The world I come from is filled with great people, and is set up with opportunities for success, and achievement. I come from a strong, large, multiracial family. A family of courage, pride and one that has fought to prosper for generations. I know because of them I became the woman I am today. I grew up very fortunate due to the fact that my parents fought so hard to give my three sister, brother and I the life they couldn't receive.…
My Family immigrated to the United States when I was just two years old. Growing up in an unknown place surrounded by a foreign language was difficult to say the least, if not for me then for my hardworking parents. This may have not been the most convenient of circumstances being raised in total isolation with no family, but it transformed me into the woman I am today. From this I have been able to appreciate my surroundings more, knowing the things people take for granted in the United States are privileges in other countries. Drivers complain about potholes in the roads, where i think of them as lucky to even have roads.…
The society that was the 1940s and 1950s in the United States was an entirely different world than modern day. From the way children were raised to politics and the state of the economy, the differences became more apparent as I interviewed two of my grandparents. The insights I gained from my knowledgeable grandparents allowed me to view the society we are currently living in with a much different, refined point of view. Biographies Beginning with my grandfather, Peter Muehr, my mom’s father, I was eager to absorb his viewpoint of the culture in which he was raised.…
My parents came to America through school because where there from colleges are not so great. My parents are from a small place in Africa called Rwanda, it’s a pretty small country and not a lot of people know about it. Well my parents didn’t know each other back in Rwanda but met in America. They came here because they were given the option to come to America paid by the government to take studies and come back. My parents obviously didn’t do that but they got that privilege because they did good in school and over there school shapes your life more than it does here.…
It was in the late 1980’s that the first of my family immigrated to America. Like most immigrants, they came to this country in search of a better life than the one they left behind. I admire my parents for having the courage to come to this country and start over from zero. For most of their lives, my parents worked in the fields picking fruit. It is a physically demanding job that pays very little.…
They say the goal in life is to live the “American Dream” and I would say I am living it head first. It all started when the time in my life came to pick an Univeristy to attend, and boy am I ecstatic with my decision to attend West Virginia University. WVU opened so many doors for me; however, if it was not for my family, I would not be where I am today. I was very content with going to my local University and living at home because that was comfortable to me, but my family encourged me to find a new start.…
When I knew that I was gonna come to the United States for the very first time, I had a mishmash of emotions. Excitement was of course present, since I've fancied myself living the American dream. You know, the kind of life you see on TV. So, whenever I come back fresh from the States, wind blows like there's no tomorrow. All I say is how great life is in America.…
Little bit of Yankee, little bit of Ya’ll. Maybe a catchy t-shirt slogan, but not necessarily untrue. Having lived half my life in both New England and the South, I often feel like a combination of my two home experiences. This can be a little unsettling: up North, I’ve “turned Southern”, but down South, I’m definitely a Northerner. Though sometimes difficult, I’ve grown to like the alternate viewpoints I’ve gained living in different locations.…
“The America I Believe in” The day March 8, 2004, I was put into this world. At the time, I did not realize all the freedoms I have. My mother and my father are both faithful members of the Church of Christ and we go to church every time the doors are open, but I never realized that people around the world do not have those freedoms. Our military works hard all of the time. We do not need to be unaware of our freedoms.…
My American Dream For centuries, people from different countries have started to migrate to the United States for a better life. This mission of being successful is known for being an American Dream. The American Dream is basically someone who is trying their hardest to become successful in life. Those who come to the United States tend to work the hardest so they can support themselves, their family, and to be happy. For example, someone who worked very hard to support their family and be successful was Notorious B.I.G.…
Who am I? Am I an American? Or am I the culture that my family identify themselves as? These are the questions that I have asked myself my whole life, not knowing exactly what culture or country I am identified as, because I was raised by a solely immigrant family. I am aware that I may look different, however over the years I have learned to love myself for who I am and what makes me, me.…
Being a first generation American, the eldest of four children, and the first to attend college in my family; There is a lot of pressure on me to succeed and to pave a road where my siblings can follow in my footsteps. Both my parents were in Cambodia when the communist were in power, my dad ran away as a refugee and eventually through the American embassy, got to come to America. He came here speaking no english and with absolutely nothing in his pockets. He told me that a man had to give him ten dollars to buy shoes at the airport because he was boarding the plane without any shoes. Growing up, my parents knew what it was like to be hungry, scared for their life, and to not having anything.…
During the summer between my junior and senior year of high school, I realized I am Mexican. On one side of my family my grandparents are completely white but on the other side my grandparents are 100% Mexican. I grew up making tamales at Christmas and I learned about my culture. My grandparents who were born in Mexico came to the United States by walking across the border. I admired my grandparents’ strength and courage and they helped me understand the idea of The American Dream.…
My parents had me in 1988 in Los Angeles before moving here in Bakersfield. My parents have four children altogether. My ancestors’ histories happened during those times of battles in Mexico, Independence of Mexico, the Mexican Revolution, the Spanish Civil War, consequent of Aztec, and how my dad got his citizen during Reagan’s presidency. Most of my ancestors immigrated from Spain to Mexico. One drop of my ancestors was the Aztec.…
Both my parents and I were born in the United States, but the type of life style my parentes experienced were completely different from each other. My father was the youngest of 8 children; they were a very poor family with no stable home or income to provide for the large family. For the first 5 years of my father’s life his home was a tent that was near the current fields the family was working at. The family worked together as migrant…