Moving To America Personal Statement

Moving to America, was a difficult transition for me. I had come to the realization that I wasn’t going to see my friends any time soon back in Iran and that was hard to overcome at a young age. I was alone as a child because my siblings are a lot older than me, and my parents’ had the challenge of starting over because they had left everything behind in Iran. However, that wasn’t going to get in the way of me succeeding in school. I have always been a fast learner, by the age of eight I had already learned four languages. Also, I was voted most improved by my classmate every year I was in Elementary School. This might not seem like a big achievement, but as a young student in a new country it was a huge motivation boost for me to improve every

I want to inspire people. I want someone to look at me and say “because of you I didn’t give up.” I was born in America. Since my grandfather lives in America, my father brought my mother to be taken care of by my parents. Afterwards, I moved to Hong Kong with my parents, who were moving for job purposes. Although I understand the American culture, America and the Americans have always fascinated me. After coming back to America, I found it hard to get used to the American culture again. Though the American culture had changed since the last time I was there, I still found it fascinating. At first, I could not get along with my classmate in my former school. However, my social nature saw me talk with other people, which made it easier for me to settle after some few months.

Even though it hasn’t been a long time since our family has moved to America, it feels like a lifetime ago. I can barely remember the days of walking around barefoot and only having a small piece of bread to eat, while here everyone has shoes to wear and eats pasta multiple times a week. How my life has changed in such a short time. Everyone and everything moves at such fast pace here, if one blinks they can miss a lifetime. Back in Sicily, the days drug on while everyone went through the motions of their days on the farm. There are many differences between Sicily and here in America, but the first time I laid my eyes on the Statue of Liberty, I knew I was meant to be an American.

The day was finally here. It was November 11, 1990, the day that our family was to go to ¡®Land Of Liberty.¡¯ I heard so many different things about this country called United States of America and I was warned that it would be nothing you¡¯ve expected. The plane ride did not seem as long as it was; partly because I was lost in my own thoughts with hopes and anxiety. I thought about what I will become in this massive country I was headed and how soon I will adapt to this new culture and people.

There was a time she didn’t know how to describe a “white board marker” in Chinese, so she asked her class how to say it. “One girl, who went by the name of Tracy, eagerly told [Stephanie the word], and had a huge smile on her face” (Lam). Even though the language barrier was difficult, she and her students overcame it together with pointing and various other universal gestures and facial expressions. This way, the students were encouraged to understand English better to communicate with their teacher, and my cousin refined her own oral Chinese skills. The students “were kind and willing to help despite [her] poor Chinese, and didn’t judge [her] either” (Lam). The students were happy enough that she came all the way to Taiwan to teach them English. They respected this, and were eager to help her discover a new culture and improve on her Chinese abilities. The barrier was still tough for Stephanie, but thanks to the kindness of her students, it was much easier to bear through and succeed. It was a new and unknown world for my cousin, but she still made the most of her experience and discovered so much more about East Asian culture.

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religious persecution. America was a great place to travel to, because of its freedom of religion bill, which was passed in 1786. This bill allowed anyone to have the religion they desired, and also granted

Over the past seven years my family and I have moved to many different countries and we have never stayed in one place for very long. In the year 2009 my family moved to Costa Rica, in 2010 we moved to Guatemala, then in 2011 we moved back to the US, then in 2012 we moved to England, and finally in 2015 I moved by myself back to the US. I really struggled with the moving to different countries so often, the biggest struggle I had was I never felt like I had a permanent home. It also felt like every time I finally put down roots, they just got ripped up again. On the other hand, one of my best friends, who also moved to many different countries all over the world, never struggled with it and loved the adventurous aspect of moving. For the longest

Transitions are a part of life. Most people their first big move is going to college after high school. Mine was gliding over the Pacific Ocean at the age of three to New Zealand. When most people think of this country, they think of The Lord of the Rings, an abundance of sheep, or even, “that one island close to Australia”. To me, though, New Zealand was my home. After nine years, I would be leaving everything I knew and I would be moving to America. However, my life did not start in New Zealand. I was born in Fairfax Hospital, Virginia, and for the first three years of my life, I lived in America. I don’t remember much about the house we lived in, but I do remember walks to the park and my black Labrador: Pepper. We had to leave her behind when we moved to New Zealand in 2000 because strict bio-security laws would require her to be quarantined. She was left behind. I left many more memories behind in New Zealand when I moved back to America in 2009. Things like

I've been meaning to write, but work has been mighty tiring. Sally and I are in good health thanks be to God. I was also blessed to find both lodging and gainful employment. Our living arrangements are modest. Sally and I share two rooms in an attic for which we pay $4 a month. We live in what is called tenement housing. It is rather dark and it gets hot enough during the summer that we escape to the roof for respite from the heat. There is also the spread of disease to worry about. Sally and I have been lucky enough to avoid getting sick, but with people living so close to together and houses being packed closer together than sardines I fear that our luck will run out soon. We try our best to keep our home tidy, but there is not much we can

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 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.

Arnie Dungo picks me up in his giant gleaming silver truck and I’m greeted by my 4-month old puppy. I say hello and I give my dog, Balloo, a few pats on the head before shoving him into the back seat. He offers to take me to Nuka for dinner so I brought up the subject of my upcoming essay. My dad agrees to let me interview him but I could tell he was reluctant. After seeing the look on his face when i brought up the subject, I knew it was a time that he was not too fond of. My dad never talked about his experiences in college so for a lot of my childhood, I was unaware that he had even gone.

Living in a diverse community as a new immigrant, speaking Chinese is the only thing I felt at home. Surprisingly, starting from my freshman year, many classmate talked to me in Chinese to practice their speaking, which made me realized Chinese has became a connection between me and the new environment. By this notion, I started to assist my Chinese teacher with providing additional help for the students, such as improving pronunciation, recognizing Chinese characters, and learning verb tense. I felt fulfilled when my classmates showed improvements by talking to me with fluent Chinese because it proved that my influence of Chinese has engraved in this diverse community. The experience in teaching not only inspired me to help people, but it

The educational atmosphere in Taiwan was very competitive and stressful. To keep myself ahead of others, I dedicated my all and graduated from elementary as the top of the class. I moved to the U.S. and started eighth grade despite lacking any English skill. I was discouraged at one point, however, I believed hardworking is the key to succeed. Thus, I sought for help, studied hard, and graduated