Haunting Past I remember driving up to UC Davis on move in day. The parking lot was full of nervous and tired students. However, I was very excited, nervous, shaking, and my heart was beating a million beats per second. This was a big step for me. I was moving away from home for the first time and I was going to be on my own. I remember seeing all the dorms for the first time, they were a deep orange, olive green, and a bright yellow. Before I started to unpack, my family and I took a tour around the campus. As we walked around campus we came across the cows, they had a huge pink nose and a large tongue. That day we also went to see some of the lecture halls. Right off the back I felt overwhelmed. Just seeing the movie theater like seats made …show more content…
I was very exhausted with our first trip. But we weren’t even halfway done. It took my family and I about an hour and a half and at least five more trips up and down the stairs to finish unloading all of my things. To top it all off the day was sizzling hot. I remember see my orientation leader at move in day. She offered to help me move some of my stuff up to my new room. As I was moving in, she gave me tips on how I could survive my first year of college. Some of the tips she gave me was to manage my time and to get help when I need it. The first time I walked into my room it felt as small as a shoe box. I felt like none of my things were going to fit in a tiny closet. It was very hard to fit my whole life in a shoe box. After I crammed everything in my new room I went with my family. They said goodbye and with tears in my eyes I felt very heartbroken. As I saw them ride off I remember all of the things I had to go through to get to where …show more content…
When she was sixteen when she had me and because of financial reasons she wasn’t able to finish high school. Before I was born she decided that it would be best for her to come to the U.S. A few months after she decided this she went on this journey. She left Aguascalientes, Mexico a very small town in the center of Mexico. This was very hard for her because she was leaving behind all of her family for me to have a better life. When she got to the U.S. she didn’t know anyone. This made it extremely hard for her to find a place to live. She also didn’t know English at all. She had to go through many struggles for me to get here. She had many little jobs that helped us out but we would always have so financial hardship at one point or another. For about three years I remember her having a hard time trying to pay rent for one room. She was a single mother of three and we weren’t financially stable. I remember all of the stories that she would tell me as a kid about everything she did for me. Knowing how hard she struggled just for me to get here makes me feel like I should make her proud and become a doctor just like she always
I went to school, except this time with a funny feeling, knowing this was the last time I would ever see any of them. All my friends and other family, I wouldn’t be seeing for a long time. Then the day came. We all woke up early that morning. My mom helped me and my brothers pack our bags and get ready for the flight. As a family we made our way to the airport with a drive that felt like it took a million years. Finally, we reached the airports and I was ready to collapse in a seat and go right to sleep.
As I woke up that faithful Monday morning, rain fell in torrents from the sky. It had been raining all weekend, and it would not stop no matter how hard I begged. My family and I had stayed in a hotel near to my new college for a few days before the move-in day. I felt apprehensive about the whole situation, and the rain did not help this feeling. As the upperclassmen loaded up my belongings onto carts, my parents and siblings followed me up to my new dorm. Then, as I opened the door for the first time, I flinched at seeing my new room. The room was tiny compared to my bedroom at home. On top of that, I am only able to utilize half of the space.
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Consequently, this experience has given a lot of talk about me. I define me a strong person, having difficulties, feelings through, without my family and friends. I know I can do this. I am more confident and calmer than when I just came to the United States. I’ve learned that if you give up in whatever thing you do or have negative thoughts you will not be a successful person. Don’t make poor decisions, that is an advice that always have it in mind. I’m moving forward in my school’s grades to try to get a scholarship, make my parents proud. I’m thankful to my parents for teaching me everything I know so far, for being the person that I am today. I’m still trying to learn English and adapted in a new country. I know this is difficult, but not difficult, to overcome this challenge that was for
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