My First Marking

It has been 11 years since we have arrived to Los Angeles, California. I can still remember the feeling of when my father had said to us that he we would be moving to a far place to try to find better jobs for my mother and him because with the two jobs my father had and the washing and ironing of other peoples clothes my mom did was not bringing enough money to support my sisters and me and did they wanted to provide a better life for my sisters and me. Mexico was such a poor country that my parents could not see themselves make enough money to support my sisters and me, let alone see us get a better education. So my parents decide to migrate to the United States with one of my mother’s brother. We arrived in Los Angeles, California on

I was born in a middle class family in China and my parents care about me very much. Before I was even born, my farther adjusted the business hour of his clinic to make more profit by accepting more patients and my mother was a nurse who worked in my dad’s clinic, so they saved the money to send me to school and prepare to move to the U.S. Most of the members of my family already moved to the U.S. Moreover, once my aunt got her U.S. citizenship, she, as the sponsor, was able to apply for us to come. When I was 15, we finally got our immigrant visas and my parents told me we were ready for move to the America. Therefore, we sold everything we had in China we were staying at my uncle’s house in Hong Kong because we need to take the airplane from Hong Kong to Missouri, U.S. I still remember what my uncle said to me because he looked at me with a very serious face that caught my attention. “Qianxin, the America is different from China. I’ve heard people said life in the America is harder than China. However, if you work hard enough, you will get what you deserve.” The words are always in my mind. I tried to do my best in school and in everything because I want to be the person who can help my family.

Over the previous years, I grew bored with routine. I didn’t involve myself with school activities and stayed home for most of my days. My parents rarely planned any activities for me and my sisters. I had stopped expecting them to involved themselves with my school life. I didn’t even mind when they wouldn’t come for my band concerts. It’s hard being a child of immigrant parents. There are situations they would never be able to understand. The sole advice they can give me is about hard work. They want to push me and my sisters to our limits so we could have the better life that they never had. From them, I learned life lessons of self-sacrifice and determination of making things work, despite the roadblocks and challenges.

I was born in El Paso, Texas to Mexican immigrant parents who did their best to raise me and my three siblings. Growing up in El Paso I never even saw myself applying to college, but then my dad made a bold choice to start a career in homeland security and that was when we moved to the DFW area. Ever since we moved to DFW every grade in junior high, i was talked to about college: how to get there, how to pay for it, and how to make it a reality. The thought of going to college never even crossed my mind before coming here. Now as a Senior in high school I'am doing everything in my abilities to make my dreams come true, to go to college and graduate to make my parents proud and prove to them that all their sacrifices haven't gone by without

I am who I am today because of my parents, first my dad worked so hard in order to be able to pay to get our papers and be able to legally come into the country. The immigration process took more than 10 years. We were only able to see my dad once a year because he was here working and saving up to bring the family together. In July of 1998 just 3 months before I was born my sister Elena passed away before being able to come into the country, she waited for so long to reunite with my dad and it didn't happen she left before her dream came into reality. When my family was finally able to reunite we made the most of it we enjoyed every second with each other. When I entered school I was known for the Mexican girl who didn't know English however

But he has a job that pays good money. My dad learned a trade and became an excellent auto body mechanic. Because of his experience on the job he made it his mission for me to attend college. The thing is my father never once told me not to go to college. He says that “I should always achieve for greatness no matter the cost”. When I interviewed my father he made his answers forced on the many reasons to go to college. He wants me achieve my goals of becoming a computer engineer. Even though I get annoyed because I think he's doing to much I still understand why he does it. He's an important influence that also help to guide me in the right direction.

alcohol in his blood. He will make less than 25,000 dollars this year in his new back breaking job it's the best he can now get for being an illegal immigrant. It saddens me every time to think that he raised his six kids thanks to the job at WCA in which he had over 17 years working their and he lost it on November of 2015 because of his alcoholism issues. My mom has never worked in her life and is incapable of doing so because of her back problems. My dad has always been the financial source in my family. I began to work in July of 2016 to provide money to contribute with rent because we are monthly off by 500 on just rent itself. Currently my dad owes

I never knew my dad was illegally in the United States until he was arrested by U.S Immigration and Customs Enforcement. Everything happened so fast, and before I knew it my whole life was changing. One day I was having a pizza date with my dad, and a few days later I was in the car on a 3 hour drive to the Tacoma Northwest Detention Center to say goodbye to him as he awaited his deportation to Mexico. My father's deportation has been the hardest thing I have ever had to go through. It has brought on emotional hardships and financial struggles, which, has brought on challenges regarding my education.

Well let start off saying that its been Awazing getting Here to Davis, I have been through a lot these couple of years, even before I started school.School was something that was a new thing for me because I was born in Mexico and move to the United States for a better living ,so at the time I was 2 when i was staying at my grandparent’s place while my mom found a job and had a house,then she met my dad he was about 20.When we first moved with him there were a lot of people that are better known as my aunts and uncles my grandma and cousins they were all strangers back then.The first couple of years of school father was always strict, he would time me out for not getting all the right I even remember I would cry because my dad told me

I lived with both my parents, an aunt, and four brothers including me and a puppy. My house was perfect for the small family we had. A lot of memories were made in the house. My mom and dad raised every one of my brothers in this house. My parents are very strong workers. They emigrated to the United States to have a family. Having a family in Mexico will be tough because of the lack of jobs and the violence going on. Due to new laws and regulations, my parents live in fear. Everyday, the US Border Patrol transfer illegals back to their country. Them going to Mexico will leave a devastating mark in the family. Without them, Child protective services will transfer my brothers as I to foster care. My parents risk their lives so that we can have live a easy

I came to the United States when I was 15 years old to live with my mom and my two siblings. My mom is a single mother and head of the house who worked 40 or more weekly to give what my siblings and I need. She works in a pipe company cleaning and installing screws to pipes approximately around 25 pounds. She decided to work in a man job so she could get some extra dollars to fulfill our needs. However is not enough to pay for my books and tuition. I decided to work as well so I can pay some of my tuition and some of my other necessities. But what I earn is not enough to continue with my dreams. My dream is to be the first member of my family to earn a college degree. I want to encourage those people who are immigrants and had to get use to

With my father being an undocumented worker, I experience innumerable hardships when it comes to paying for my educational expenses. With him working approximately everyday of the year, we don't acquire enough money for our monthly bills; and we will especially not acquire sufficient money to pay for my education. Lately my father has been having a hard time paying our bills, because he is not receiving any help from my mother since she is currently unemployed. Nevertheless, he has always tried to provide everything necessary for me to be successful in life, but even if he tried to gain more money by working extra hours. His employer would still pay him a low wage due to his lack of documentations.

If you visited or lived in Mexico you’ll see the differences. In Mexico, there isn’t a lot of jobs for people. Even if you have a diploma from a university they used to attend. For example, my aunt studied about computers and graduated in 2014. Till this day she still hasn’t found a job that she studied for. Same thing with my cousin she studied for nutritionist and she couldn’t find a job so she decided to study to become a nurse. Also, the kids that are about nine or ten years old start working instead of going to school so they can provide food for there family. This is the reason why mexicans cross the border and live here in the United States because they want to provide for there family, have clothes on their back and for their kids, have a roof over there head and for their kids to have an education and become whatever they wanna be. For example, my dad wasn’t like his brother, his brother loved studying and my dad didn’t, so he came here to work at age of 17, as washing dishes to preparing the food to a chef, to a manager to a owner. My dad always tells me to study and have good grades so I don’t end up like him working every single day and night. Yes, even on holidays and saturday and

Today at school I received my mid year report card I got mostly C’s and B’s, I was way too scared to let my parents see it. To my parents, that is terrible, they believe unless you get A+’s you’re a failure. Last time I got a report card I got straight B’s and my parent’s hurt me, they bullied me for days on end, I was proud of myself for getting them marks but they called me stupid, an underachiever and of course an idiot. I came home from school today and my palms were dripping with sweat while anxiety was flowing through me. I handed my parents the report card their eyes staring at my card with anger, you could pretty much see smoke flying out their ears they were furious. “YOU IDIOT!!”, “YOU’RE SUCH AN UNDERACHIEVER!!”, “YOU’RE A DISAPPOINTMENT!!”

When my report card arrives to my house I get really nervous and scared because I know how mad my parents get. When they open my report card, they start giving me a long speech on how school is really important and how I should stay more focus because if I don't get my things together I am going to be stressing a lot like they do now. My sister always says to not worry because if I know I'm trying I shouldn't get scared because if I'm trying my best I'll get somewhere. My dad always says to try my very best because he wanna see me make it and wanna see me graduate. My mom just starts yelling and always saying I do bad because I'm always on my phone. And the rest of my family always telling me to do my best and to put effort in school so I can