in my ears muffled all the excited chatter as I worked my way through the dense crowd and up the dual staircase, stumbling on few steps. Waiting for the bell to ring to signal the start of the day, I came to realize that I was going to be on my own for a while, and that it would be for the better.
"Boom! Boom! " I was startled awake by the heavy drums, followed by a sharp "clang!" of the cymbal. Firecrackers popped wildly amidst the rhythmic noise, and to add to the racket, the monk's prayer was recited repeatedly through a megaphone as he paraded down the streets. As strange as it sounds, this is just one of the many early morning Buddhist rituals for the seventh lunar month, also known as the "Ghost Month.
Attending school opened a new world for me. I had immigrated from Colombia eight years ago, and as an immigrant I faced several hurdles, such as the language barrier, the customs, the disadvantages of living in poverty, and the legalization in this nation. As the years began to go by, all the hindrances began to vanish itself, it was more a matter of time and perseverance. When my senior year of high school arrived, I was very excited to apply to all the colleges of my choice, nonetheless, from the twenty-five that I applied to, none accepted me.
It seems the older I get, the less assurance I have of anything. And believe me, when I was younger, I had nothing but assurance. Still, that‘s not too surprising considering a large portion of my education was spent in a private religious school, and anyone that has been involved with “faith based education” knows there’s little room for doubt. I mean it‘s not called faith based for nothing! I was being taught absolute truths, there was little room for scientific inquiry.
Nelson 1 Benjamin Nelson English 101-039 Mrs. Hirsch The Move I remember moving from my home on 55th and Pine St. during the fall of 2006. It had to be October because I remember just starting a new school year a few weeks earlier. My parents caught me by surprise with us moving because I wasn’t notified about it until the day before the actual move from my house.
Gazing up at the blue summer sky, I inhaled my last sweet breath of adolescence. Draped in my white cap and gown I took a slow motion glance around me in an attempt to soak in every moment of this precious day: graduation. With my closest friends jetting off around the country to go to college I could not help but feel a tinge of jealousy sprinkled with an overwhelming sense of being a pariah- for I was doing the unspeakable, and heading fifteen minutes down the road to our local community college. As I spent the rest of that night dodging the question “what are you going to do with the rest of your life?” I tried to a fabricate an answer that would look good on paper as well as make everyone else proud of me as to never be caught off guard
Moving away for college had always been a dream for me. However, my parents were not keen to that dream. I am a first generation college student, and the youngest in my family. Moving away for college was possibly one of my parents’ worst nightmare.
Returning to college was a big decision, one that was greatly affected by my trips around the world. I had been to Zimbabwe, Africa several times on short-term mission trips. We traveled to several orphanages, ministering to the children throughout Harare. My heart broke seeing their lack of care and love, but moving from one orphanage to the next throughout each day did not leave much time to connect and care for these children. Having been adopted myself, I had a huge heart to love these children as my adopted family had loved me.
When determining what college is a right fit for me, I looked at many different things. Cost, academics, campus life, and many other things are the big things everyone takes into account when deciding where to go. Most of the colleges I am considering are closer to home yet are still within a day’s drive if I need to get home. I want to get away from home as much as the next person, but I still consider colleges close to home. That way, if I need help or something happens, my family is able to come to my aid.
Narrative Essay One day I was just at school I went to Carbon Valley Academy at the time, I remember that I was in art class with my friends Talea ,Jillian ,Anastasia ,Charlotte, and Allie. The project that we working on was our last one as being 5th graders , we were putting our hands in the color of paint that we liked and then for the school we put our handprints on a garden barrel. I got picked up from my grandmother that day and she took me to her house after school like she had done everyday ever since kindergarten. When I got to her house I opened up my friday folder and got all of my homework and ate my ice cream while working on it at the dining table. I did this everyday
He knew moving away from home was not a good idea. His mother definitely knew that her little boy moving away from home, her, and everything that he knew and loved was not just a “not good” idea, it was a horrible one. So she was trying to get him to stop. Yet he was leaving for the other side of the country anyways. William didn 't know why he felt such a strong urge to move to a little island off of New Jersey, and even though his mother was upset and didn 't want him to, she still taught him to always follow his gut instinct.
