I was born in China and came to the United States when I was young. Our family was fortunate to have the opportunity to come to America due to my uncle. He sponsored us to come here so we can all have a better life. I don’t remember much of China and only have memories of my childhood in Sacramento. Sometimes I wonder how my life would be like if I never came to the United States but overall I am very blessed to be here. I’ve always remembered that I had a good life up until high school. I didn’t know then, but I found out five years ago that I had depression in high school. I really wished that my teachers would’ve known and helped me. Yet nobody knew including my family members. For three years, I’ve worked as a file clerk in a company called Dealertrack Technologies. At first it was fun but as time progressed on it was unfulfilling and all I wanted to do was quit. There were coworker’s that was trying to get me in trouble. When you have bad relations with your coworkers, there’s no point in being there. I started to reevaluate my life. Is there more to life than this? What is my true calling? Where can I find satisfaction and still make money to support myself? I thought long and hard to see where my interest lies. That’s when I …show more content…
In my opinion, most people’s life and/or career choices at one point or another has been influenced by a teacher. Without teachers, all professions would not be possible. I believe that teachers have the ability to improve and change the world one student at a time. My choice to become a teacher was made with a lot of thought and consideration. I remember all the teachers in my past that were helpful, loving, kind, happy, sweet, patient and understanding. It left a deep footprint in my heart. They have inspired me to want to do the same for others. Schools need hard working, responsible and caring teachers that care about what students do. I feel I have those
Today I will be talking about the first time I came to America and how it has changed my life. When I was five years old, I started first grade in Turkey. I was afraid because my parents signed me up late and I thought I wouldn’t be able to make friends. Both my parents came with me for the first day of school and I made them wait outside of my classroom because they couldn’t come inside the classroom. The first time I entered class, all the kids were with their friends and the teacher had assigned me in between two girls.
Challenge Essay Moving into The United States that has a different language has been the biggest obstacle that I have ever faced, especially with the fact that there was a time where I didn’t understand a single word of that language called English. This was a big obstacle in my life since I was raised in Mexico where the prime language, there is Spanish and that was the only language I knew back then, it was until the day had come where my family and I had to move into the United States due to the violence that has been happening in Mexico. I consider those times the most difficult ones of my whole life because I had to work triple than what I normally did in school in order for me to learn a huge complex language.
Coming to America as Immigrants and having nothing to your name can be a very intimidating situation. Many people face this obstacle and my parents are a clear example of it. I grew up watching my parents work and making sure they had no debt to their name. I remember being a young child and mom taking me to work because she didn't have a babysitter. My parents always provided me with the best and even spoiled me, sometimes when you don't work for your objects you forget to say thank you. .
I want to start my story before I was even born. My dad came to the United States but my mom was still in the Philippines. Then when I was born in the Philippines, my mom took care of me for five years while my dad was working a minimum wage job in the U.S., trying to earn enough money to send both my mom and I to the United States so we could all have a better life, one where we could prosper more due to the opportunities that the U.S. provides. I grew up going to a public school from kindergarten to 5th grade where I met people of different races. When I was in school being in ESL (English as a Second Language) exposed me to even more people of color such as Mexicans, Middle Eastern people, Turkish people, Latinos, and other Asian people.
Anxiety, it’s the feeling that came over me when I arrived at the airport to come to America. I was born in Brasil, it was my home. So boy was I shocked when I heard that we were moving to the United States, and I was only six years old. My parents thought we would have a better life here in America because, with all the “opportunities” it offered, it was the place to be. My father flew over one month before I was scheduled to; he planned on getting everything situated by finding a job and a place for us to live.
I can remember it like it was yesterday. My parents left me when I was fifteen years old to go to America. I thought to myself for one year, they left me here to starve, live, and die alone in eastern Europe. When I was sixteen years old I got ready to move to America and start a new life.
Its 1914 and I just got the news that we were finally going to America! We have been waiting for several years trying to save up money and figure everything out. Going to America is almost every ones dream here in Europe. Just like Oscar Hammerston said, “ You gotta have a dream.
To My Parents I am an immigrant. The word that Donald Trump hates. The set of people that receives many blames for crimes or mischief. But after all, thats me. I am like any other person who gets blamed, I am an immigrant.
Right when I woke up, I jumped out of my bed and just remembered in my mind that I’m immigrating to america. I was excited like those 10 monkeys jumping on the bed, but I felt sad because I had to leave my friends and family at Israel. I went on a horribly boring car trip to the airport. I
The first eight years of my life, I spent in India where I was born. Growing up I was constantly reminded by my parents that I needed to make them proud by getting a good job and living a good lifestyle. They told me this because they did not want to see me live a hard life like they did. When I was nine years old, I moved from India to the United States of America. The reason why I moved to America was not because I was living a bad life in India, it was so that I could have a better education and more opportunities in life.
I used to have this grudges in my heart when everything go hard that would made me wanted to blame my parent. But I can’t because I was not raise to think that way. When I come to America, I was eleven years old and no one asked me if I wanted to come it just happen in a second. I was in a cold place with extended family that I never met before and that one person who raise me and made me feel secure was still back in the country. I had to lived months without her and next thing you know I adapted and convince myself they are doing this because the wanted the best for me.
January 11, 2013, I wake up to yelling, prayers, and crying. I walked into the kitchen where all the noises were coming from and I found my mother on the floor crying, talking on the phone with my godmother. My father was there by her side, trying hard not to cry while supporting his wife. I didn’t know what was happening, this was the first time I’ve seen my mom so vulnerable and broken. My parents didn’t tell me anything other than my grandmother was in critical condition at the hospital, but with god's help she would overcome this hard time.
Transitioning to the American life as a ten-year-old child was extremely challenging. I was clueless and did not understand anything. English was painful to learn even though; I realized it must be essential to know it. Philippines was my home moreover, I missed the people, the food, and the places I have visited. School was especially a struggle to me.
I can vividly remember the days when I thought my future was grim, without hope. My first 17 years of life was spent in a refugee camp without freedom. I was a stateless person in Bhutanese refugee camp in Nepal, I had no place to call home. But, things changed for good. United State government decided to bring me and my family to the US in 2008.
I wanted to be a part of something that was bigger than just myself and whose duty it was to help others with issues that they could not deal with on their own. At the end of the day I took it upon myself to speak with the firm about working after hours doing paperwork and any other small tasks that I could complete with little to no difficulty. My mind was dead set on doing what I could to spend more time with the attorneys and learn more about the field of