Admissions Essay: From My Migration To Canada

I was not born here in Canada, I'm originally from Haiti. I came to Canada when I was young and I only spoke French and Haitian Creole. In the beginning it was really hard adjusting to the new culture, life, school, making new friends, etc. it was like my world just turned upside down and I had to start all over again. Although Canada is a bilingual country where I was living, which is Windsor Ontario the majority of the people spoke English, most of the schools and government facility were also English places. I used to be really shy and quiet because I was afraid to be judged for not pronouncing or not understand what the words mean that is why when I went to school or any place that required me to speak English I just stayed quietly in a corner.

I interview my father who arrive to the united states from Mexico The major problem that motive my father to migrate to the U.S.A were as he mention on pages (1-2) was an economically problem has he said since he was a child he grew up in a farm with his parents and brothers and sisters and had many struggles since the only one that work was his father. My grandfather did all he could to give him an education and a better life that he had that’s the same idea he view for me when he become a father he was young and money was like the priority to care for the necessary that a child has, but to get money you need to have a job. With salary he earned at my grandfather farm he knew was not enough to support himself and a child and he could

On April 15th, 2017 I interviewed a member of the Tongva tribe, which present day Long Beach now inhabits. The tribal member, who asked to not be named, told me all about Long Beach’s long history as it was once a tribe and religious center and of CSU Long Beach’s history as an ancient burial site named Puvunga. The interview changed my understanding of my college campus and the city that I now live in. It has made me more sensitive to the struggles that Native Americans faced and still continue to face.

The first immigrants to the territory now constituting Canada were from Western Europe. The first great influx began early in the 19th century when large numbers of Europeans left their homelands to escape the economic distress resulting from the transformation of industry by the factory system and the concurrent shift from small-scale to large-scale farming. At the same time, wars, political oppression, and religious persecution caused a great many Europeans to seek freedom and security in Canada.

Canada needs not to be introduced when it comes for migration. The land of business and employment opportunities that is the only colorful destination that accepts large number of migrants every year is none other than Canada. With the migrants of more than two lakhs of people Canada is one that came up with a new migration scheme named express entry that is completely electronic based.

It was my husband Kris’ idea and not at all surprising. He was definitely the more adventurous one out of the two of us. Growing up, I tried desperately to please my parents while Kris had a much easier life. He was the only son between his two sisters and had an aptitude for picking up skills quickly while still maintaining his cool, calm personality. While I was stressed everyday trying to figure out each calculus question, he flew by physics without a hitch. Kris wanted to see the world and find out what was out there while I was happy and content with my stable job.

When I was five years old, I began the road trip that changed my life. I was born in Guatemala and my family and I decided to move to Canada for my father's new career. The journey had a duration of two weeks and was full of ups and downs, but I would not have wanted it to be any other way. This adventure really showed me the value of exploring new places, meeting new people, and gaining different perspectives. Since this occurrence, I have developed a strong passion for travel, getting to know new cultures, and learning new languages.

I recognized in their faces the same frustrations, confusion, and helplessness that plagued the early years of my family’s arrival in Canada as we struggled to adapt to life in an unfamiliar country where we could never be sure if we belonged. As someone whose childhood was a similar experience of poverty, the inaction of administrators and policy-makers to correct the situation not only instilled a deep sense of injustice in me on the workers’ behalf, but also engendered within me a sense of purpose to make sure that such social injustices do not continue to happen in the

When I first moved to Canada, I was 6 years old and ready to indulge in what the world had to offer. The first neighbourhood I lived in was the Jane and Finch area. When someone mentions the words “Jane and finch” negative connotations tend to fill the mind such as gunshots, murder, killing, robbery and any other phrase that represent a dystopia. It is a numbing feeling to know that the rest of the world (at least my world) views me as a nuisance. Nonetheless, what I have noticed is that people write-off the fact that people—humans go through such trauma and sometimes can never recover. One of the most traumatic experiences I went through was seeing a life taken away not too far from me. Unfortunately, as a 6-year-old, my resilience far surpassed those who never had to indulge in living in a priority 1 neighborhood. One day, I was playing outside with my peers. The blue of the sky was as vibrant as

“Immigration is critical to job creation and long term economic growth for the middle class. In so manys, Canada is what is today thanks to the entrepreneurial spirit of those who chose to build their lives here,’’ (Justin Trudeau). Canada is the second largest country in the world, yet we still have massive unfilled land. Canada has beautiful views and rivers which would attract immigrants to build their lives here. We can easily hold more people, In fact it would be great for us, because it would spur economic growth, but the immigrants might not have a job or might have to work a low end job. Having immigrants move to Canada is great, which has its positives and negatives and that Canada climate is also a very important reason which holds back people from entering.

Around the age of 13, and before moving to Canada, I used to attend a private school in Egypt called the Chouifat. I experienced some of my best memories and some of my worst. I have met some really inspiring people that taught me a lot, and I met some stupid people that carried me down the wrong path. I have done a great deal of good during my 9 years in that school and I have done a lot of bad too. During my last day of school I did something that was incredibly foolish. I decided to jump over the wall that surrounded the school. And this wall was not some cute wall that you can hope over, no! It was a 7 foot, rusty, old, unsafe, disgusting, dust covered wall. After I climbed and jumped off the wall on to the street, I hear a screeching

It has been approximately eighty five years since my ancestors first immigrated to Canada. My great grandfather came to Canada, then returned to Ukraine two years later to bring his wife and four sons. During the time he had been in Canada conditions had worsened in Ukraine, so they had to leave as quickly as they could. My great uncle decided to stay in Ukraine, despite the harsh living conditions Stalin was creating. The family sent him money over the years, but it was suspected that the Russian army intercepted those letters before they could ever benefit him. Meanwhile, they had moved to the small town of Radisson, Saskatchewan, and set up a farm. This is where my grandfather was born. Soon after the move the father died, leaving the mother

Before moving to Canada, I really only knew about the University of Toronto. When I told people that I was interested in computer science, the first thing they would say was, “Have you heard about the University of Waterloo?” My teachers and peers have praised Waterloo as having one of the best computer science programs in Ontario. This was initially why I looked further into this university. I knew that Waterloo was the place for me after I watched a video about the university. The part that really stuck with me was the university’s slogan, “Ideas start here®”. There are a few reasons for this.

As I walked to school in the rain, I pondered on how Chloe would react when I  tell her I'm moving to Canada. She's probably gonna whine. Maybe get pissed at my parents. Or scream; screaming is her specialty. She came to my elementary school in grade 3. She was put into my class and because I knew the school inside-out I showed her around. We've been close ever since, never ever leaving one another for someone else. We've known each other for 6 years, and now we won't even be in the same continent!

They say, “What does not kill me makes you stronger”. Looking back at my life, I could not agree more with this adage. Born and grown up as an immigrant means encountering with challenging discriminations against. I hardly could get high school education. Life obstacles for an immigrant are infinite and countless. For instance, I had to start working when I was just six in order to assist my family financially. I have never experienced the same fun and entertainments that my peers had. As the older son of family, I had to prematurely learn new things and adapt with new work environments to make money. Not only did not working and studying simultaneously affect me in a negative way but they also helped me to find my strengths. I was twelve when I saw how my cousin was editing a photo using Adobe Photo Shop. It was so amazing to me that I promised myself to collect my earnings to buy a computer as soon as possible. Two months later, I was self-studying by manipulating different multimedia software. I rapidly could earn money using computer by editing photos and movies. At that time, I figured that not only was I really talented in computer but I also could rely on it as my future career.