My Personal Experience : My First Experiences In America

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.

Life is unpredictable and no one could gifted with a foresight. I still remember that day when I boarded the plane, from China to America, up to eighteen hours of travel. When I step on the land of America, my life instantly changed. The exaggerated graffiti on the wall with a twisted smile looks like the one who is saying “Hi.” to me. When I go in to my “home”,mice and cockroaches are all around. The teen who stand near the door says, “Welcome to America.”

I was 14-year-old when I left my country to move to America in March 2012. When I heard I was moving to the United States, I was so delighted words cannot even describe how excited I was that day. I remember the night before my trip I could not sleep. I was excited because my whole family was going to be with me. My dad migrated to Florida four years before we came, therefore, I could not wait to see him again.

I have been taught to work for what I get. My life has been a big road of that so far, having its ups and downs. My whole life I have had to deal with immigration, racism, or my parents not being able to help me when it comes to school purposes. But this has helped me in many ways. It has pushed me, and made me trust in myself. But of all honesty, it has not been so bad, because my parents had took it all for me. And other than that, I have had no problems. If I do, I will ask for help. I feel like I am living a great life. My American experience has been run by motivation, trust, and hard work.

I remember a time I was overwhelmed with a load of things to do. The first time I came to America I was overwhelmed with the cutler with the people. The food, music, homes, and the rules made me feel uneasy about myself. I was sad and overwhelmed because I was not sure what I people expect me to be or do. Learning the language was the most overwhelming thing, simply because I wasn’t good at it. Everywhere I went people made fun of how I was speaking or saying the words. It was frustrating time of my life.

C. My presence at the event was normal. No one looked at me differently because I am hispanic. I felt a part of the event because everyone was helping one another. Whenever I received help I knew they were doing it in a good way and without making anyone feel uncomfortable. I absolutely felt accepted. I did feel accepted and welcomed to the event. Their treatment made me feel comfortable and able to ask for help. They seem very approachable from the moment we walked into the room. I feel that since the host appeared approachable I could ask them questions and not feel uncomfortable making a mistake and asking for assistance.

When I came to America for the first time, I was very rebellious, and I did not uphold the wisdom of making myself a better person. There I was, looking into the world having no idea what would be in store for me. But I always had a spirit for knowledge and curiosity.

The one constant in society over the course of history are the actions of its youth. Children will always be children, with wild imaginations and the tendency to take after their elders. The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn by renowned author Mark Twain and The Life and Times of Thunderbolt Kid by Bill Bryson both follow the lives of two young boys growing up in different periods of American history. Each of these literary works provide insight into the author’s perspective of the American experience of that time period. Twain’s opinions of pre-Civil War society live through young Huckleberry while Bryson’s views are told through a version of his younger self growing up in the 1950s. Slavery and racism play a big part in

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

From the end of fifteenth century to the mid-seventeenth century, Spain, France,England and Dutch all focused on competing for colonies and trade around the world. Beginning in the late fifteenth century, a lot of explorers, conquerors, missionaries, merchants, and adventurers tried to seek new lands to colonize. Hoping to improve economic conditions in the fifteenth and early sixteenth centuries, many Europeans sought new opportunities for trade and settlement overseas. Spain, Portugal, France, and England all want to grasp the political, economic, and religious domination in Europe, and their conflict also carried to the Americas (Goldfield, ed., The American Journey: A History of the United States, P4). Competition for land areas, settlement, trade, and exploration led to the growth of imperialism and the economic system of mercantilism.

When I first came to Boulder, I lived in the dorm of our university, and I have this roommate who comes from Britain. She was really mean to me all the time and didn’t respect me at all, while I’ve tried my best to be as nice as I could. Since we shared one bedroom and of course the bathroom, she always went home really late in midnight and sometimes even brought her friends directly into the bedroom and woke me up from sleeping.

Tomorrow we leave for the new world, from what we have heard from our fearless leader, it seems like the most amazing place in all of the world’s. I cannot wait to be there tomorrow. Everyone is frantic and ready to go, hopefully we will find lots of riches and slaves. Many men have gathered around. People are talking, and i’ve heard numbers like 500 and 600 men be tossed around. That can’t be true. We are going to bring pigs, horses, and some of the meanest war dogs we have.

America is a little spotty. On the way here, I thought it was going to be the best experience that I’ve ever had. Now that I have made it from the revolting ship ride, I have come to realize that America is just a place that doesn’t like to accept new people. They have treated me like I’m absurd! One moment, I am on the ship- smelled like not just one, but thousands of cats had died on there, and people were crammed into this small little place under the boat which I was one of them. Being claustrophobic and dealing with that is torture. People were getting sick from low amount of food and water, not bathing, no medicine, etc. When I say the ship ride was awful, I really mean deplorable!

In these two chapters, Sonia Sotomayor talks about having to separate from her childhood friend. She also talks about her trip to Puerto Rico, where her family roots are. Her mother also want her to know her grandfather. But her trip to see him did not end with a good relationship.

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