Personal Narrative Essay - Application for US Naturalization

For many people, it could be a challenge to become a U.S. citizen. For others, becoming a U.S. citizen was easy. Everyone has the dream to become a U.S. citizen, but not everyone has the privilege to be a U.S. citizen. For the people that do have the privilege to become a U.S. citizen there is a process that the applicants must take and get granted with U.S. citizenship. The steps for becoming a U.S. citizen are eligibility, applying for citizenship, and take oath of allegiance.

Coming to the United States was the best thing that ever happened to me. I was born in Dagahaley, Kenya where I lived for fourteen years. My family and I had to go through a lot to get to the United States. Most people wanted to come to the United States because life is better here then it is there. You have to be lucky to get picked and we were fortunate to be able to move to the United States. After you get picked you have to go through multiple tests over the course of about eight to nine months. If you pass the test you get to go, but if you do not than you had to stay back in Africa and would not have another chance. When I first heard we were going to America I was so excited and everything, but then it hit me and thought about it what

Coming to AmericaThe year was 1948, and my grandmothers aunt and uncle came for a visit from Chicago to Germany to see their family. They had no children and had come to ask my grandmother if she would be interested in coming to Chicago to possibly live there w ith them. The idea of going appealed to her very much since her home city, Saarbrcken, was still partially destroyed from the WWII bombings. She always had the wanderlust in her blood coming from both sides of her family, so thinking about the towering skyscrapers, the bustling city streets, and the glamorous movies from America was quite enticing to my grandmother. With all off these wondrous thoughts swimming through her head, she enthusiastically agreed to go.Now, it was time to prepare

"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

Change is always difficult, sometimes it takes tie for people to get used to new lives our too new environments but all is a part of growing up. When I first came here it was difficult, I had to learn a new language, make new friends, and adjust to a totally different life style. There millions of people that like me come here every day with the intention of making their dreams come true and to have new opportunities, and to have a better future. We emigrate to United States because we here see, the things we often lack in our home countries, like for me and I’m sure many Cubans we came here looking for freedom, freedom to express our feelings and our though without the are the fear of going to jail. Wiesel is an immigrant just like many of

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.

I am the first generation of my family members that has been raised at and attended school in the United States. My siblings were raised and educated in Mexico later transitioning to the U.S. when I was 4. My family from a young age to now has only been made up of my mom, two sisters, nephews, and niece slowly growing as time passes.

“Papa, no te vayas!” (Daddy, don’t go!) Those were the words that I said with tears streaming down my face every time my dad left our home in Mexico to return to California. I recall this fractured family existence, this inevitable sacrifice of separation in order to survive for seven long years, until my parents decided that it was time to reunite in the United States and finally become a stable family. While the United States was a new setting for my family, it was not a new place for me as it was my birth country. Yet, I remember feeling harassed and excluded, common emotions among immigrants to the U.S. and this new emotion created a fear I was unaccustomed to; I felt scared of this new lifestyle and of the limited possibilities.

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'm in a small small town named Grosselec Poland in the year 1920. I am in the town square, people are bustling about. There are many shops selling food, clothes and a few selling jewelry. I look over to see a woman walking with her three daughter to the grocery store. I follow them inside to hear the owner say, “Hello Jetti how are Rachella, Sylvia and Esther? Any word from Jacob?” This is my great great grandma, my Mom's, Dad's, Mom's, Mom, Jetti Teidor. She responds, “They are doing fine, now word though, I am starting to think that it is time for us to move to America.” After they leave I follow them home. Jetti opens the door, walks to the small kitchen and starts to make dinner.

Today our family has been publicly embarrassed. We were in the town market when four policemen got ahold of us, and beat us. I could see my grandfather restraining himself from fighting back because it would surely put them in the hospital, and when recovered, grandfather would be tried. This put us over the edge, and our family decided that enough was enough. Our whole family sat down for dinner, and we decided that it was time we emigrate to the United States. Chung is very patriotic and his dream was to join the Chinese army after school, so this decision was quite a blow to his future. We calmed him down and told him we would discuss this more, but Mu Lan and Shi Yang are almost 100 percent sure that we need to leave. I feel uneasy with

Another important requirement is that applicants for naturalization must be able to read, write, speak, and understand words in ordinary usage in the English language. The only people who are exempt from that are those who have been residing permanently in the U.S. for over 15 years and are 55 years of age or older, have been residing 20 years and 50 years of age or older, or have a physical or mental disability which impairs them from learning English. An applicant must also demonstrate a knowledge and understanding of the history and the form of government of the United States. To demonstrate this knowledge and understanding the applicant must take a U.S. History test which consists of approximately 25

I grew up in what I thought was a pretty typical suburban American family. I was always taught to pray, respect my family, and love my county. It was never a real question of what I wanted to do when I graduated high school. The Marines was the only option for me. Remembering that fateful day in September of 2001, I would have it no other way. I always held a grudge. A grudge against someone that didn’t have a name or a face. In my ignorance I believed that it was everyone over in Iraq or Afghanistan who would do my country harm. It would be through the Marine Corps that I would learn the truth. No matter where you are from, what religion you follow, where you stand on the social latter, we are all the same.

Canada supported a large minority of people with French ancestry. French Canadians lived predominantly in the province of Quebec. The French-Canadians or “Quebecois” frequently clashed with the English majority, due

Canada is north of the United States and has a long history of multilingualism. French multilingualism in Canada began with the colonization of the Americas. Both English and French are considered official languages in Canada. According to a 2011 census, 56.9 percent of Canadians speak English as a first language and 21.3 percent of Canadians speak French as a first language. The article “Public Attitudes Toward Multiculturalism and Bilingualism in Canada” by … analyzes the public perspective of both the cultural and linguistic differences between French-Canadian culture and Anglo-Canadian culture. On bilingualism in Canada, … states, “[The graphs] demonstrate strong support among French Canadians and less support among English Canadians [for bilingual provinces]” (...). While … does not give reasons for this divergence in opinion, some speculative reasons could be the prolific nature of English in the media and in politics as well as a cultural divide between English-speaking and French-speaking