My families’ migration story dates back to three generations. My great-grandfather came to the United States for the first time through the Bracero Program; a program that “brought millions of Mexican guest workers to the United States [which] grew out of a series of bilateral agreements between Mexico and the United States short-term, from 1942 to 1964.” Unfortunately, my great-grandfather passed away a while back when I was very young, therefore, for this assignment, I decided to acknowledge my parents’ migration story, a story that relies on a series of events that tore our family apart but simultaneously brought us closer together. I interviewed my mother and my father regarding, their own individual migration stories while also focusing…
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.…
Look Through a Broader Lens For centuries, people have arrived on American land with little more than a suitcase and a dream of a better life. The promise of freedom and equal opportunity continues to attract foreigners to America, even though many thought that with hard work and dedication could lead an American immigrant to success. Having reached the promised land, immigrants find themselves faced with unimaginable obstacles. My family came to America to pursue a better life. Both of my parents came from middle class family in Dalian, China.…
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.…
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.…
It was 1884, when the Law of Religion was passed. The law didn't allow citizens of Poland to practice their own religion. My parents were furious, especially my father who was a preacher at the town Church of God. So, my parents allowed that my sister, Lena, and I would move to America with them. It was going to be a long journey, this I already knew.…
Two days of flying is a long trip for a girl who is only ten years old! That’s how long it took my family and I to come to America. Everything was new and strange. We stayed at my grandparent’s apartment for awhile, and I had so many questions about everything. I wondered why everything was so different.…
“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.…
My series of rather challenging events seven years ago, when my family moved from Myanmar to the United States. I had just turned nine when my sister received news that she was accepted into UC Berkeley. My whole family was ecstatic as we prepared for our move to San Francisco. People tried to explain to me what it would be like to live on the other side of the ocean. Little did I know, San Francisco and Yangon were polar opposites - one a bustling, concrete city and the other a quiet, somber town.…
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.…
After immigrating to the United States, with virtually no English skills, I was lonely. I recall trying to talk with girls at school and not even being able to share the simplest of stories with them. My every attempt to build friendships failed. As a social person, who is invigorated by conversation, this was crushing. I could not even share similar experiences with them due to the financial struggles my immigrant family faced.…
Two minutes left in the game and we are a goal away from winning the first game of the season for my sister’s soccer team. The clock is ticking and time is running out. I sprint down the field with the ball as fast as I can when suddenly BAM! Lights out.…
The country that I am from has a lot of good places to go such museums and bunch of historical places. I am originally from Russia Moscow and I have lived there for 15 years . My nationality is Armenian and so my whole family. Before coming to USA I have studied little bit of English in Russia and that was really hard for me to do.…
Timeline 1. 12 October 2007, moving to the United States. First day, when I moved to the United States I already knew that there will be a lot of changes I will have to face in my life. I was only 13 when I moved to the United States, It was really a big change coming to the freedom country where a lot of things are so different than India. After coming to United States I realized that my life will be way different than what I expected in India.…