Becoming An Immigrant

We suffered for the next few months because no matter how hard my father tried he couldn’t find a farm that needed help, my father never got a full education so getting a job is complicated because he doesn’t know how to do many things. But, finally my father found a farm that was being sold off… we did have some money so we bought it. Although we had bought it, we couldn’t go there until the home was built, so, we stayed on the Squatter Camp for a little longer. The house was finally built and we moved in.

Hello reader, I’m about to tell you a story of some of my life. I am not normally one to volunteer details about myself, which I’ll remain somewhat reserved or completely leave some events out of this autobiography. Nonetheless, I believe I can still make my story interesting for the reader. I was born 1979, in Tampa, Florida; which, is also the same day my biological father decided to leave my mother and I. My mother isn’t a native Floridian, but had moved there with her family when she was still an infant, and had spent most of her life growing up in Florida. Needless to say, my father leaving was not an exciting time for my mother and I. Although she was employed Jimmy Cater was president and had taken the nation into

Humanity is ever so much more complicated than one could have ever imagined. Humans can thrive on change, but ultimately look for something to declare as home. In search of this home people travel long distances and risk everything they have. When an American contemplates the word immigrant, one imagines the countless people from Mexico crossing into our country or the refugees that hope to make this country their home. What eludes most of us, however, is the reality that most people were, at one point, immigrants to this country and that our forefathers came here exactly the same as refugees come today. What is brought to mind when I hear the word immigrant is hope and perseverance. I remember the countless people who have traveled here

Being a descendant of a veteran makes me proud of my family and its history and hardwork and dedication. Makes me proud of my country and where I come from. Helps me have a better appreciation for those who fight for our country. Makes me thankful that they give up so much like being with their family, sleep and being able to come home and take days off of work, so that I can sleep at night peacefully in my bed without having to worry about what is going on outside my house. It means putting trust in my country and everything that it stands for. It means saying that Pledge Allegiance with meaning and understanding on the words that I am saying. Sitting there at the table listening to stories they share about what they have been through, being able to vividly see

I am who I am today because of my parents, first my dad worked so hard in order to be able to pay to get our papers and be able to legally come into the country. The immigration process took more than 10 years. We were only able to see my dad once a year because he was here working and saving up to bring the family together. In July of 1998 just 3 months before I was born my sister Elena passed away before being able to come into the country, she waited for so long to reunite with my dad and it didn't happen she left before her dream came into reality. When my family was finally able to reunite we made the most of it we enjoyed every second with each other. When I entered school I was known for the Mexican girl who didn't know English however

It was the 11th, the day that we arrived. My dad and my sister had already made it, and it was really late. My flight landed, and so had 16 others. We off of the flight, and headed straight for immigration. Last time we came, immigration took 5 minutes, but this time, it took 45! After the long immigration process, we went to the baggage belt, where we couldn’t find our bags. While we were walking to go and file a complaint, we found one of our bags off of the baggage belt. Others took our bags off of the belt, so we went around the belt to find the bags. After we found the bags, we headed out of the airport. It was 4 am, and as soon as we got home, we went to sleep. We got up at about nine and got ready to go to my aunt and uncle’s 25th anniversary

There was a loud bang on the door. I sat up right away along with the other 13 people in my room. A soldier dress in head to toe with his uniform along with a winter jacket. He threw five pieces of bread on the floor and told us to go to work before leaving. The bread only got split upon nine of us; I was one of those nine. I had noticed a young boy did not get a piece so I gave him mine. The boy looked at me with a blank stare and took the bread from my frangile bonny fingers. I stood up, buttoned my shirt and adjusted my shorts. Under that slats of wood I slept on, I hid a scarve that I stole from a dead woman. I pulled it out and tucked it in my shirt so no one would notice. As I stepped out the door frame I felt a chilling breeze up my

have you ever wonder how it is to be an immigrant? Traveling over the border to actually be free? To have better job opportunities, to let your children be able to receive the education. Tuesday, November 8. Karla Rodriguez, a senior high school. She’s a regular citizen. On election day, a day to choose our president. Karla was ready. She was ready to go through what was expected. Karla got dressed on a Tuesday morning, getting ready for school. As she left her room, she went downstairs for breakfast. As she stumble down the stairs, her brother’s son started crying. She went back upstairs to go check on the baby. After she was done with the baby, she went downstairs and heard yelling in the kitchen. She heard her abuela and mom fighting over

If I came to the U.S as a child and found out I was never an American citizen when I turned 18, I would do everything in my power to try to get my citizenship. Following the devastating news, I would feel betrayed and unwanted. I would also feel as if I have nobody to turn to since all my friends wouldn't be able to relate because they are naturally born citizens. However, I would still attempt to go to college and get a profession. I have always felt that the best way to gain the respect of others is to be well educated and have a professional career. The DREAM Act would be a reform that would help me in this situation because it would allow me to continue my education without fear of deportation. Especially since I would have been less than the age of 16 when I got to the United States and have graduated high school, which are requirements of the DREAM Act. Although, current immigration debates would possibly make my search for a profession tough because the DREAM Act doesn't guarantee citizenship (Module 3, p.11). Thus, many jobs prefer a potential candidate for a job to have a United States citizenship.

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Today, the United States of America may also called as immigrant country. The country of many different immigrants around the world who gathered with hopes and dreams. There were two differences groups of immigrants that came to the United States, in the early years. One as referring to "Old" immigrant and another as “New" immigrant (Delorezo). The old immigrants were coming from western and northern Europe and England and English territories during the time of colonial period. English, Scotch, Irish, Dutch, German, Swedish, and Scandinavians were considered as the first immigrants (Delorenzo). The new immigrants were settled in the United State in the period of intense industrial development knows as the gilded age or progressive era. These

My parents and grandmother are large influencers of who I am today and who I aspire to be in the future. My mother, father and grandmother couldn’t be more different from each other, but they all have one aspect in common: they’re immigrants. My parents moved to Florida in the 90s, in the hopes of providing a better life not only for themselves, but their future family. Once my sister and I were born, my grandmother moved to Florida to take care of us while my parents were working. My mother, father and grandmother have each instilled lessons of their journeys and hardships that come from being an immigrant in America. These lessons have shaped me into the person I am today.

Suddenly it was clear to me that I had to go into the battlefield to drag those injured men out from the front line. There I sat on the corner of the building hearing those men call my name “Steve help us, hurry”, then I waited for the right moment to go in and it came when they reloaded guns. I went in crouching down and then out of the blue I saw this girl in the building scared and afraid, but the men were crying out “Steve help us”, so I dove quickly dragging each man one by one until there were none left. After the injured men and I went back to H.Q. where I started to take care of them. When no one was looking I went back to where the little girl was and when I got there she was still there, I went up to her and carried here to H.Q.

My sister and I were forced to live in multiple shelters, long-stay motels, and family member’s households. It was mainly due to my family’s inability to afford to pay for electric, gas (especially in a Chicago winter), and many times food. Having to wear our neighbor’s clothes and it being announced in front of our whole class made me when want to quit numerous times. My sister and I declared that we would never subject our children to the tortures and neglect we had to go

For years, I convinced myself that the story of my life began when I arrived in America at eleven months old. I tumbled through the clichéd white-picket-fence childhood, never realizing how impossible it was to completely discard the first year of my infancy. While I had always known about being adopted from China, I did not fully comprehend the weight of this detail until my late teenage years.