My Residency-Personal Narrative

Moving to the states was a huge deal for me, since I have lived in Germany for 12 years. When my dad told me we were moving, I ran upstairs to my room and immediately called my friend Sina to tell her about it. This news broke my heart because I would have to leave my friends and not see them for a while. It was very difficult to leave my friends, but after a few months I got used to it. “Party in the U.S.A.” makes me think about being scared of people judging me and to just go with what others are doing.

The plane took off and were in the air leaving the place I had only ever known. I remember when my parents told me and my two brothers that we would be moving to the United states. At the time I didn’t know where we would end up or how we were even getting there. All I knew was I would be in a totally different landscape with a lot of ethnically different people whom I have never met or seen before.

"Yesenia tu tienes una chispa" said a much older white haired man. At that moment how could a snot nosed brat understand the importance of words coming out of this man's mouth? A big part of me today traces back to words my grandfather so sweetly spoke to me and to the tenderness and love he shared with me. "Yesenia you have a spark" He said it to me I was raised to believe I am unique. The first time my grandfather and I were separated was when my parents made the decision to move to the United States. When you're as young as I was, you don't really understand where you're going or why everyone is crying, or the fact that your life is about to change. Coming to the United States caused chaos in my family. Those first years were hard I wasn't used to an unstable household. Later, my parents divorced that led to hate and

Growing up as a military brat wasn't easy, there were many places we had to go to and we didn't have a choice. One of those places was here ,Illinois, and I was ten when we made the move here.This move was probably the hardest thing I have ever physically gone through considering all of my mom and I's stuff was lost in the ocean because the place we moved from was Hawaii.So, when we got here me and mom both didn't have our stuff but the rest of my family did.To make matters worse my dad was being shipped out to South Korea and we didn't have a house. For a whole year we were homeless,we put what was left of our stuff into storage and moved in with grandma. As terrible as that year was, it taught me a lot about what some people actually live

I have to say, that my life now, is fairly cushy. I don’t have to worry about to many things: I own my own car, I pay my rent on time, I have a decent job. A lot of what I have now, I owe to my grandparents. They chose to immigrate into the United States from Mexico so that my Mom would have a chance at a good life.

That day at the airport, I thought about a lot of things while we wait for the plane to take off. Moving to the United States with my sister was a huge turning point for me on so many levels. It meant that I will need to learn a new language and adapt to a new culture. It meant that I will leave my aunt and uncle who have raised me for the past eleven years. It meant that I will live with my mom and see my dad and stepdad for the very first time. My emotion was mixed with excitement, fear, and hesitation.

Three months ago I was studying my last moments of high school in Mexico. I had already planned the university I was going to and the major I wanted to course. Everything was happening really fast when my father told my mother and I that he had a job opportunity in the United States. He didn't wish to force us to go with him, although we did accept to leave because both of us consider that the most valuable thing in this world is family.

When you hear me speak, you’d never guess that I’ve lived anywhere accept the United States. However, my current accent wasn’t always the case. My older sister and I have had the privilege of moving every couple years since we were born due to my mother’s job. Her job has taken us to countries far as England, Finland and France but also as close as California, Nevada, Maryland and finally and most loved, Kentucky. On August 8th, 2000, I was born to Susan and Bill Macke in Wellington Florida. By my first birthday, we were in the process of moving to Birmingham, England. And that’s where my global adventure began. My childhood was that of a European instead of an American child. We were fortunate enough to be able to take the train to Rome or

Hiding behind the stairs, I heard my mom say, “I think our time here is coming to an end.” Overhearing my parents’ statement startled me. Despite being unaware of the plot of this conversation, I hypothesized that some significant change was going to occur in my family’s life. Later, I entered my mom’s room to ask more questions. Unable to digest the most unanticipated and shocking answer in my life, a surge of questions streamed through my head: Why did we migrate from the US to India initially? Now, why are we moving back to the US? Why are they making arbitrary choices right before I start high school? All these questions swamped my mind.

Moving to a different city or state can be a very big change. Moving to a whole other country? It changes you in ways you would have never thought possible. I remember being very vulnerable and rather powerless when I first moved to the United States. I was barely of age back then, only thirteen and I had already gone from a country with a total population of 1.2 million people stretched over only 2040 km2 of land to this new country with 318.9 million people and an area of 9.8 million km2. It felt like a whole other world, as if I were an alien who had just begun to discover the alternate universes co-existing in the mystical galaxy we all live in. At first it had felt magical and exhilarating but it wasn’t long before the realization that my whole life had changed in a split second dawned upon me. It was no longer a spectacular wonderland with seemingly endless fascinating possibilities as much as it was an intimidating maze of gloomy jungles which became more and more chaotic, suffocating me, the alien, as if to remind me that I did not belong there.

As we were hauling boxes out to the moving van, my mom was sitting in the dining room on the only chair that was left inside, looking very focused and determined to find information to ease our worries and encourage us to be more excited to move. Signs of frustration were starting to show on her face when the school website wasn’t giving her the information she had wanted, however she didn’t turn off the phone yet. With fake enthusiasm she told me to come over to her, attempting to tell me how great the new school and California was going to be. “You are going to meet great new friends and I know, in a couple of months, you will be thankful for this adventure because you will be happy there, we have a neighborhood pool and a community center,

Before I move to the states I had no idea of diversity here. Like many foreigners I knew nothing about north and south as too cultural concepts. The picture of an American in my mind was a white or black person. There was no place for other ethnicities. To be honest the picture of whites was dominant. As all I knew about here was through media and Hollywood movies which normally have white heroes. The only Americans I had met before were American soldiers in the border of Iran-Iraq when I was traveling to Iraq for a visit and the US embassy officers in Turkmenistan who did not waste my time in the visa approval process. They all were nice and first realistic

I wanted to take this opportunity to thank you for the very pleasant experience that I had when I interviewed for a residency position in the Internal Medicine on December 14, 2015. I really enjoyed meeting you and learning more about the position. I appreciate you taking your time to talk to me about my qualifications and about my interest in the position. I liked the program very much because of the wide spectrum of patient experience, its foundation in academics and research opportunities it provides and the dedicated faculty who teach the residents and mentor them in their career plans.

In my eighteen years of life of this planet—soon to be nineteen—I had only Shifted once on purpose. The first time was when I was ten—three years after I had settled into the body I had now—and my oldest brother, Adrian, had just been shipped off to fight in Arden. It was the same war my father had died in only months before hand, so our family had been a tad bit uneasy about his departure.

Entering my third year in Canada, I consider myself still a rookie in this beautiful country. In my past two years in Canada, what impresses me the most is the magnificent natural landscape to be seen everywhere. Plus in winter there are lots of activities offered such as skiing and hot spring. Humanity and nature have been integrated smoothly, attracting me keep exploring what’s more to