Today is the day. I am leaving the town I’ve lived in all my life, Ukraine. I’m only 14 years old leaving the country for the America’s to start a new, more efficient life. We are very poor here in Ukraine and we barely have enough money to board the ship. I’m only taking one, very small suitcase with very little of my belongings. I’m bringing a winter coat, 2 dresses, the shoes on my feet, and a necklace my parents gave me. My parents aren’t coming along with myself, just my older brother Petro who is 15. He is very tall and muscular probably from all the firewood he breaks apart with an ax for the winter so we aren't freezing because we don't have enough to buy a heater, he has dark brown hair, with a few freckles across his nose and very dark blue eyes. I don’t know about my brother, but I’m very scared to leave my parents. I am going to miss them oh so very dearly. Petro and myself have traveled many miles just to get to the boat that will deliver us to America. It is outstandingly large, I’ve never seen anything like it. Thousands of people from different cultures all wanting the same common dream. Many faces, many, many faces. I dread leaving Ukraine but I’m so excited for a new start. As we get on the ship, we are placed at the bottom of the boat because we are third class. Poor. We are provided with the most awful beds ever, hard bunk beds. We have no clue how long we be on the ship for. Petro complains and complains. The first day has been very stressful.
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It 's so cold today. I sit on a suitcase packed for me, Norah. I am from a small town in Ireland called Cobh, and I live there with my mother, father and little sister. Glenn is my older brother, three years older than me. Oh, and I 'm sixteen. I guess you could call this feeling anxiety, but it really is more than that. It feels like I 'll never come home, and I 'll never see mother and father again. Everyone says (well, if you can call the newspaper editor and his wife everyone) that America is "paved with gold" and that "endless opportunities" await anyone who goes. But the stories I
We arrived on a day where the sky was pale, and the people’s faces seemed very weary. I convinced myself that everything will be fine by repeating some positive thoughts in my head. The conflict in Iraq was pretty aroused most of the time, and even though my parents and I were Iraqis, people there still looked at us as foreigners, because we did not live in Iraq long enough. However, it was very hard to set an appointment for the passport process, so we waited about six days for it. It was not a pleasant waiting because there was no electricity, for we had to deal with the 120 Fahrenheit weather. My parents knew how difficult it was for me to stay there, even for a short period of time, but no solution they had. I have big dreams to achieve, I also have a big love for my family, and I was not ready to suffer if something would happen to them because of an explosion or a
The Pequot War was a salient event, as it influenced the political and economic landscape of the New World in a drastic way. The Pequot War was the first sustained conflict amongst Europeans and Native Americans. This event certainly wasn’t going to be the last of its kind; according to Schultz (2010), “The blood shed during the Pequot War foreshadowed the dark nature of Indian-colonist relations that was just over the horizon.” (Page. 41)
Dear diary, today I'm on my way to the new world and I'm carrying a compass and map that will come in handy. This ship is enormous, a carracks, and is captained by Christoper Columbus and it's called Santa Maria with two smaller ships called Pinta and Nina. There are about 50 people on the ship with me. Apparently they are handling the trip well, most of them are excited to discover new objects. So far there are no Problems , everyone is getting along with each other. the weather is pleasant the past days . right now I feel a bit depressed because I absolutely miss my family, other then that it's going
So, for the first sixteen years of my life, I’m seventeen by the way, I lived in England with my parents but about two years ago my aunt passed away. My aunt was the closest person to me since I was a little girl. Because of the tragedy for the past two years my Uncle has been wanting to move to America because that was my Aunt’s favorite vacation spot to go, and finally my uncle decides to move, but there’s one little problem...I have to go with him!
Life here is horrible and miserable. Sevan, you have been nothing but hell for me, I just wish you guys luck without me on this world. Lorand, thank you for all. I will have to sacrifice my life for whatever is best for me. I feel like this family has been too much for me and I need to go and experience life in the heavens. Life hasn’t been good to me ever. I sometimes think why was I born, I should’ve sacrificed my life for the other brother. The other brother should’ve lived instead of me. This is NOT living for me. As I grow older, I am more depressed and I have thoughts of somethings that nobody will ever know about. You guys will NEVER see me. You guys have taken advantage of me since DAY 1. I have been violated tremendously inside and outside. I WISHED I NEVER LIVED. DAD WHERE ARE YOU? I Feel like NOT LIVING
It had been 8 weeks on the vessel when we had been informed that we would be nearing the New York harbor soon, that meant eight weeks without any pyzy or kopytka, my favorite foods. The vessel was fairly clean and was filled with people such as myself and my brother, Jacek, escaping the grasp of Nazi Germany in Poland or the equivalent of so in their countries. On the other hand, some are here seeking greater economic opportunity and religious freedom. My brother and I were the only ones out of my family brave enough to leave our lives behind and venture into America. It wasn’t easy for me to leave everything behind and start anew, I had many friends, family, and prized possessions that I left, not knowing if I would ever see them again. I
There are millions of people around us, the sound is so loud it’s almost unbearable. Everyone is waiting in line to board the SS Nevada, the ship that is going to take us all to Ellis island, the gateway to America. I can hear the chatters of excitement echoing about their freedom in America, but I’m having mixed feelings about leaving. I’m excited to go because I will receive my freedom and be reunited with my mother and father, but I’m also devastated that I have to leave you and the rest of Ireland behind. Tears escape my eyes just thinking about not being able to talk to you every day, but I promise I’ll write like this often once I reach America.
My husband of 5 years, Larry, and I woke around 7 a.m. to finish packing our things into our prairie schooner, in which we bought supplies for and made ourselves. Our 3 year old daughter, Lucy, is still sleeping, so we pack her things too. We pack light, so that our oxen, Moses, Alfred, and Edward, will be able to pull the wagon. Once we leave, we will be leaving our home above Larry’s blacksmith shop in Knoxville, Tennessee. We are also leaving my parents and our closest friends. My husband’s parents are the main reason we're leaving, they both got very sick with tuberculosis and passed away, so we don’t want our child around those sicknesses. In Oregon, we will get free land since we have one man in our family. Except on the way, I know that it will be very hard. I know this because of all the talk inside the coffee shop just 5 minutes of a wagon ride from our home. We have been in there lately because we are buying coffee grounds to take with us on our trip.
Since moving to Orillia back last September, I have wanted to drive on my own to Barrie and just walk around the Georgian Mall just to prove my self that I can drive on the high way and I can go any where if I try. When this assignment came about I knew right away that I would choose the “Day of Nonconformity” because going to Barrie is something I want to do for myself and not for anyone else. I choose to go on a Friday because that was the best time for me to go because I have no classes that day and I also have school to be done so I though Friday would work for me. Also, one of my friends tagged along so that I was not alone on this trip. I got to walk all around and went into the stores I want to go into. I never actually ended up buying
I was in second grade and we were at the library. I had some extra time because my sister was playing in the ship that I thought I was too good for. I wandering in the nonfiction section and I found the shelves filled with books about countries. I was excited and decided to check out thirteen. We were in the car driving to Vermont and I was reading one of them. I was “really bored” because I had accidentally checked out a book from the “wrong publisher.” (Now I realize it was probably just the different names for the same company over time.) I finished about an hour before we arrived and so I was excited that I could read something else.
Twenty-six years ago I a 17-year-old boy joined the United States Army. I served my country faithfully for 22 years, two months and four days; I served in the Transportation Corps. My time in the army was a special period in my life. I gain a lot of life experiences as well as professional ones; the military shaped and molded me into the husband, father son, and brother that I am today. During my service, I grew up and learned several life lessons that would serve me well in and out of the army. To get a real understand on how the military shaped me into the person, I am today; I must first give you some insight into the person I was before I left for basic training. I graduated high school in 1991 just four months’ shy of my 18th birthday;
I hate leaving my family from Greece, but the only way I get to see my husband. My husband George Kirkland was sent to America to work for a company he was working at. I made sure I picked everything, my 3 dresses, shoes, pots and pans, and my locket my great grandmother gave to me. My father and mother gave me money before I go, they said '' This is for Ellis Island, I will miss you so much Hazel Elizabeth''. '' I'll miss you to Pa and Ma, but I have to go live with my husband'' I said sadly. Tears running down my face as I left for the boat dock. As I was walking I could the most gorgeous sunset, I was surely going to miss this place. I grabbed my stuff, heading toward the ship, I got in a big line filled with different people, the rich, the second class, and the third class.
The actual programming of a computer is what controls its every operation. Similarly, society’s gender roles control every choice that a person makes. For example, “From an economic perspective, the traditional female careers into which significant numbers of girls are directed pay substantially lower wages than nontraditional fields. For example, in the field of cosmetology, in which girls represent 98% of the students, workers typically earn a median wage of $9.52 per hour, yet in the electricians' field, in which girls comprise only 6% of students, the median earnings are more than twice as much, at $20.33 per hour.” (Toglia, 2)
All over the world, soldiers in the UN’s blue helmets or hats have risked their lives trying to stop wars. In 1988 they received one of the worlds highest honors, the Nobel Peace Prize. Canadians were proud, because their soldiers and aircrew had shared in almost every UN peacekeeping mission since 1948.