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My father’s side of the family escaped religious oppression in Yorkshire, England and travelled to America to practice their Puritan beliefs in peace with others. My mother’s side of the family came to America as a volunteer group in one of 16 families who came from the Canary Islands off the coast of Morocco under the rule of the King of Spain in 1731 to establish themselves in the province of Texas. A recession had just hit the Islands because of cash crop competition from the American colonies, so during this time many people were immigrating to various other Spanish territories. My ancestor that emigrated from those Islands, Juan Curbelo, became the 6th mayor of San Antonio in 1737, again in 1739 and his son was elected mayor for 3 different terms.
No matter what time zone I am in, my phone buzzes most frequently when I am asleep. Whether a missed call from a friend in Kenya, an email from a musical collaborator in Canada, or a LinkedIn message from a U.K. investor in my educational startup, I eagerly wake each morning to many new notifications. Growing up, I traveled extensively, living on three different continents. In fact, my passport looked like my coloring book. Learning five languages and adapting to foreign environments while maintaining my identity, has taught me to value different skills, including networking.
MEMOIR: INTERVIEW WILLIAM WU I 'm a first generation Asian-American. I was born in Lima, Peru, right before my parents came to America from China, and we moved to America when I was one. Growing as a first generation American, my parents worked a lot. I can 't say that I wasn 't loved, but my bond with my parents was weak because I was always home alone, being babysat by others, or going out because they had to work.
What does it mean to be an American today? Or rather, what does being an American entail? Does that pertain to a certain individual’s perspective? Or is Americanism defined through a collective consciousness projected around the world? Over the course of time, Americans have gone through various embodiments of who they are, without loosing the essence of what they represent.
Life as a college student in Alabama in the 1920’s was very different from the previous generation and this cohort started the change that shaped the way college students are today. Three important changes that defined life for students during this time were dating, obtaining alcohol, and the interference of the Klu Klux Klan. Lisa Lindquist Dorr’s “Fifty Percent Moonshine and Fifty Percent Moonshine” describes the life of college students in Alabama from 1913 to 1933 compared to the generation. College students during prohibition rebelled against their parents’ generation and established the basis for “college life”.
Beyond math and science, there are a few other hobbies I have. I am particularly musical; playing instruments and singing have been a piece of my life since I was small. In the time following when I started drawing a few years ago, I have improved rapidly. Currently in drama, I am the assistant director of the class play. As a person in that position, I have become more sociable and confident.
High School was difficult, I remember when I was applying to different colleges and I was told about Landmark College, after my guidance counselor told me and my mom that “she doesn’t have the grades to go to Med School” I still applied to my top choices as well as Landmark and got into them all, I also didn’t feel that I was even going to graduate high school. College was only hard since I struggled in school because of having an LD but I started off at Landmark College in ’09 and transferred a year later then came back a year after transferring, and during that time back at Landmark I had another surgery to move skin that was obstructing my left eye slightly, which went well. I also ended up becoming pregnant in ’12 and had an abortion since we didn’t know how NF was going to react to it and if it would get worse, the only thing I noticed after that was developing a tumor in my lower back that causes a lot of pain, but due to its placement is unable to be removed, but that’s okay.
Growing up as a first-generation Mexican American was a huge advantage for me in that it allowed me to grow up in a culturally diverse community. I learned how to work well with people of all backgrounds and empathize with people from all walks of life. However, while being the first in my family to go to college was a momentous accomplishment, the lack of instruction and guidance lead me to commit many mistakes that could have been easily avoided during my first years at college. My timidity and downright arrogance lead me to believe that I did not need anyone’s assistance and thus I found myself denial that there was a problem in terms of my grades during my first semesters. I have since addressed this issue and have worked diligently to
The subject I have excelled was Algebra 1 during my freshman year in high school. When I first got into the class I knew what the teacher was teaching and I did not struggle in the class while some of my class mates were. Algebra was the easiest class I ever had because I knew all of the topics back from middle school. My middle school teacher helped me understand what Algebra was and how to solve equations and many other things that deals with the subject.
He said he was very happy while at college because it was a more diverse area. After my grandfather finished college, he moved back to Venezuela with my grandmother, for work. In Venezuela, they had three kids together. Eventually, my grandmother brought their children to America-
From the moment of my birth, I was declared a girl and my parents immediately attempted to raise me to be every aspect of my gender, from behavior to beliefs. In sociology, this is known as gender role socialization, which is the process of socializing boys and girls to conform to their assigned genders’ attitudes, beliefs, behaviors, values, and norms. My parents taught me how think and behave like a girl through the way the way they dressed me, how they did my hair, and the toys they allowed me to play with. However, having been raised with a brother, I also picked up on some of his supposed gender roles. I am exactly who I am due to the way I was socialized by my parents and others around me.
For six years I have known my friend “Annie Valentin” from a community college, the second generation of Filipino Americans. Although I never knew much about her family immigration background and experiences. Her parents born in Manila, Philippines, Mr. Valentin was born in the 1940s and Mrs. Valentin was born in the 1950s. They immigrated to the United States in the 1970s for jobs offered. Like countless first generations of Filipino American from the post-1965 wave, they have achieved a high educational level.
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.
Math has been one of my favorite subjects and I really liked Algebra this year as well. Although Spanish was the hardest class I have ever took, I learned it is fun to learn new languages. It may sound weird but, running has become something that I like to do and I am trying to start a habit of running everyday. Reading books has become one of my main pastimes this year because of the reading that we did in English.