Golden light from a Texas sunset illuminating stark white fields of cotton, green and yellow tractors leisurely making their way down the middle of Main Street, and a community that will always support you are just a few things one might experience if you came to my hometown in rural Texas. Matador, Texas isn't just a dusty old town in the middle of nowhere, it is a town that no matter who you are or what you are trying to do, hard work is always required; it is where I grew up from the day I was born, spent lazy summer days reading and writing abstract stories without distractions of people, traffic, or even the ever-present cell phone, and where I learned about a whole other side of society, one where the community gathers together for anything
I’ve completed my move to Houston. I traded in my Maryland license for a Texas one. With that said, I’ve found a new church home. I joined Wheeler Avenue Baptist Church on January 13th. The church is very similar to STCF.
Most people have moved before sometime in their life. For me, it was only two times. The first move was an international move from Vietnam to the United States of America, when I was just 8 months old. At the time, it was just my mom, dad, and me, traveling across the world to start a new life. Word of advice, moving is hard.
was born in a small town in Texas known as Laredo. It was a poor city and was basically the border town to Mexico, it was always a mess, always hot, and only snowed once in 2002. Even though the city I was born in was harsh place, I had a great family that raised me well and taught me how to be respectful to my elders. Home was always different, every 2 to 3 years we always moved around so I really didn’t have many friends, until I moved to San Antonio is where I found a great home in 2007, the neighborhood was filled with nice people and each house actually had a lawn and not just broken cars or dried dirt in the front porches. The community was fantastic as well, the people and atmosphere we lived in when we moved to San Antonio was so much better than Laredo because people were actually nice to you and everyone didn’t look like they were going to cause trouble.
When I moved to Utah to Idaho I was three years old. My family and I lived in a brown two floor house in utah with my uncle Martin for a while until he moved out. My cousins, aunts, and uncles used to come visit every single second. We weren 't ever alone. When we moved to Idaho it was just my family living in Idaho in a light brown house with a star on top.
Cultural shock was something that I never thought I would have to experience in my life. Needing to move from Puerto Rico to Texas, due to the fact that education and success have always been a priority in my family, they wanted a better education for me and Puerto Rico was going through some economic deprivations. Therefore, throughout my course of moving to Texas, I was faced with the reality that I had to, master the English language in order for me to sustain a comfortable and easy life in Texas. This struggle was more than just learning a language, this helped me become the person that I am today, determined, ambitious, and efficient, I was able to learn the language with these traits and they will allow me to accomplish any aspirations
As I walked into the school, I immediately noticed how old the building was. You can tell sections of the building had been there for decades as doors, lighting and rooms resembled a style more fit for the 1980’s than the 2010’s. However, additions to the building have been added to accommodate size concerns, with those sections having newer structures and being better lit. However, I did notice, at least in my classroom, students had laptops to use, though the laptops were school property.
When I was 14 I had to move to San Clemente, California. I had already recently moved temporarily to Texas while a house was made ready for us on the military base. “The house is ready!” my mother had said excitedly, after being on the phone for a few minutes. “It’s time to go back?”
Rose House is a close knit community that allows me to freely express my opinions and collaborate with my fellow peers. Being a Rose Scholar, I have realized how attending events allowed me to broaden my intellectual ability and bond with my peers. I have made my closest friends from participating in the Rose Scholars events. I feel Rose has a lot to offer to its residents and being a student assistant will allow me to pass my experiences to new and current residents.
Growing up i always struggled with coming to terms with how i was raised and my environment. I was raised in Brentwood, New York, in a community commonly known for gang violence and troubled teens. It was a very scary place at a young age i remember all the extra lockdown drills we had, all the kids crying because they were scared of the gunshot they just heard whether it be a few blocks down or just outside our school window. I remember kids coming to school crying because of the gang war that happened on their street the night before. I remember my principle having to walk me to the school gate because the creepy old man wouldn't leave 7 year old me alone and how i was afraid of just belonging to a community like that.
Can you guess where my first trip was to? In May 13, 2003, I had my first trip to El Paso Texas. I woke up at 8am I was super excited and nervous at the same time, because I knew this trip would be a great experience for me. I was going to take a plane for the first time.
San Antonio It was five months after I realized that we were serious, five months and two days both of our families were getting together to go out of town to San, Antonio Texas. You have to take the time to realize it was both of our own families together who have hardly ever met, to be together for two days. Though I was nervous, it never scared me for the fact that it was her I was going to be with for two days. The day came, it was the mid-July up at six am ready to hit the road ready for this small getaway.
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 remember my first day at a Texas school, I was so overwhelmed with all of the different personalities surrounding me. While living here in Minnesota we are not exposed by much culture, but in Texas I was exposed to so much at one time. When I first met my best friends, I thought they were so cool and different. My friend Alexis was a
My family moved around a lot for many reasons. There were two things that pushed them and one thing that pulled them. They all lived near Natrona Heights, I believe, but they moved to Burrell and there weren’t many urbanization issues. Burrell is safe and there are cops looking over schools and houses. One push factor for why they moved was from the lack of security and lack of safety.
