My Experience At The United States

The things that followed up wasn’t as smooth as I thought it would have been, especially with the rigidness of academic driven chinese society. The school in China that I attended was no exception to the Chinese teachings, following a strict work schedule that kept me up until 11 on most nights.

When I was in the 5th grade I was the tallest person in my grade. Yes that's right I was taller than my male counterparts. My parents knew I could use my height for something constructive. Albeit basketball or modeling. Growing up I enjoyed watching

When moving to a new place, the first thoughts that comes to mind, "Moving to a different school? Meeting new people?" The terrifying thoughts coursed through my mind causing me to freeze in cold sweat thinking of all the horrible things to come with this new chapter of my life. Regardless, I am a fearless adventurer ready to take one a whole new exciting journey to exotic places, experiencing new cultures, meeting different people.

It can be very challenging to move away from the country you grew up in. Recalling all those moments of laughter, excitement, and adventure can only make one more and more depressed. I was born in Port-Au -Prince, which is the capital of Haiti and raised in Gonaives. I spend most of my early childhood in Haiti. I only knew my native language, food, music, and history. I was only familiar with my native holidays and celebration. Therefore, the day my mother came to me and told me I had been awarded my resident card, and we had to move to America. My life changed forever.

A few months before all of this I was pleased with my calm life in a local city of Taiwan. I settled there at the age of two with my family, and things were going well so far. Because I lived there for ten years, the longest time that I ever spent living in one place, I had made really good friends and was not looking forward to any significant changes although my

Back in 2009, when I first came to the United States, I had a terrifying experience. I just finished taking a shower when I suddenly felt out of breath and my heart was pounding fast. With my nursing background, I had to keep calm, drank water and sat down judging that it would soon be over. However, moments later, the symptoms still persisted. I did not exhibit any chest pain, but I knew something was amiss. Without delay, I phoned my aunt who was a critical care nurse and was told to go to ED right away. We dashed to the ED, with me struggling to walk because I had an extreme feeling of doom. Everything around me was a blur. I was so scared. My husband was in Baltimore. I was with my relatives visiting in North Carolina and my three kids were still in the Philippines. I felt like my life flashed before me. It was the most horrifying experience I have ever run into.

Let’s start at the beginning; getting the papers to get to the USA was difficult enough. The road to the place was a long time. After getting there the wait for your name to be called was even longer, after days of waiting in that same place and having to rent a place to stay they finally called the name we wanted to hear. Waiting forever made everyone restless and fatigued but it was worth the wait. After a whole week of waiting we got the papers and drove to the place where the house was, which was Corona, a one day trip with some rest. We got to Corona and finally to a new home.

thought I'd never leave. I spoke only Cantonese, both to my friends and to my parents.

Feel different when walking into a new home or building according to the atmosphere inside? Now Imagine walking through the Gateway to a Whole New World where only one lone- translator who will not be with you once you step beyond the gateway, is the only person besides your parents who speaks the same language as you. What might happen to you before, during, and after passing through the doors of Ellis Island? For 62 years, millions of immigrants passed through the changing doors of Ellis Island on their way to becoming Americans, but their journeys are only part of the story (Jones 1). That’s why I decided to ask my grandmother her story of passing through the many doors of Ellis Island. Once a vacant island of sand in the Hudson River, before 1951, Ellis Island was once used for storing ammo, hanging pirates, as a detention center (during both WWI & WWII) ,a hospital, a psychiatric ward, then the immigration station it is most known for through the 1954:, and today it is currently used as the Ellis Island Immigration n museum and American History Center. Before my German grandmother entered the U.S through Ellis Island, the Island had

I landed face first. As I collected the pile of papers scattered around me, I cringed and briskly glanced at the unfamiliar faces fixated on my every move below the narrow landing of the school stair case. I briefly questioned whether I was in a cliché high school film before I was brought back to the reality of my freshman year by a stranger who yelled at me to move so she could get to class. As I fumbled back up on my feet and trudged to my sixth period class, my thoughts lingered on the unsurprising nature of this turn of events. Only two weeks earlier I tumbled to the ground in the middle of a half marathon. This clumsiness was not a new development. My evident lack of coordination had loomed over me since childhood, memorialized by the

I was walking home from the grocery store. As I was walking across the street, a tank rolled up to my side. I remembered when my mother was taken to prison, and my father and brother were killed for protesting about the government. It was just me and my little sister in my family’s, empty, apartment. We had to sell almost everything to afford to eat, and my parents were the only ones to work since I was in high school, my brother was in college, and my little sister was only five.

many people around the world. However, they should consider the cost they have to pay beside just moving to a new country. I don’t remember if I had any hopes for during first year moving to the United States. My parents want me to study in a good educational system, and they think that United States has a good one. Obviously, my parents aren’t the only ones. My role in this event is mostly passive because I am not the one who make the decision. Instead, I just follow the order and do what I should or have to do.

My experience of moving to the USA included a couple of steps such as preparing, arriving, and adopting. Moving to America was one of the most thrilling and exciting experiences I have ever had in my life. It all started after I graduated from high school. I had always dreamed of going to abroad to study in a better school to be successful in life. My dad was leaving me hints here and there that he was going to send me America for school, but I was sure that it wasn’t going to happen because getting a student visa was tough back then. However, that summer when I saw that letter in my mail from the immigration department of USA for an interview, I was speechless.

Growing up, I struggled with my height. It made me depressed, upset, and ashamed. One of the things I was most passionate about was baseball. As a baseball player, my height was one of the biggest factors that stopped me from being the player I could’ve become. I was never able to exert the power that the big players were able to due to the constitution of my body. At showcases, scouts would often take more interest in the taller players even if I showed more talent. In school, I was shorter than most boys, even girls, which added to my insecurities. When the teacher asked the class to line up from tallest to shortest, I always walked miserably to the back of the line hoping I was not the last person. To me, this was a typical. Being shorter

Urban China is a beautiful place to live in. For instance, those that live in Urban China have a high income, a high population, have people that focus on what children do throughout the day, and make sure that children are provided with an enormous amount of education. I, personally would like to live in Urban China. The Urban part of China has so much to offer, it is not a big surprise that many people decide to live there. I would love to live in Urban China, along with the other people that already do.