My Host Family Experience When I Came To America

Coming from a new country I had to face many challenges. All these challenges made who I am today. When I came to the United States in 7th grade, I barely knew how to speak English. The language barrier posed a serious problem for me. I found it difficult to interact with people. Adjusting to a new country was no easy task. When my family and I came to this country, we knew only one other family. It was even more difficult for my parents who knew virtually no English. They had to learn how to work and provide for me and my siblings in this entirely new country with a completely different culture. Despite having a better background in English, it still took me over two years to become fluent in English. Although coming to America and having

As a part of an immigrant family, there is no doubt that, as the oldest, I had to help my parents with English translation. Even though I have been in this role for years, it was not until recently that I realized the significance of my responsibilities.

Growing up in a Hispanic household has taught me many things. I have learned to see things as an optimistic person, and that it doesn’t matter where you come from as long as you work hard for what you want anything is possible. My family has always implemented the values of life that lead me to perceive what it was about to throw at me.

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.

In the documentary, American Experience: A Family Gathering, directed by Lise Yasui and Ann Tegnell, explores three generations of the Yasui family immigration to Oregon in the early 1900s, and through their imprisonment in internment camps during World War Two as Japanese-Americans. I found this documentary heart-warming, eye-opening and emotional to what the Japanese immigrants had to deal with when immigrating to the United States and different insights to what went through their minds before, during and after World War Two. From watching the documentary, I can’t even fathom how a civil and nothing but perfect Japanese family like the Yasui family, could immigrate to the United States, establish themselves with work, a home and the start a family, could be seen as enemies of the country and lose everything for just looking or sounding Japanese. I mean, when I was growing up and I read books about Pearl Harbor or looked at pictures, videos and the film about Pearl Harbor, I right away got mad and emotional about those attacks and got a sense of anger from those attacks and found myself thinking that the Japanese deserved what they got and brought it upon themselves, which is harsh. Now, I was just a young child and to get those feelings years later, should show to a degree on how easy it was for Americans to be upset, angered and thought of the Japanese-Americans as evil people at the time. The Pearl Harbor attacks were one of the hardest attacks on U.S. soil from a

Growing up in with immigrant parents is something I will always look up to them for. My Mother and Father came from a poor and uneducated background, as well as having grown up during the Cold War in Eastern Europe. Although they came from poverty, they moved to America by themselves in order to follow the American Dream. They did not want me to experience a childhood that they had, so the both of them worked 6 or even 7 days a week to support themselves as well as me. Their perseverance and hard work led me to the point where I am today, the first person in both of their respective families to be enrolled in a college or university.

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.

I remember when I first moved to America. I remember how scared I was to move to a whole new country and didn’t know a soul within 400 miles of me. Everything was brand new and I was basically a newborn child in this world at the age of 4. I remember how we met, we bonded over the sport of soccer. I remember how we became the best of friends, and how we would carpool to Pre-K together. Then, she had a game for her church. I remember it was freezing because it was early January. She scored a goal right before half time, and then was taken off for the rest of the game. I remember seeing her panting on the bench, then I saw her lie down the bench. I figured she was tired, but then I saw her convulsing on the bench. I didn’t even realize what

My family moved from the Middle East to United States because of a number of reasons. The primary reason was the education infrastructure. The education infrastructure available in United States is perhaps the best in the world and this is probably what my parents thought when they moved into the country. The second was job because my father was working and he was provided a better opportunity to the work in this country, seeing the salary hike and other factors he decided it was in the best part of the family and all that we moved to the United States. Earlier, it was difficult because being from a different racial background presents you many challenges and you have to somehow manage those things. My family found it difficult at the start to communicate with others and make friends but slowly it all started to shape well. There were more and more people coming for

My parents, both Hmong, came to America in 1987. A safe and prosperous environment to grow up in, full of knowledge and money. They believed in the opportunities and achievements that America held for my siblings and I, chances that they never had in their life. I come from a family, that talks very little about how we care and love one another. My parents rarely gave my siblings and I praises, whenever we accomplished things.

Having the experience of traveling to Greece, Italy, and Sicily with People to People certainly influenced my potential interest to return to my rural community and serve in a leadership capacity. Having a leadership position comes with an immense amount of responsibility, which is something that I have developed through my travels with People to People. Due to that, I consider myself an abundantly passionate person, because I want people to venerate my appearance whenever I appear. The sophistication of traveling and interacting with people in foreign countries is the realization of the difference between the countries and the blessings of America as a society. As I have mentioned before, I have not at all constructed specific and detailed

I am writing this to show the world my experience as an immigrant. Currently, my family and I have just moved to America from Europe. Millions of others have taken the same path. More than half of all immigrants in the United States were from eastern and southern Europe, including Italy, Greece, Austria-Hungary, Russia, and Serbia. Statistics show that more than 70 percent of the immigrants are men who are either working to be able to purchase land in Europe or to bring family members to America. The reason my family and I have come to America is in hopes of finding better jobs that would let us escape poverty and the restrictions of social class in Europe. Others moved to avoid forced military service, which may last several years in some nations.

When I think of the word “hardship,” I think of situations of great loss, divorced parents, or extreme poverty. Looking at things from that point of view, I have never experienced a “hardship.” Although, I have not dealt with these types of hardships, I can still think about smaller daily struggles. It is important to remember that different people go through different situations because everyone has a different life and lesson to learn. I may not remember a time someone close to me died or a time when I was hungry, but I remember how hard it was for me to learn, when I was younger.

I was not thinking about one day that I should leave my country and come to American to live. When I was in Malta, and that has happened to me on the Jun, 2012. My application of asylum seeker accepted by us embassy and I got refuge to live and work in America. I had moved to U.S on Jun 24, 2012. I have lived in America for more than 4 years. Now, I still remember the first time that I came to U.S., and I was 26 years old when I came to America. After more than 15 hours travel from Malta, I arrived at john f Kennedy international airport New York. It was 3.00 PM in the afternoon.

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.