My Experience At College Is The Way People Greet Each Other Around The World

I remember the day I first came to America. I was in the LAX airport, looking around the totally strange place which was full of strangers. All I could hear was the strangers' buzzing. I was upset about leaving all of people I knew and loved behind me to follow my father, mother and, sister here where we could find better "educational opportunities". I had grown up being around people who used the same language as me and had black hair and brown eyes. I spent my entire childhood in Buwtal Nepal until 2010. On April 27th 2010, I departed from Tribhuvan International Airport with my lovely parents and sister. My uncle was receiving us at the Airport. I still remember landing in New York around 8 o’ clock in the morning and that fresh smell in the air with the start of a whole new life.

I came to US during my 8th grade and that was a life changing moment in my life. It was first time traveling aboard and that also not for a trip but for to permanent settlement. I was nervous my whole time been in the plane that how I will cope up with new environment and with bunch of English speakers. I got more. When it came pilot call for, that it's time to land on the Detroit Airport, tighten your seatbelts and be relax. As soon as the plane landed on American soil, I knew that this was the place where I’d to start a new life. Even though I knew America is the “Land of Opportunity”, everything here seemed so strange to me, the streets, the language and the people that was my first time traveling abroad.

“When you sit in your own country, your spirits lift and you are again truly back to the land where things make sense and your life has meaning” – Galarruy Yunupingu.

Leaving one's own country and moving to another is one of the most difficult journeys anyone can make. In one's home country, he or she has a place, an identity that is

Belonging to a person or group of people is the fundamental basis for happiness in life, bringing a sense of similitude, comfort, and safety, impacting on the choices you make and your life’s course. Two things that greatly influence an individual’s perspective of belonging are your family, and social status, as they can shape how a person perceives themselves, and ultimately how they perceive belonging. The heart-warming story of a Vietnamese refugee portrayed in the memoir “The Happiest Refugee” (2010) by Australian author and comedian Anh Do reveals how important an individual’s sense of belonging is, as it influences who you are, and what you will become.

“Home is where the heart is” was quoted by Pliny the Elder and is now used to signify a personal connection to a place and the personal sense of belonging received when at this place. Perceptions are influenced by connections to places and sometimes made by connections and disconnections to places. Looking at Peter Skrzynecki’s poem”10 Mary Street” and “St Patrick’s Day” that are part of the “Immigrant Chronicles” and contrasting them you look upon how the perception of belonging and not belonging is inextricably linked and is

Today’s world is characterized by a global environment of rootlessness. Political upheavals, poverty, and opportunity cause populations to shift and move, and people that are citizens of one country to move to another. The resulting disconnect between the traditions of their homeland that they have internalized, experiencing these as “home,” and the new environment that they move to where the culture is vastly different calls into question what “home” really is, and what citizenship means.

With the Vietnam War fresh in Le’s memory, recurring themes of the war are vivid throughout his work. As Le was growing up in California at a young age, he had little exposure to his Vietnamese culture which was eventually fed to him through American popular culture rather than his own experiences. This caused him to disassociate whether

War is woven into the familial aspects of this novel. It not only separated families, but also separated Vietnam itself, dividing the people and therefore compromising the idea of unity and cultural identity. The Vietnam War left a residue of resentment

Hi, I’m Anna Sophia Wager and I am from Germany. I immigrated to the United States in 1908. There was a big drought and my mother and father were very ill. I was helping my parents and my other family. One day, my father pulled me aside after school. I was a teacher at Berlin British School. He talked very softly. “Anna Sophia,” My father said, “Here is a ticket to Americana. Go and find Ben.” Ben was my older brother. My parents gave him a ticket to the United States. I looked at the ticket. It was a ticket that was golden brown. I gave my father a hug and ran to my room. I started packing, I didn’t know what was ahead of me. It was finally my third week on the crowded boat. When I look own the steerage door I see the dirty faces, hard lumpy beds, and chunky slimy soup.

He was determined to escape from the reign of communism and discrimination . However, this meant that my uncle would have to leave his wife and their one year old daughter back at home. Desperate to acquire the best future for his wife and their daughter, Anthony escaped Vietnam by a small boat, taking with him only clothes and his immigration papers. In 1981, Anthony petitioned his wife and their daughter to come to the U.S. He waited 10 years for their arrival and in 1991, their family united at Los Angeles International Airport. Upon coming to the U.S., my uncle lived in Minnesota for two year to study at Brown’s Institute. As a young curious boy, Anthony was astounded by America’s diverse in ethnicities and cultures. According to him, my uncle respected different customs and grew to be fond of them. To him, english was his barrier. As a student, my uncle studied French. Over the years, his broken english got better, but according to him, Anthony’s heavy accent made things

Where are you from? Where is your family from? How are these places important to you?

Now just for a moment ponder the fact that many people do not have that strong, positive, or sensationally warm feeling of belonging to a location. The Hmong in the book by Anne Fadiman called, The Spirit Catches You And You Fall Down clearly expresses the lack of home and belonging for the Lee family. In fact, this book gives the reader a full look at the post modernistic view of nomadism that the Hmong have endured for centuries and the difficulties that their populous have suffered due to lack of foreigner understanding. This draws attention to the cultural embeddedness of “home” and the sense of belonging.

At the age of fifteen, I could barely speak an English word. As I sat on the plane with a blank head flying across from Vietnam to the United States, I knew completely nothing what’s going to happen in my life. After almost twenty-four hours sitting on an intolerable chair, I arrived, as I looked above my head “Welcome to the United States”. And yes, welcome to my story, and undoubtedly my experience is the author.

In the essay the discussion will be based on the social groups of the upper class and the lower class in the city of Hanoi in Vietnam and how the social groups have different meanings and values to the urban places.in the last thirty years Hanoi has developed from one of the poorest county in Asia and is now thriving amongst the richest countries and the population has grown dramatically ‘overnight expansion of the city’s population from approximately 3.5 to 6.23 million inhabitants’ (Turner and Schoenberger 2012). The developement and upscale has left many major impacts on the country and its society especially the poor. we see that many of the poor have lost part of their livelihoods and have suffered through the changes