My Immigrants From Poland To The United States

My parents came to the United States to pursue education. They both left everything behind to seek a better life and achieve the American dream. They raised my sister and I with their culture in mind which immersed me in. My parent’s positive influences encouraged me to never give up as well as welcome others with open arms.

Although many people viewed World War I as a war that consisted of “bloody, pointless warfare,” the Polish people - in Europe and in the United States - viewed the Great War as an opportunity to finally liberate their Old Country. At the start of the First World War, “the old Polish Commonwealth” had been under Russian, Prussian, and Austrian partitions for more than one hundred years. Under the control of these powers, the Polish country vanished off of the European map and the Polish people were greatly mistreated. The country of the Polish people only existed in their imaginations, as “a political fantasy of the past.” Fortunately, the dream of liberating Poland became something that the Poles greatly strived for during the Great War. The Polish immigrants in the United States, especially those in Chicago, did everything they could in order to help the Polish cause.

There are many reasons for immigrants to come to America. The opportunities for a better life was just one of the many attractions. The Polish came to America in waves throughout the years of immigration to America. They found Chicago to be closest to their home away from home. Life started out difficult with finding jobs and incorporating their culture into their new world, but eventually the Polish immigrants found it to be an easy transition.

Based on my life I have seen many different things because I have two different cultural backgrounds. I was born in the United States, but my family is from Iraq and we are first generation immigrants to the United States. I am the first child in my family to be born in the United States I am the 11th child in my family I have 6 sisters and 4 brothers almost all, but two were born in Iraq. One of my older sisters was born in a refugee camp in Saudi Arabia when my parent fled Iraq. I have been to many countries and have had my mind opened to many different cultures and the way it may affect each society and in turn changed my life.

My parents always encouraged my siblings and I that we were capable of doing anything that we set our minds to. It didn’t matter where or what we wanted to do; all that mattered was if we had the passion to do it and succeed. From that, I was always set on becoming a doctor. It didn’t matter what kind; I just knew I wanted to help people. From a young age, I knew that my parents worked hard so that my siblings and I might have a better life than my parents. Both of my parents came from Vietnam with little to nothing. They both got jobs at Excel before they were twenty, and, after ten years, they met each other and got married. They and bought a motel and restaurant, and managed that for another ten years. They were

Applying and figuring out to how to pay for college was something I did with no help because my parents never went to college but my motivation and drive pushed me to make my dreams come to true and I am currently a student at Rutgers University - New Brunswick Campus. My motivation to succeed at study is my immigrant parents who left everything they knew to give me the future they knew they would never have.As the oldest of six my motivation is my family and their struggles. I motivate myself to do the very best I can to ensure that I give myself and parents a better life, a life they could have never imagined. My parents came from Palestine, a third world country and they currently i na first world country still so poor they cannot afford

"Give me you tired, your poor" only up until the 1890 's when immigrants needed money to enter the United States. "Your huddle masses yearning to breathe free", huddle masses come with a quota and whichever nationality was in favor at the time. "Send these the homeless, tempest, tossed to me" (The New Colossus, Emma Lazarus 1883) just as long as you weren 't Chinese or Japanese.

Being a first generation college student is a heavy load to carry due to the constant reminder of having to be a good role model for my siblings. Children of immigrants are often highly expected to excel in their academics and to be involved in extracurricular activities. His/her parent immigrated to the “Land of The Free” in order to receive a better life and to give their children a place to call home. They work from one to two jobs a week just so that we can dig through the pantry, and raid the refrigerator. We sometimes take our parents for granted unknowingly, and constantly fill our heads with a question that we all seem to ask. “How do I please my parents?”, “What do I have to do to make them happy?”. As students we should all be voicing “College!”. Yes, maybe our folks’s dreams have faded away, however that should be our motivation to aim higher; to achieve our American Dream. Throughout our years of education, our very own relatives and teachers have emphasized on the importance of receiving a higher education. I have come to realize that I should not be asking myself “How do I please my parents?”. Instead, “How do I please myself?”, “What will my lifetime goals be?”, “Will it leave my parents hard work in vain?”. Obtaining a higher education will not impact their lives, but will affect yours drastically. My American Dream has always been to become an immigration lawyer that deals with international relations or to become a professor teaching my true passion for

My family does not count with a large income specially since we’ve been here, new family members were added to our family. At this moment I have 3 younger brothers, and 2 younger sisters. I am the oldest of the 6 children, therefore I knew that I had to set an example for my siblings in order for them to want to succeed. But I believe that something new happens each day of our life and a new lesson is learned each time, and that’s what makes us greater people. I have been through many experiences while growing up which made me really think about what I wanted my life to be like in the future. Thinking about how my parents gave up their life in Mexico just to give us a better life encourages me to want to achieve all of my goals. I understand the importance of getting a good education for having a better life. Hard work and dedication is what keeps me going knowing that if I do the right things, have perseverance, making mistakes and learning from them will help me achieve what I set my mind to. I am very thankful to my parents for making me understand that no matter the circumstances that we live in, no matter how many people doubt me, nothing is impossible. In 2014, I received the incredible opportunity to attend Marygrove College, to pursue a career in advertising and theatre. So far, this milestone has been a joy ride of stress and happiness while making great friends along the way. I have much to learn and grow in order to achieve my many goals and dreams but what I have accomplished, makes me more than proud of

Their lack of education also meant that their jobs opportunities are less and therefore their income is also less. Growing up I was witness to the different life that I had to other children who had more money. It never bothered me that we had less it was just was not enjoyable seeing my parents work so hard for so little. So the fact that I can make them proud is all I can ask for. Furthermore, my dedication to studying and passing the exam also assures me that I can succeed in college. Going to college and succeeding is my parents’ goal for me. It is why they came to a foreign country; it is why they have worked so hard to give my siblings and I the best possible life they could. And because of this it was disheartening when I could not decide on a major to study in college. Everyone around me always said that I needed to think about what to major in

So my Mom was sent over to America at 16, and entered the Chicago public school system not knowing a single word of English. But she prospered, she worked incredibly hard and earned scholarships to help her pay for school. She ended up getting her bachelor’s degree in finance. The rest of her siblings came to America eventually and also earned their bachelor degrees. And while in Iran the family was very well off and highly respected, they gave up everything as they fled the country. They were all poor immigrants running from a conflict who were thrown in the Chicago public school system. Yet they pursued higher education and became academics against the odds. Poor immigrants who barely speak English growing up in the lower income side of Chicago, yet they all were college educated and got jobs. Sounds absurd at first, but I think a lot of this has to go with my Grandparents. They were college educated and knew the importance, and inherent value of an education. They did whatever they could to help their children get through school and really influenced them to go to

My parents moved to the United States from Peru with nothing but the clothes on their backs. As soon as they arrived, they could tell it would difficult for them to adjust. Culture is significant for them because it is what brings everyone together. My family members enjoy dancing to salsa, eating in Hispanic restaurants, and value each other because family is a priority.

I have always worked hard since I would like to attend to a four year university next year during the fall. I still remember the day my parents told me that they brought my siblings and me to the United States to see us thrive in college. Their biggest wish is to see me become successful in the future and not have to worry whether I’ll have money tomorrow to feed my kids and the pay rent on time. Their words have truly inspired me to achieve much more than just a high school diploma. They have inspired me to thrive in the workforce whether it is a lawyer, doctor, or even a teacher. I may not have to power to choose where I come from but I do have the power to choose where I go from there. Where I come from doesn’t bring me down in any way, instead it inspires to strive me for

Being a first generation American puts some weight on your shoulders-you carry the dreams of your mother, her mother, and the rest of your family that gets left behind. The American dream- a privilege and a burden. Growing up my parents instilled in me the importance of education through over told stories of them coming to the United States trying to grasp knowledge in a language foreign to them. Yet even with the stories, the life lesson went over my head. When you have something you don’t have to work as hard for you forget to value it.

I was born in South Africa, my parents made the decision when I was very young to leave everything behind and move our family to America. My mother did this for one reason, to make sure my brothers and I would have unlimited opportunities to succeed and get an education. Early on in my childhood my parents decided to get a divorce, this was very hard on me as a child because it left me without a father figure. My mom tried the best she could to be a role model for me but it just wasn’t the same. From a young age I had to learn to be independent to stand on my own two feet and work hard at everything I did so I could accomplish my goals. One of those goals that my brothers and I shared was to be the first generation in my family to attend college,