The Struggle of being to New Country. One day, I came back from my soccer match and my parents were waiting for me. They told me that we have to move to other county. I said where. My mom said to US, and told me the reason, because of her mother. She is being sick and needs my mom to be next to her before anything happens to her. As teenager I said to my mother. What’s the problem you can go? I can stay here and i am happy here. But my mom said my grandmother wanted all of us to go to her and my mom didn 't wanted me to leave me back alone. I told to my mom, I am not going anywhere. But many times we get helpless in some situation and that is what happened with me. I have immigrate with my family to US. In order to immigrate I have to pack …show more content…
I was told from my professor come after class for questions. And when I go after class he told me he is busy or he is going to some important conference. And when I tried to take help from classmates they even ignored me. I was sad about it but was still trying to survive class. I was still figuring out what to do. And a day came when professor gave us our first essay handout. I had no idea about methods of writing essay according to the MLA formatting which professor wanted us to use in essay. And moreover no idea about how to write my first essay. I wrote my first essay whatever I was able to do. As I gave my essay to professor he kept my essay away from other essay. What he did with me was that he putted my essay on projector in front of all class and made fun of it. Other students were cracking joke about me and I was sitting helpless tears in my eyes. All I was doing was listing to people harsh comments. And after making fun of my essay he wrote big zero on it and gave it back me right away. I was so depressed that what to do next. Because he gave me big zero on my essay and each essay makes a lot of difference on
She was psychologically unstable. Over the past four years that I have lived with her, we have moved four times. Roughly two and a half years ago we moved to North Carolina. My mother could not adjust to the foreign environment and the move incited her severe depression. Moving to North Carolina required me to leave everything and everyone
At that time, I was in six grade and I didn’t want to leave because I didn’t know anyone where we were going to move. As in the story “The Toughest Man” by Victor Ciurte, and my story had some similarities because both of our parent hid something from us because they decided it was the best to not hurt us but at the end it did hurt us. There are some differences too and one of them is that Victor had no clues about his grandfather health and I had a lot of clues that my parents were having money
Something challenging I had to face at a very young age was losing my best friend, after losing her I was never really me and I felt like part of me was missing and it was. Carolina Alavazo was my best friend, we were inseparable and when we were together we only created memorable memories. Weeks before Carolina was deported I had noticed she was not the same, she had told me she was sad to see her parents fight and scared all the time but at that time both of us we didn’t know why.
Everytime I would have to write an essay, I would not know how and where to start so it would seem like
I was to immediately move across country to live with my strict uncle and his family of six after my parents discovered I had a boyfriend at the age of fifteen. They were afraid I was brainwashed by the American culture. They thought it was best to move us from Phoenix, Arizona to Shelby Township, Michigan to be around people of my ethnicity, mostly my family. I remember crying the entire way there, the tears running down my face began to expose streaks due to the non-water-proof loreal foundation I had on. my father tried to convince me that my destiny was in Michigan.
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Today was just like any other day at Seaport High School in Seaport, Alabama. The first four periods went by so slow and when fifth period rolled around I was ready to act up with Theo and Allie in AP Stat. We are always getting in trouble in that class. We are pretty sure that our teacher Mrs. Redman hates us, but oh well isn’t senior year of high school meant for getting in trouble and having fun in class. We are all passing with A pluses so I am pretty sure we have room for cutting up in class.
and I didn 't ever understand what was happening. It made her angry that I said this because she said I was making a bad a example for my two younger sisters, but my mom understood that I didn 't want to be there so she said that I didn 't have to go and when I started high school and going to SCC, I haven 't had time on the weekends so my step grandma hasn 't been on my case about going because she understood that I was always busy. In my family, my mother and I are the only ones that don 't believe that there is a god except that my mom does believe there is a heaven and a hell but I think that when you die your spirit still roams the earth which is why there are ghosts.
She had to be hospitalized and had many exams being done. Not only does my mom not like hospitals,but she never gets sick enough to be hospitalized. Everything turns and I have to stand up and become her example to my family. I led by example and practiced what she preached.
Realizing the new country where I will spend the rest of my life made me feel overwhelmed. Moving to the opposite side of the world changed the way I viewed the world. When my mother got a call from my dad, I could tell she was both excited and worried. He told my mom that we are all moving to Canada as he got a wonderful job there. First my mom was excited as it was her first time outside of India and she was also
After a week goes bye we expected the teacher to get better but he didn't. As class ended I texted all my friends to meet me at a certain lunch table at a certain time. At that time we all sit together and I talk about Mr. Grain. “Mr. Grain is to mean… we have to stop it I'm done with me sitting outside the classroom for have the class for doing something as simple as sneezing”. I said with anger.
Before I moved to Vallejo I was dealing with controversy with my mother. She would degrade me and physically abuse me. I would not tell anyone, not even my father, because she always made me feel like everything was my fault, and that I was always the one to blame. Until one day when she took me to school no said "I do not want you living in my house anymore; you are going to move in with your father". I held in a lot of my emotion for most of the day until I told my best friend what was going on and that I would likely be relocating to Vallejo; where my father lives.
After she moved to Georgia we couldn’t call her or anything because my aunt said we couldn’t and we really couldn’t see her. Another 2 years went by and she finally start letting us go to Georgia only in the summers. We would tell our mom how much we really wanted to be with her and how our aunt was treating us. She would always tell us that she’s trying to get us back
On that day, I not only get late for my first lecture but I also had a fight with my mother. She was telling me to clean my room before I leave which was not less than a lecture for me in the early morning. I get frustrated and not only said her some rude words but was quite loud to her. I left the house in anger therefore I didn’t attend the first lecture. Meanwhile to spend some time I went to cafeteria.
This incident occurred during my last days in Standard five during preparation for the Secondary Entrance Assessment (SEA) Examination. My teacher was strict, stern and always serious. I always considered myself a smart, resilient student who always worked to develop my fullest potential. On this particular occasion, I vividly recall being summoned