Personal Experience

We are interested in learning more about you and the context in which you have grown up, formed your aspirations, and accomplished your academic successes. Please describe the factors and challenges that have most shaped your personal life and aspirations. How have these factors helped you to grow? (800)

One of my personal experiences that I had was when my family decided to move from New Jersey to Florida. I never planned on moving with them but my mother basically forced me into moving with them. It wasn’t really all that moving stuff because the new house was actually pretty nice, it was just I had all my friends there and I was doing well in school. Nothing I said convinced my mother so after a week of packing we was off to Florida. The first week being there was a horrible week. Nothing was going right for me, I missed the school bus for a whole week, dropped my milk on my new shoes, and tripped over nothing in lunch. It was just trying to move back but parents always have this life lesson speech about trying to make new friends and try to get used to being here until we move again. It’s been about a month since we moved to Florida and I met about zero friends but I got used to living here since I’ve found something that interested me as an after school hobby and that was fishing. There’s barley any lakes or ponds in New Jersey so fishing wasn’t really something you do as a time waster. I usually fished right after I got home but on that day it was rainy and it wasn’t really a good time to fish so I just decided to practice my free shots until it started raining hard. I think I was outside for about 20minutes and suddenly a couple kids from my new school asked if they can shoot

Many people go through the same situation that I went through when they are young. It was a tough time in my life, and it has made me a much stronger human being, physically and mentally. I feel stable and relaxed and I am comfortable with who I associate with, and my adjustment to my new environment. I often visit Michigan, but when I am there I feel homesick and want to go back to Virginia. My family supports me on all levels and friends back home. My younger siblings and

Time passed and I still hated Mexico. I complained every day, I wanted to go back to the place I loved, but a knife cuts both ways with a loose definition of origin, it’s effortless to feel as if you don’t belong anywhere. I started to see the bright sides of moving to Mexico, such as having my entire family with me and having more time to learn about the country I was born from and obtain pride within it. However, Mexico was not my country, it was always busy with people shouting and the school was not helping either. The school was far from accepting, everyone knew each other since kindergarten getting a new kid was like winning an exceedingly rare lottery. Everyone had a rough time adapting, but at the end, we all found our way, after all, intelligence is the ability to adapt. We stayed in Mexico for a year, this gave me enough time to fall in love with my country, I accepted the situation for exactly what it was instead of trying to manipulate it into what I believe it should be. However wonderful or substandard the situation was I would always find the solution. The traffic was unbearable, the city was too dangerous, my accent was confusing. I accepted these challenges so I could feel the acceleration of victory, I started to take the subway, never left the house alone and started to observe how everyone else spoke and copied their accent, even though hard work does not guarantee success, success cannot be achieved without hard work. We also gained a

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.

I was born in a small town in Mexico on March 20, 1998. My life over there was rough, my mom had to work two jobs so she can provide for me and my brother. My brother was the one that always took care of me and was like a father figure. Leaving everything behind and having to start again chasing the American dream was hard, but was for the best. I had to learn a new language and interact with different people. In the beginning I didn't like being here I felt alone being in a strange place, going to school was also difficult since I could not communicate with my teachers and with most of my peers. That changed when I learned more English and I did everything I could to adapt to this country. I also saw how much my parents worked and still struggled

In my case, I knew my life would have been easier in Mexico. With my parents, I wouldn’t have had to work to pay for school, or housing, everything would have been granted.

Coming from Mexico was a difficult transition, but looking back at that memory, it is a reminder that anything is possible. I remember the sun felt like an oven most days. Sweat ran down my back and through my clothes. One summer day I walked to meet my new future,however, I kept thinking and admiring my beautiful country: Mexico. Time passed by quickly From the time I woke until the time I reached the airplane. My feet weakened with pain and excitement. Pain because I was leaving my family behind to find a better future or myself. I knew,the trees, the beautiful flowers: the lilies, the Violets, The marigolds, and the strong yet satisfying smell of el chile. I felt excitement because I would be able to see something new that would become

My first language was Spanish. English was my second language, which I learned in school. My parents always taught me the importance of being connected to God and to the Catholic church, because our faith in God is what keeps us alive. Our house was located on a nice avenue. We had a school in front of our house, and the streets were always calm.We are five members in my family and lived in a modest, but beautiful, house. My parents are loving and have always been there in the most unfavorable moments that I have faced through my life thus far. I could not be more grateful with the life that I have thanks to them. When I graduated from middle school, everything shifted. Matamoros looked abhorrent; it was nothing comparable to what it was when I was younger. The aspiration of living and forming a family there slowly dissipated.

I came to the United States two years ago. Before I got here, my mother has been living here for two years. She came to America when I was 14 years old, so my grandmother and uncle were taking care of me. Since she left, I started thinking about one question —— where my home is. Even though the house was same and the same friends still around me, I lived without the sense of belonging.

I was born and raised in Mexico City. The eldest of three kids (two boys and one girl), we were brought up with a mixed cultural background since my mom’s family is from Lebanon and my dad’s family is from Spain, which made me appreciate the different approaches my grandmothers had for cooking, manners and way of living. Something I am really thankful for, is my parents approach to traveling, because I remember this as a huge part of my life since I was five years old. Getting to know different places, both in and out of my country, shaped the way I see the world and made me want to explore more of what this world has to offer and that is why when I decided to go to college, I chose SCAD as my university.

I was born in the state of Zacatecas, México in the year 1996, but raised in the city of El Cerrito Del Agua, Ojo Caliente. I lived there for the first seven years of my life before moving to the United States. My parents, Jaime and Guadalupe were both born in El Cerrito del Agua, as well as for my two little brothers at that time, Gerardo and Bernado. It wasn’t a big city but instead had a population of less than 1,000 residents. Even though it was a poor place we all managed to survive and live happily. The schools and homes weren’t in their best condition but they were all we had. I lived my early childhood very happy along with a lot of loving and caring people. That place holds my family’s history. Being born from

It was nearly a year ago when my dad made the decision to bring me and my family to the United States so that we can have a better future and a better life for everything that is happening in Mexico such as poverty, bad governance, and disasters natural. It was difficult to say goodbye to all my loved ones, my friends, my grandparents, my cousins and all my family. But everyone supported me by saying that it is the best for me and that fulfills all my dreams and my goals. During the course of the trip I was meeting new things for me because I had not done any other trip, it was there when I first saw the sea and it was something awesome for me and my

Life can be as negative or positive as you want it to be. Nothing either bad or good can last forever. My complete name is Anahi Angelica Tiburcio Loyola. I am a senior at Vista High School. I am from a town name San Jorge Nuchita,huajuapan de Leon Oaxaca Mexico.Five years ago my parents took a decision for me, a really good one I can say. I was excited about all the changes. I thought scarcity would disappear .My dad came to the United States two years before us. He had been coming forward and back every two years to visit us on holidays only. He had been risking his life every time he came to visit us. It was not easy for my mom to raise four children by herself, and neither was it easy for my dad to be without his family. Because of

The first three weeks living there I felt like I was on a long vacation, a vacation that started lasting a little too long. By March 30, I wanted to move back. I missed my friends, my hometown, my nanna, the 20 acres I used to live on, American food and drinks, and just plain Americans! I was so tired of trying to translate Spanish to English! I was enrolled