In America most people are composed of diverse nationalities. Each person has a story behind their eyes, such as how they got to the United States and where they came from. If someone were to guess my specific nationality based off my generic name and pale skin color, most likely the guess would be Irish or Norwegian. In reality, my nationality is from all over, my closest and most recent ancestor from Italy. America is a country entirely based off immigrants, which means everyone has a different origin and backstory.…
I sat in the front seat as the officer drove down Broadway to Santa Maria High School to pick up Roberto. The officer got out of the car to pick up Roberto to drive us down to deportation. As we got to deportation Roberto and I wondered what will we do next. When the officer called us down to get of the white van he told me and Roberto, "Do you guys have any family here?"…
Son: I am my parent’s only child. I am their son and I was named after my father. I chose this as the first noun that describes me because I love my parents and I am everything I am today because of them. Student: I am currently a student at Perimeter college and am trying hard to get my associates degree.…
Everyone is unique in a different way and being different is such a beautiful thing. I was born in Guadalajara, Jalisco Mexico. I have worked as hard as I can to successed and chase my dreams here in America. As time has passed, I have discovered what I love and what I want to do in life. All I need is encoragement and support; I know I could make it.…
In 2007, I was hired by Irving Police department and completed the academy as the valedictorian. I’m currently assigned to patrol and still enjoy it as if it was the first day. The work is challenging and for the most part each call is like a new adventure. The work that intrigues me the most and I truly enjoy is narcotics interdiction.…
What comes to mind when you hear the word “Immigrant”? Do you think of people who are living in the shadows? People who are working for less than minimum wage on the fields in scorching heat just to provide for their families? Maybe you think of people who are “stealing” jobs, who don’t belong in the United States. Whatever your opinion may be, one undeniable fact is that immigrants are here in the United States.…
There was a time where I was both courageous and cowardly. If I could go back in time, I would spit facts towards the teacher. But being seven or eight at the time, I rebelled the best way I could. Timidly, I grip the edges of my seat.…
“Do you remember coming to America grandma?” I replied, “Just like yesterday, Clarice”. It seems just like yesterday.. It was one frigid morning in Rome, Italy. November 19, 1893 to be exact.…
I came to America when I was a teenager and did not know any English. I felt strange and anxious at school and tried to fit in the new environment. The school system was totally different compared to where I came from. I did not know what to do but did not know how to get help. Every day in class, I was doing the math and only math.…
“The supreme law of the land!” A middle aged woman from Burma shouts at me excitedly as I stand in the front of the classroom. “Team one officially takes the lead. You better pick up the pace team two,” I jokingly reply back as I make a tally mark on the whiteboard.…
The Journey Of An Immigrant We all have a common goal in life to better ourselves and progress not to stay stuck in the same place for the rest of your life to have a future. In Mexico is hard to progress when you come from a small house with 6 siblings and a poor upbringing with an alcoholic and abusive mom while dad does everything to feed 8 kids - this why I took to journey to America. He was the youngest out the six his older brother in America doing great his house and a car with money that is all he taught during his childhood. So right After high school with the money he had been saving he bought a coyote august 10 he had to say goodbye to the little ranch that shaped who he has and to his family and friends leaving everything behind…
Narrative Essay It was at the beginning of my senior year when my counselor started urging my senior class to start thinking about what universities we wanted to apply to. At the time, I did not know which universities I wanted to apply to or what were the differences between a Cal State, a UC, and a Private University. I did not even know about financial aid. I just knew that I wanted to be the first in my family to attend a University and get a degree.…
After my long and tiresome journey to my long awaited paradise of America, I anticipated following the gold rush and providing for my family back in China. I hoped to find a better life in America. I ending up at the distant land of Angel Island or so I have been told of various other immigrants. As I arrived I was excited to advance from this point and adventure into the land called America, but I was told that I would not be allowed to enter. Due to the Chinese exclusion laws I am told that I cannot enter America.…
Immigration for me is a tough life, that my family and I been through. I would not wish anyone to go through it. When I hear about immigration. I remember the worst part of my life. The sadness living, that I went through.…
I born and raised over India. I am a third child of my family. While I was turned two years old and my uncle decided to do my file that way I can immigrant here in United State of America, so he did send my file to the immigration offices. I never know about that though. I was really friendly and outspoken person, started growing up with my awesome siblings, and my neighbor’s friends.…