Immigration To America Personal Statement

I never in my life did expect one day to write an essay for the Spanish Travel Scholarship and to write it in English! Fifteen year ago I was a typical Italian architecture student who, beyond doubt, had not yet established her role in the local, national, and global community, or her purpose in life. I spent my college years making my parents proud, and fulfilling teachers’ expectations. Nevertheless architecture wasn’t my college decision. It was my dad’s dream. When I was six years of age, he lost his engineering firm because of a stroke. He reinvented himself various times, after the stroke, but he has never been able to rebuild his engineering firm from the ashes. My architecture degree was his last opportunity to reopen his beloved

I was born in Merida, Mexico. That special day my father was in prison, he would leave our family by my fourth birthday. It would take me eight years to reunite with him in America. With two sisters and a single mother, I became the man of the house at a young age. Neither of my parents finished a high school education. I held my first job at age seven cleaning windshields at stoplights for any available change, in an effort to alleviate my mother’s burdens. My life experiences have taught me resiliency, hard work, and determination.

I have chosen essay topic number three. Describe a time when you realized something was not as it seemed and how it affected you.

I came to the United States when I was 15 years old to live with my mom and my two siblings. My mom is a single mother and head of the house who worked 40 or more weekly to give what my siblings and I need. She works in a pipe company cleaning and installing screws to pipes approximately around 25 pounds. She decided to work in a man job so she could get some extra dollars to fulfill our needs. However is not enough to pay for my books and tuition. I decided to work as well so I can pay some of my tuition and some of my other necessities. But what I earn is not enough to continue with my dreams. My dream is to be the first member of my family to earn a college degree. I want to encourage those people who are immigrants and had to get use to

I find nothing absurd regarding my habits. I’ve simply engaged all of my talents towards one goal, to know everything about everyone. By acquiring information about each and every person, I can avoid the devastation of which I encountered throughout my childhood. Authority and society have been the target of my schemes, from the start. To me, authority resembles a sham; people fail to acknowledge the tragedy that awaits them, and society fails to acknowledge its corrupt system.

I grew up in the bustling city of Lagos, then moved to the small town of Benin City, Nigeria, then to inner city New Jersey, and finally to suburban Texas. In this time I have developed a more nuanced worldview that enables me to empathize with people in different situations. Furthermore, I have also become exposed to the different sides of healthcare. Ten years ago, my left knee gave out from under me. Fearing medical costs, my mother diagnosed it as a simple dislocation. There was no indication of lingering damage until three years later when the knee gave out again with a sharp pain. This pain persisted for months, but my parents’ distrust in the quality of treatment of complex health problems in Nigeria forced me to learn to deal with it.

While I was growing up, I lived in many places. I was born in Budapest, Hungary and lived there until my father finished his medical degree when I was two years old. Soon after, for financial reasons, my family and I moved to the United States. First we lived in Missouri for five years, next we moved to North Carolina to be closer to our family. Periodically we returned to Hungary to visit relatives. With each visit, I learned more and more about Hungary, the language, and European culture. Luckily my mother had the wisdom to take my brothers and I back to Hungary to do a year of schooling there. That single year expanded my perspective of the world, it was no longer the United States as a separate entity from the rest of the world, but it

Last years, I was in Iraq, in Baghdad, in my house with my mom and sister. It was a beautiful weather, when the phone rang and my mom answered, immediately the smile became on her face when she heard we would travel to another country. After the phone closed, she came to us and said,¨we will finally travel to United States,let us go to prepare the backpacks, we do not have more time to waste¨these news were amazing, but I became sad that we left my cousin, my friend in Iraq. Next, we prepare to go to the pline, we moved in pline to Ardon, then to Germany, and then to United States. It was a fun trip in airport and also a tired one. Then,

I come from a country, Afghanistan, where 99 percent of the nation is Muslim and the majority of the people are illiterate. I am Muslim and grow up in an Islamic country. When I was in Afghanistan, I had no knowledge about other religions. Since I moved to America, I am thrilled that I started my school and got so much knowledge about others religions and cultures. In addition to that, our country’s government is very weak and people are suffering a lot in terms of all lives aspect. I always wanted to study something so that I can at least bring a positive change into people’s lives. I am very delighted that from such a poor country I came, study in America.

I moved to united states in June 2016. My life has been a roller coaster ride ever since. I got married to the love of my life and my best friend. Then God blessed us with a beautiful baby, who is now our world. I started college when my baby was one month old. I want to finish my studies just so that I can be a role model for my daughter. My major is accounting and I plan to do Bachelors in Business Administration and then I will try my best to be a Certified Public Accountant.

I am writing this letter to tell you that I have a unauthorized charge from your restaurant and to ask a refund.

My father, now retired Naval Commander Dean Amsden, has shown me time and time again what my responsibility to America is. Through his actions and words he has shown me that as a citizen I need to be strong. I need to stand for my rights, work hard and diligently, I need to stand for the rights of others, and protect those that cannot protect themselves. I need to follow all of these so that I can be a functioning and productive member of society. For the same reasons he has also shown me that I need to be kind, compassionate, and understanding. The principles of life I need in order to be human. What I need to develop my own personal code of ethics.

Last year, August 1 was nice day we were at home eating lunch and someone who work at UN call my dad and he said ''you will travel to U.S.A after two week'', he ask my dad are you agree to travel to U.S.A ? My dad said ''yes I agree''.

My family and I came to the United States on November 18, 2010 as a lawful permanent resident sponsored by my grandmother. And because my brother and I was under 21 years of age, we’re qualify under the F33 requirements set out by the USCIS (U.S. Citizenship and Immigration Services).

I’ve tried various phone numbers trying to get information about Roger’s Form G-884 submitted on February 17th. I was only able to reach an officer at the 1-800 number who suggested we either write another letter to the USCIS branch office, or appear in person. The local number I located for the branch office does not allow me to connect with anyone unless I have an extension