Getting A New Country Can Be A Very Difficult Transition For A Child

8th grade has been a hell of a ride, I went through ups and downs, met new people, learned new things, and finally finished middle school. But along this hellish ride I encountered many challenges (and sorta solved them). I learned life lessons and had people help me along the way, I achieved goals that I set for myself. Most importantly, I learned many methods from AVID that I hope I will always use and take advantage of. Without AVID I would probably not care about my grades so much as much as I do now.

Transitions are never an easy thing to conquer. It is often hard and stressful to cope with changes to one’s surrounding, but in the cases in which one manages to conquer this obstacle, elevation of knowledge and experience are great results gained from this achievement. I originally came from Africa and recently moved to the United States to join my mother and my step father. This great change in the things I had become accustomed to in my daily life was not easy, furthermore taking into account the fact that I had never experienced a transition so little as shifting from one residence to another.

I was 14-year-old when I left my country to move to America in March 2012. When I heard I was moving to the United States, I was so delighted words cannot even describe how excited I was that day. I remember the night before my trip I could not sleep. I was excited because my whole family was going to be with me. My dad migrated to Florida four years before we came, therefore, I could not wait to see him again.

My mother was lucky enough to win a lottery in Cote d’Ivoire that allowed for us to step up the ladder of developing and developed countries and immigrate to the United States of America. With her she brought her son, 8 at the time with no education. She brought her sister, 19 at the time with very little education. And she brought me, her daughter, all of 4 years old.

Seven years earlier, I migrated to Hawaii when I was twenty-three. I had flown away from my mother and my life in the Philippines. Like young adults and being rebellious, I wanted to live on my own away from my mother 's roof. I left the city life I grew up with in the Philippines in hope of a better life in another country.

Coming from Cuba to The United States of America was a dream; however, a nightmare as well. I came to live to Miami when I was nine years old during fourth grade. My family constantly told me to study hard to be able to graduate from high school and go to college. In addition, learning a new culture, language, and educational system was tough for me. High-school graduation was my main goal to reach since I came to this country; yet, I had a long pathway to walk and full of challenges.

After I graduated from middle school and entered high school, I experienced numerous changes throughout my learning and education. During my freshman year of high school, I was able to apply the skills, concepts, and knowledge that I learned throughout my years in middle school, which allowed me to gain success as a student. I

Coming to a new country is hard, especally when you don’t know the language- up until I started school, it hadn’t been a problem for me. With the help of my parents, I was abe to overcome the challenge and become a great student. When I was in 4th grade, I was blessed with the opportunity to go to a better school where I’d recieve better education for

My parents wanted their kids to have a better life where they wouldn’t have to worry about getting killed one afternoon or attain affiliation with a gang at the age of 5; they came up with the idea to move us to America. At first they struggled to acquire the money because the economy in El, Salvador is horrible, but when they finally made enough to move our whole family they took the first opportunity they could take.

Leaving your native country and immigrating to another is something many children experience at a young age. As an infant or toddler, we have no control over what our parents do with us or where they take us, because as an infant we have to trust them. The kids that are brought here are “Americans in their hearts and minds in every single way but one, on paper are not.” (Sherry) Recently, immigration stories have increasingly been heard from the Latino/chicano population due to political issues. We always hear about people immigrating majorly among two countries, Mexico and the U.S. Many Mexican families migrate to the U.S in search of the so called “American Dream” and a better education for their

At first I felt overwhelmed by my teachers because I understood my parents were angry that my teachers were able to say that to them, however, as time went on, I improved in a plethora of subjects such as math and science. It left my teachers shocked because she never would have guessed that in the end I would be ahead of the class as I was mainly the only one that participated during the lessons, got high scores on test and did the homework every day. By being in the Honors College, I have the motivation and capability to mentor other students in the future with the same past, students who faced adversity because of their background and give them tips on how to improve their comprehensive skills. Which is why when I moved back to Cicero, I tutored a lot of my friends that were struggling. Living in Cicero, many of my friends come from low income backgrounds, because of this I’m able to tutor and interact with many kinds of people. Even though I had a rough start in my education, it was mainly due to my perseverance, motivation, stubbornness and the support of my parents that I was able to succeed, prove my teachers wrong and get to where I am

Moving from a place you called home to foreigner land may be difficult for a five-year old, petite girl who was barely processing the fact that she might never see her blind Asian grandmother again. Although, the United States of America has brought many benefits and opportunities, I brought disadvantages such as being humiliated in elementary, the adaptation of a new country, and being unable to see the rest of my family in Mexico, However, these circumstances led to the person I am today.

My experience of moving to the USA included a couple of steps such as preparing, arriving, and adopting. Moving to America was one of the most thrilling and exciting experiences I have ever had in my life. It all started after I graduated from high school. I had always dreamed of going to abroad to study in a better school to be successful in life. My dad was leaving me hints here and there that he was going to send me America for school, but I was sure that it wasn’t going to happen because getting a student visa was tough back then. However, that summer when I saw that letter in my mail from the immigration department of USA for an interview, I was speechless.

In junior High School, things started to turn around for me. Although I was still placed in lower level classes, I developed a love for learning. In the years to come from Junior High to High School, I had a strong urge to make up for lost time. One class I started to excel in was the one I used to have the most trouble with, Mathematics. It seemed as though the once boring and complex equations now seemed meaningful and simple. As I progressed into 8th grade, I was able to advance to normal classes. I felt that the hard work I put in was finally paying of. At this point, I felt that I could handle a higher level. At the end of 8th grade, I took the necessary procedures and tests to try and get into honor - level courses in 9th grade. After taking a summer course of Algebra 1 and several tests I was able to succeed and take the classes. The experience was great. I felt that I was finally going the right direction

My drawings impressed my teachers. When my mother and father separated, we moved to Miami, Florida. We stayed with family and moved so many times to different locations. My mother became an addict. This led me to love school. School was a way for me to get away from what was going on at home. I attended Olinda Elementary School on 22nd avenue and 54th street. My kindergarten teacher was Mr. Michaelchek. I remember this teacher because he was hard. He wanted to see which of his students were gifted and which were regular students. We did every subject in his class. I do not remember doing any science though. He focus a lot on math and reading. I remember one assignment where he was teaching us how to add three digit numbers and everyone