My Father: Immigrant Parents

Being a daughter of immigrant parents has never been easy here in America. Both my parents worked excessively hard to be financially stable. Unfortunately at the age of ten my life changed. I learned that my parents no longer loved each other. The arguing and fighting my parents had, only damaged me emotionally. I was too young to grasp the idea that my parents were separating which become one of the hardest times for my mom to maintain my siblings and I. Shortly after, I began attending church and fell in love with the idea of getting closer to God. Luckily, my life took an enormous turn the moment I gave my life to Christ. God has opened numerous opportunities for my education. I am proud of all the accomplishments I have achieved in high

Hello reader, I’m about to tell you a story of some of my life. I am not normally one to volunteer details about myself, which I’ll remain somewhat reserved or completely leave some events out of this autobiography. Nonetheless, I believe I can still make my story interesting for the reader. I was born 1979, in Tampa, Florida; which, is also the same day my biological father decided to leave my mother and I. My mother isn’t a native Floridian, but had moved there with her family when she was still an infant, and had spent most of her life growing up in Florida. Needless to say, my father leaving was not an exciting time for my mother and I. Although she was employed Jimmy Cater was president and had taken the nation into

There were three lessons that my immigrant parents ingrained in their first-generation children: Work hard, never give up, and most importantly, give back. Among other life lessons they taught us, these three were the basis for everything. It would be the basis that would and will define me as a person.

It is not uncommon to hear one recount their latest family reunion or trip with their cousins, but being a first generation immigrant, I sacrificed the luxury of taking my relatives for granted for the security of building a life in America. My parents, my brother, and I are the only ones in my family who live in the United States, thus a trip to India to visit my extended family after 4 years was an exciting yet overwhelming experience. Throughout the trip, I felt like a stranger in the country where I was born as so many things were unfamiliar, but there were a few places that reminded me of my childhood.

What Jessica’s discovers about her German-American immigrant ancestors is relevant to her growth as a teacher and a person, they expand her one-sided view on being white, and being a teacher to Mexican-American students. As Jessica became more comfortable with her ancestors she became to discuss them more in social aspects, “‘I was just struck by how easy it was for him to get so many acres from the government back then.” “Well it probably wasn’t easy,” she stammered. “I mean, he had to came all the way from Germany, […] “It was easier for him than it was for my people,” Vic said earnestly, unfazed by Jessica’s sudden discomfort, “without even going into a comparison of how your people and my people got across the Atlantic. You said your ancestors

I was raised in a close-knit family household, which has left me with great memories and many stories, but I have also had first hand experience the troublesome transition of Mexican immigrant parents to America. However, the trajectory my of success my parents have had without any resources has encouraged and impacted me greatly to go out and help those in need, because everyone has the potential of greatness. Even though I didn't always have the dolls, clothes, home, or shoes I wanted, I was too busy to mind, because school academics and dance have been a passion of mine since I was smaller; it fills my heart with joy every time I am part of these things. Besides, having two brothers made everyday something special, and I still love taking

Although my legal and registered name is “Kristal”, I no longer identify myself with that name. When I was growing up I was known as Kristal, the young girl who had nothing to worry about and lived a carefree life. Although I was never spoiled, I was sheltered from the cruelness of the world. Despite not possessing a high socioeconomic status, my immigrant parents worked hard to provide our basic needs. As a result of always possessing our basic necessities, the most painful experience I had when I was younger was my first heartbreak from my first crush; not from a close loved one’s death, not being homelessness, but from a stupid first crush.

The problem that needs to be confronted is the separation of immigrant families in the U.S. due to the different legal statuses within them.

My background as an immigrant from Gambia and being half Sierra Leonean; and growing up in Upstate, NY, and Nashville, TN was a struggle for me. Throughout my whole life, I faced an identity crisis. My father never came along with me and my family, when we moved to the U.S. than several years past my mother became a widow, because of the pass of my distant father. Moreover, throughout my adolescent life, I had trouble figuring out what I want to do. It was not until my senior year in high-school I felt I lost all hope. I, I didn’t apply to a single university, I decide not attend field trips, ball dance, and graduation. Merely, because I felt I underachieve. It was not until I became a voracious reader of Benjamin Graham that changed my life,

My father is Puerto Rican from Puerto Rico, he is very dark skinned. My mother is Polish American from New York, she has blonde hair blues eyes. Her grandparent were from Poland. My mother adapted to the Hispanic culture since she met my father when she was 15. I don’t recall at what age I understood I was a mixed race. My earliest memory is in elementary school. I dominate the Hispanic look, therefore I’m always treated as just that.

Helicopter parents hyper-involved in their children's life negatively affect them. A concerned mother’s letter explains why she disagreed with the new parent involvement policy of her son’s middle school. However, I oppose her position because, constant supervision results in hindered independence of children . Most importantly, preventing children from learning to manage their conflicts or learn from mistakes means they lack the skill to deal with them. Hovering parents disrupts the classroom, despite the appreciation of parent volunteers on the campus.

When my mom arrived home from work I told her how my dad insulted me in public space in front of my friend because of his stupid rule that he claimed I broke. My mom was really annoyed by the situation, so she went and spoke to my dad about it. Did that solve the problem? Well, hell no! It only made matters worse. Dad's face got darker, his pupils expanded, breathing rapidly and his heart rate increases. Bang, bang, bang across my mom's face. she fell to the ground, got up and walked away.

For my capstone project, I had the honor to interview my father in which I actually learn a lot from. As an immigrant he diced to move to the United States to live the American dream what everyone back home talked about. It was during his migration in 1984 that he discovers what America actually looked like. During this time the 1984 Olympics were happening in Los Angeles where he migrated too. During this time many local restaurants were hiring and luckily enough he was hired as a dishwasher which he knew nothing about. He learns his new job the hard way with white bosses screaming at him to be faster, better and clean, which was difficult to the English barrier. This is where white supremacy takes place, bosses screaming at their workers just because they

I have not seen my parents in three years. I came to the United States when I was eighteen to become an American chemical engineer. I have met new people in the new land and made friends with a few of them. The longer I am away from my parents and the more I interact with people, the more I realize my parents have a significant influence to shape who I am today. Looking back the time I was with my parents, I have found several odd things in my house that I did not notice when I was a kid. To many people, they probably think my parents are strange. However, when I have grown up and traveled around the world, I am astonished to realize those things resemble the beautiful personality of my parents.

Both of my parents worked arduously to be where they are now. I always talk about the struggles my mom went through when she came to America at the age of eighteen, but I do not always acknowledge the struggles my dad goes through still to this day and I greatly admire him for all the hard work he does for my family and I. Like my mom, my dad immigrated from India, but after about a year my parents got married. Once my dad arrived, he had to get used to the new environment and people right away. He had no help from his parents because they were in India, so he only had my mom to lean on.