Moving To Cancun

I had already moved once to a different country where, from my point of view at eleven years old, the culture and the people were strange. The change from Cuba to Mexico had been difficult and adapting to their traditions and their dialect had been challenging, but I was able to adjust to this new place. It wasn’t bad, moving from my birth country to Mexico had taught me to observe the world in a different perspective and while struggling to adapt I learned a lot about myself.

It was the year 2008, I had just graduated from St. Michael’s School located in Los Angeles, CA. This year was quite exhilarating for me also scary because I was going to attend an all-girls high school. Los Angeles was my birth place also a place where I called home. One day, I came home to hearing my parents talking about moving to Mississippi. I remained devastated, not only we were moving to the south, I’m moving away from childhood friends. I was worried I wouldn’t see them again and I was worried that I wouldn’t be able to make new friends in Mississippi.

It was that time of the year ,which was back to school, it was the day ,I got to meet my 8th grade teacher ,I was sweating and had butterflies in my stomach. It was coincidence to find my friend Sheyla at the parking lot. Sheyla said she has met her teacher ,but needed a few more supplies ,so she was just back from getting her last supplies. Sheyla’s family went with us to met my teacher ,and I was glad to see her because it was quite a while since I last saw her. Later, after we left Berkmar grounds,I went to Sheyla’s house and we hangout the rest of the day. It was the first day of school, usually I would be feeling nervous,but today I wasn't ,which was good because I didn't want have sweating hands and a racing heartbeat. I arrived at Berkamr and went straight to homeroom ,I found my seat and waited. My first day at school wasn't to bad because the only thing

This story allowed me to see into the thoughts and emotions of a recently immigrated family. I was able to see how difficult it is to find a balance between your old culture and the one you are moving into, which I wasn’t aware was such a struggle. As a reader I was able to understand how the people around me potentially may be feeling, as this story gave me a good view of the emotions they experienced. Canada is a diverse place and now I am able to sympathize to people around me, since many have gone through the struggle of immigrating. Hopefully the story has allowed all readers to also see the challenge of moving to a new place, as some of them may have experienced it themselves and never had anyone understand. As an individual I cannot

In the summer of 2013, my mother told me that I would be moving to the United States, for reasons that she didn’t disclose to me. In the Dominican Republic, children are raised to never question the decisions of their elders, so I did as I was told. Later, I understood that my parents knew that it didn’t matter how hard I worked in school, we would never have enough connections or money to find me a good job or for me to assist to a good university in my country.

The morning was foggy and I could see the front of my school through my window. It was a nice sight to see. I walked into the kitchen to make myself a bowl of cereal and there she was with her head down on the table. I could tell that she arrived a couple of hours ago because the tears hadn’t dried from her cheeks yet. I got myself ready gave her a kiss on her forehead and headed off to school. I had walked into class eager to see what my teacher Mrs. Padron had in store for today. Every single day there was something new to learn and there’s something about that infinite nature of learning that really appealed to me as a child. I cherished those 7 hours I spent in class the most I could and I dreaded the mere thought of having to go home where I would have to face the

The process to come to america was really long. My dad spent many months and thousands of dollars to see our futures be as bright as they can be. My sister, my father, and I finally broke the news to our family. Seeing my family so sad was one of the hardest things for me. I knew

After everyone got ready to go, we got our bags and headed down stairs to check out of our rooms. All of that was finished it was time for us to go to Cancun, we all loaded up into a "shuttle" they called it and drove to the airport. It was about a twenty minute drive. When we got to the airport we unloaded all of our things from the "shuttle," and headed into the airport. When we got inside the airport we went over to baggage check, and they scanned our passports, weighed our bags, and then sent them off to be loaded into the plane. Once we got all done with that we made our way to security, and they checked out carry on's and out electronics. After we finished with security we then walked over to where all the stores and food places were located. Me, my mom, and my brother had an omelet for breakfast it was pretty good for airport food. After everything was finished we then went over to the place where we sit and wait until we board the plane. We waited for about ten minutes, and then Me, My grandma, My cousin Sean, and my grandpa pre boarded so we could save seats for all fourteen of us. Everyone had finally boarded the plane and after about twenty minutes of waiting, the plane then took off and we were on our way to Cancun, Mexico. A three and a half hour flight felt like forever, we went over New Orleans, St.Louis, and for about an hour and thirty

My first day of the second grade, I knew no one except the teacher and my younger brother. Kindergarten and first grade had been easy enough, but I was scared of the upcoming year. The only thing I knew about being the new kid was that it hadn’t panned out too great for Addie from the American Girl books. Mrs. Henson’s class was fairly quiet throughout the day, for most kids were nervous or tired. We neared the end of the day and I was ecstatic over the fact that hadn’t made a complete fool of myself. I hadn’t met anyone yet, but I thought that that would be a challenge for another day. Unfortunately, that’s not what Mrs. Henson had in mind. She sent us all out to recess with a grin plastered on her face and with me practically kicking

Hello mom I wanted to ask you a question and give you reasons why I want this thing. So you and I both know that I want to go live with my dad in New Mexico, But you don’t know all the reasons why. I want to live there not only to be with my family, but with the friends that are like family to me and that will always be my family. I also want to live there to grow up and become an actual man doing manly things instead of working at a business and sitting around all day long. I also do not like the city life because of all the obnoxious people that don’t care about you. I know you will never let me go live there, but for you to let me go you have to realize how great my life would be there with all of the nice strangers and friends I have there.

I'm gonna try putting myself in your shoes for a sec Omar. I know coming home all the way from an hour drive to work and back having a 6 year old is nice but when they ask a million questions per minute it may become irritating as you often say. Now I know you have been going to the same two places for vacation every year and I appreciate your love for Las Vegas and Cancun Mexico however after twenty years of constantly going to the same places can get redundant after two decades. As I said I just arrived back from a vacation in Orlando Florida and arriving back in Michigan I immediately thought what fun it could have been with you there.

The first year, the time to prove myself had arrived. Classes, rooms, teachers, and some students were unfamiliar. Eventually, minutes melted into hours, hours to days, and days to weeks. It didn’t take long before my schedule was routine, something of second nature. Humor and happiness were found in the form of my advisory family, where school was transformed into something more than going through the same motions of day to day activity. By the closing point of sixth grade, I was having a hard time letting go of what I’d adapted to. “What’s wrong?” my dad asked when I was getting into the car after being picked up early on the last day. I explained how distressed I was that my first year of middle school exceeded my expectations, and that it had to come to an end. Although his outlook viewed my reason for sorrow as trivial, I didn’t.

“It will be all right,” he said. “What are we going to do about Mom and Dad? It will break their heart since they were looking forward to a new baby. They mustn’t know she miscarried, at least not right now.”

The first month of school dragged slowly along. Every day was the same: wake up, go to school, do homework, work at the Daily Newspaper Office in Downtown Minneapolis, and suffer the wrath of my sole awful guardian, otherwise known as dad. My torturous and lonely life quickly has fluctuated up and down, but I’ve never been at a lower point before.

The very next day I wake for school only this time stronger knowing school is the only positive aspect in my life. In a way it’s the only thing that’s ever been there for me because all my hard work pays off with good grades. Unfortunately, this isn’t the case when I go back home today, so I walk the halls with a smile, for no one can see the burden I carry. I will never forget the effect Mrs. Daily had on me. She was one person who truly supported and believed in me when no one else in my life thought I existed. She knew I was bright so every day she would pull me out of recess or break time and have me read higher leveled books. School was the one place I was safe from the fighting. I was good at being a student so I wanted to be the best I could be. It was also my only support system. At home my siblings and I coped with my parents arguing in different ways and mine was to focus on school because that was what I was good at.