Illegal Immigration Narrative

As an Immigrant child, I had a conclusion that all immigrant parents come to America for a better education for their kids. They wanted to give them the opportunity to have a better life that they never had. In American the first thing that I notice was that the airport, weather, and the school are all very different.

I was born in Hidalgo, Texas, just five minutes across the Mexican border to my

Our family’s immigration to Canada started with my auntie. She is the first person came to Canada in my family, and then my uncle, my auntie’s family, and finally my family. She works as a nurse in Saskatoon. She has been here for fourteen years. My uncle arrived after her. Soon after, my uncle started to apply immigration for my family. Our application of immigration was a long process. We started to apply when I was grade 3, and the application was approved when I was in grade 3 of senior high school. (grade 9 in Canadian high school) In fact, my parents did not willing to immigrate to Canada. They were satisfied with the life in China. Canada was a totally strange country to them, different language and culture. My uncle told my parents

I was born in Fort Wayne, Indiana and I was the first child of my family. When I was one we moved to Arizona for a year. Then when we moved back to Indiana my sister was born, and now I have three brothers and three sisters. My life has taken taken some twists and turns and now I live in Grand Rapids, Michigan as a manager of agents for artists, performers and athletes.

What does illegal immigration mean to a hard working, middle class worker providing for a family of four? What does illegal immigration mean to someone who is getting jobs taken right underneath them from illegal immigrants that are willing to work the same job for a lower paycheck? What does illegal immigration mean to someone who is in need for a job? Illegal immigration is an epidemic occurring in the United States of America, the land of the free (to the legal citizens). There are many reasons why immigration is harmful and this essay will explain in detail the negative and positive effects of illegal immigration. Illegal immigration has many negative effects to the United States. Illegal immigration brings criminals into the country, the illegal immigrants are taking US citizens jobs at a lower cost, and anchor babies are forcing illegal immigrants to stay into the United States.

Today one of the biggest issues in America is illegal immigration; these people travel from all over the world, and illegally cross national borders onto U.S soil in desperation to find a better life. Immigrants come to America in hopes of fulfilling the American dream, being free and safe from their original home lands. Most immigrants are illegal and come by the millions each year, which lead to many controversial disputes. The overflow of immigrants caused many citizens to question if these illegal immigrants are damaging America in various way and also by bringing in crime, drugs, and terrorists. Others state that immigrants truly aids the economy “Indeed, some sectors of the economy might have a hard time functioning without illegal workers. (Katel 395) Many citizens believe illegal immigrants are taking jobs, and abusing government benefits, however many argue that these immigrants in fact contribute to a stronger economic stimulus, take unwanted jobs, and some even create jobs for Americans.

I grew up in the beautiful island of Puerto Rico, living most of my life on the country side with my Mom. My father was not in the picture, as he abandoned the house when I was very young.

This last summer the Foreign Language Club traveled to Costa Rica, a Spanish speaking country; this was a transforming experience for me because I learned many more things than just Spanish. It was the first time traveling without my parents and that was a little bit scary. I just turned 18 at the time.

I remember the day I knew I belonged in Emergency Services. I was a young cadet in the Civil Air Patrol, assigned to the radios on a search and rescue ground team. Somewhere in Northern Connecticut, an emergency beacon was calling for help, and it was up to us to find it. The high-pitched siren was the only sound in the van as I carefully manipulated the radio direction finder and called out instructions to the driver. The excitement and tension in the van were palpable as we closed in on the beacon.

Awoken by the startling nightmare of I.C.E seizing him, he stood up, recalling that it was time to leave. When his feet hit the ground, he sensed the dirt tickle his toes. Proceeding to the bathroom, he went on with his routine. He saw his family assembled in a semicircle to say their last goodbyes as he exited the bathroom. Tears started to form in his eyes, as he embraced his family. He heard the dwindled truck honk, knowing it was his signal to skedaddle. Each step he took grew heavier when he advanced to the door. His worn-off shoes scuffled in the dirt pathway as he entered the truck. Seconds later, the ageless tires slammed on the pebbles and the truck began leaving his home. Paradise was in sight. Immigration has been a subject that

Marco Rubio once said, ‘’The Hispanic community understands the American dream and have not - forgotten what they were promised- that in the US, a free market system allows them to succeed economically and security, for your family and leave your children off better than yourself.” I was born in Mexico and my parents immigrated to the U.S. with my siblings and me when I was seven. Living in Mexico was difficult. We didn't have running water or a sewer system. Since our village was in the mountains the electricity would go out often. Having lived there taught me to appreciate the things people take for granted. Growing up in the U.S I always saw my dad working arduously everyday cutting and trimming trees to be able to provide for our family. He goes into work at 7 a.m. and doesn't get home until 6 p.m., coming home

Ever since I was a young child, my dreams were filled with Emus, Emus, and more Emus. Those tall, long legged birds of glory fascinated me and invaded my every thought. I couldn’t go anywhere without imagining them- Two sticks reminded me of their powerful legs, capable of launching them forward at speeds almost as fast as North Korea's nuclear progression. A bird feather on the ground in Alberta Park would prompt me to think of their royal crown of feathers, not capable of flight, but still soaring high in the sky. I painted them in my Kindergarten class, like Van Gogh on cocaine, slapping paint one way and another until it represented one of these mythical beasts. I sat in the winter clicking Legos together and building four feet tall models

I’m an immigrant. I was born in Mexico and it was only until my parents decided to come to the United States that I am where I am. My mother tried to cross the border to come to the United States for the first time when I was still in her womb all by herself as my father was already in the Unites States working in order to provide for her in the way that he wasn’t able to do so by staying in Mexico. My mother was caught by immigration and was sent back. My mother was very disappointed because she knew that if she didn’t get me to the United States some way or another I wouldn’t get very far in life by staying in Mexico. My father returned back to Mexico when I was born and it wasn’t until I was 4 years old that they decided to try to cross the border once again. Although I was only 4 years old I remember the whole experience as if it was yesterday. The amount of fear of getting caught by immigration and having done everything for nothing was always in the back of my mind while going through the whole experience. Up to this day nothing has ever been as terrifying and nerve-wrecking as having to go through that whole experience especially for a 4 year old child but I will forever be grateful for the bravery and strength that my parents had to gather in

I was born in Albuquerque, New Mexico. I learned everything I needed to know there. Everything that has to do with life that is. I started my education there and I will continue it where ever I go. My educational background was just as normal and fun like any other kids. But I was the unique child that made my education different and more enjoyable. My learning process has five processes: elementary, middle, high school, college, and the future.

As mentioned before I was born in Caracas, Venezuela. Aside from traveling abroad on family vacations, I 've had the opportunity to be exposed to several cultures throughout my life. I lived in Tegucigalpa, Honduras, for 6 years due to my father 's work;