Personal Narrative: From My Migration To Moldova

      From the very first paragraph of the narrative, I noticed that there were several details that the narrator mentioned that required further, deeper thought. For me, this is what made the story appealing.

There are multiple reasons why I enjoyed this book considering it had a good storyline and a theme everyone can relate to. It had a lot of details ,and it was very funny. Another reason why I liked this book was because the book had a good mix of good things and bad things throughout the story. I liked how the author used

I never knew my dad was illegally in the United States until he was arrested by U.S Immigration and Customs Enforcement. Everything happened so fast, and before I knew it my whole life was changing. One day I was having a pizza date with my dad, and a few days later I was in the car on a 3 hour drive to the Tacoma Northwest Detention Center to say goodbye to him as he awaited his deportation to Mexico. My father's deportation has been the hardest thing I have ever had to go through. It has brought on emotional hardships and financial struggles, which, has brought on challenges regarding my education.

I chose my immigrant participant from a personal perspective, yet not knowing much about him. Last year, my first year teaching, I had a little boy in my class that was Latino, very shy and quite. He struggled in reading and writing and after meeting with his parents and ESOL teacher several times, the decision was made to retain him in first grade. His parents, especially dad was hesitant about the decision, and began to tell small glimpses of how his son was very much like him, shy, and scared to reach out because of the language barrier. There was never much elaborated on, but I could tell that dad had possibly been in a similar situation before. This year, I was lucky enough to have this same child in my first grade class again. After receiving

Despite the dependability I have on my hometown of Calgary, Alberta it cannot surpass the overwhelming warmth and hearth which abundantly resonates within Warsaw, Poland. Perhaps it is simply the lasting effects of having first generation Canadian immigrants as parents who constantly reminisce on childhood adventures or just the inexplicable sheer bliss being in Warsaw has. Suffice to say, the sensation does not limit itself to the explicit ethos of Warsaw, but in fact compels me to miss the people – not purely family, but rather the inexplicably and enlightening aura of harmonized unity amongst individuals who retain some acknowledgeable altruism. I attribute the absence of this quality to be why I do not consider Calgary to be my primal landscape.

No one get’s to choose what environment in which they were raised. I grew up in a very difficult environment that has affected me in various ways. Although it has left some very scaring memories, it has made me who I am today.

The story kept me involved from the beginning to the end. One reason it kept me

Initially, I was not confident having my writing assessed by an online tool, as I was sure there would be numerous errors. Surprisingly, however, I received a lot of positive feedback. Firstly, Paper Rater (2014) found no mistakes in my spelling, grammar or punctuation; my sentences were all an appropriate length, and the use of transitional phrases made my writing flow nicely. Additionally, while reading Grellier and Goerke (2014), I realised I had used simple, direct language in my wiritng and avoided using clichés or redundant phrases. Finally, Writer’s Diet gave me an overall diagnosis of ‘fit and trim’, with a lean use of nouns, prepositions and words like it, this, that and there. These results were, pleasing; however, there were

As I have fully read and understood the conditions stated in the freshman contract, I deeply regret that I have failed to fulfill them. However, I urge that the Admission Committee reconsider the withdrawal of my admission. There were many discrepancies happened in my life, especially the first semester of senior year which had led to me not being able to perform my full potential academically.

The plane’s wheels touched the ground, screeching triumphantly to a stop. Wide-eyed, I carefully pressed my face against the window, enchanted by the Qatari sunrise and beige sand dunes. Incredibly curious and enthusiastic to learn about my surroundings, I paid no heed to well-intentioned advice to stay within the comfortable surroundings of the compound. Whenever I did not have day trips planned or work to complete, I would make the twenty-minute walk to a small corner store nestled just outside a labour camp and get into conversation with the workers who were returning from their shifts. I was shocked to learn that they only had one day of rest a week, despite working close to twelve hours a day, and lived in overcrowded bunks that often lacked the necessary amenities. There was virtually no freedom of speech or freedom of association, and they risked losing their jobs and being sent home penniless if they dared to complain.

Some things that I feel could be improved is the story needs more description of the events for better

It has been approximately eighty five years since my ancestors first immigrated to Canada. My great grandfather came to Canada, then returned to Ukraine two years later to bring his wife and four sons. During the time he had been in Canada conditions had worsened in Ukraine, so they had to leave as quickly as they could. My great uncle decided to stay in Ukraine, despite the harsh living conditions Stalin was creating. The family sent him money over the years, but it was suspected that the Russian army intercepted those letters before they could ever benefit him. Meanwhile, they had moved to the small town of Radisson, Saskatchewan, and set up a farm. This is where my grandfather was born. Soon after the move the father died, leaving the mother

I am a lottery winner. But this lottery doesn't pay out Mega-Millions like the Powerball.  This is a visa lottery that my family won, giving us the opportunity to move from Romania to the United States. As I was growing up, being thousands of miles away from my family and was unaware of how disconnected from my original culture I began to become. I became completely insouciant to this simply because I had begun to build my own Romanian-American culture.

When reading the book the book was short but had a lot of information for the reader. The theme for the story was very compelling for someone to understand. It also gave other information but the theme was the most important information for the book to give.

I thought it had nice imagery in some of the paragraphs, but in some of them it wasn't so descriptive. I didn't really like the story itself though because i'm not into dinosaurs or time traveling or sci-fi things. The story overall was was one that would be enjoyed