“This country has so much beauty. We were deprived of opportunities and now they’re everywhere. My family can learn. My children can play. I have been granted my humanity.”
A lot of stuff happened in eighth grade, some good, some bad. For one good thing, every time at the end of quarter, we would do nothing and just play games, eat pizza, and watch movies. All the bad things I can think about is just the bad grades I get on test sometimes like that. So the goods outweigh the bads.
I came to Canada a year ago. As a new emigrant I faced many challenges, that has changed my life. When I arrived with my family in Canada, my parents had a small deposit that just supported us, as a family, for a few months. After that, my parents could not find job due to lack of English proficiency. Canada’s government help us with a small amount of money that helped us to live.
Being a first-generation Canadian and when Canada is as diverse as it is, I never got the opportunity to truly connect with my own religion. I realized early on that having that knowledge of diversity provides a competitive advantage in the business environment, as communication and connections are easily built. To accomplish this, I decided to join the International Languages Program in grade 6; however, even with the four years I spent in the program, I never truly built the connection that I had so desired. It was not until grade 12 when I had that opportunity, as David Suzuki Secondary School (D.S.S.S.) introduced its first ever Sikh Student Association (S.S.A.), a collection of numerous Sikhs throughout D.S.S.S. Upon joining this club,
Before I come to Middlesex, I lived in Jordan after I left my original country Iraq in 2010, I finished my high school diploma in Jordan but when we moved out to U.S, I attended Lowell high school in 2013 of course I went to it because of my little English. The language was one of the difficult barriers I had to face, I graduated in 2015, and I have been here in the U.S for two years. When I came here I spoke very little English, I could understand about 60% when I have conversation, when I talk with my friend in the school. In Jordan I had taken philosophy course, one of my favorite subjects, and we learn that the language is the tool or the facility that we use to express our smartness in order to express ourselves as human being totally
I’m able to resonate with a plethora of things, yet the thing I consider my identity is I’m an adopted, Haitian immigrant. I was born in Haiti in 1998, in a small village in Thomazeau, I moved to Croix-des- Bouquets right after my birth and I lived there until I was 9 years old. My family's financial situation was adequate. My mom was always able to find a way to make ends meet. This cause our neighbor to be envious of us.
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.
3. I lived in the United States for seven years. I have now moved to Canada and have heard a lot of Asian immigration. The first thing that I have heard is that Asians are entering Canada in masses. They have communities here that are predominatly Asian and they are doing jobs for cheap labor.
My head leaned against the window as I sleep, abrupt, my whole body gets tossed forward causing my face to hit the seat in front of me then my body jerked back to my seat. I rubbed my head. The lady sitting across from me asked if I’m ok. I smiled back and assured to her that I am fine then looked out the window and came to the realization that we’ve reached the border. The bus driver, Patrick, makes the announcement.
My full name is Laura Lopez, my mother named me Laura since according to her it was the name that was in trend, I was born in Bogotá, Colombia in 2000. In Colombia the native Colombians are indigenous which we all descend from but as Spain had a colony in Colombia almost everyone has Spanish background, in fact my grandmother from my father’s side was Spanish but her family had been in my country for several generations even in the early 1800s, his father was indigenous and Spanish. Moreover, From my mother’s side, my great grandmother was a native indigenous from the Amazon in Colombia, her husband was Spanish and therefore my grandmother was both indigenous and Spanish and then married my grandfather also indigenous and Spanish. Consequently
When I was fourteen, my parents told me that we are moving to the USA for my bright future. We were sponsored by my aunt and uncle in this new world. Education in India, especially with a dream of becoming a Doctor, is expensive. My parents want me to be a successful doctor, but financial crisis was our barrier. I came to America in the search of opportunities and a successful future.
I still remember the day April 14th,2008. I can still recall those moments, the part where my parents told me, we are moving to Canada. My parents had just told me two days before flight. They never told us before because we would get over excited, and tell this to everyone. Going to a foregin country is a big deal.
Thank you for contacting me and requesting a written explanation of the reasons why I decided to change my program of studies in USA to program of studies in Canada. I believe transferring to a Canadian institution is the right decision for the following reasons. I want to be proud of the school I decide to attend. University of Alberta is a well-known and respected school that ranks on Canada’s top five best universities and is among the world’s best.
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.
I was putting my Halloween costume on when I heard something moving in my closet. I turn to the closet door half dressed with a curious look on my face. In my mind, it being Halloween, I thought I was just hearing things or my little brother was playing a prank on me. I walk out the door to my room, down the stairs and as I was about to walk out the front door my father caught me, “Where are you going?” he asked “Out, it’s
