I went to the United State four years ago. At first, I was really feel out of place. The weight of not knowing English and not having any friend heavily pushed me down to depression. I did not talk to anyone. Everything in my life went downhill. I got bully in high school my first year here. Because of how I look and how I talk, people would make fun of me. It went really bad that one day. I went to school at 7am as usual, and went straight to my locker. There were a word that written in sharpie on my locker. It said "FAGGOT". My face went blank. I did not know how to react, but stood still for five minutes. After that incident, I did not trust anyone. I completely "shut down". I started to self-harm and it was not healthy at all. However, feeling the physical pain made me forget how cruel this world is. …show more content…
I felt really tired of life, I just wanted to give up. After surviving my first also last time suicide, I started reaching out to people, one by one and day by day. Having the support from the people who truly understand me make me feel "safe". I started to join more club and activities to cut myself of any negative thought. Now, I am the Vice President for International Student Association and Vice President for Student Senate. I am currently enrolled in Interior Design and Health Science program with the hop that I can use my knowledge to help
Moving to America, was a difficult transition for me. I had come to the realization that I wasn’t going to see my friends any time soon back in Iran and that was hard to overcome at a young age. I was alone as a child because my siblings are a lot older than me, and my parents’ had the challenge of starting over because they had left everything behind in Iran. However, that wasn’t going to get in the way of me succeeding in school. I have always been a fast learner, by the age of eight I had already learned four languages. Also, I was voted most improved by my classmate every year I was in Elementary School. This might not seem like a big achievement, but as a young student in a new country it was a huge motivation boost for me to improve every
John sat quietly thinking about the events from the day before. A lot had happened in the last couple hours. He wasn’t sure whether to stare at the wall in shock or go out celebrating. John had just been naturalized. He was a citizen of the United States of America. He never has to go back home. He had rights. He could out and say anything! He could practice his religion! He was American.
Even though it hasn’t been a long time since our family has moved to America, it feels like a lifetime ago. I can barely remember the days of walking around barefoot and only having a small piece of bread to eat, while here everyone has shoes to wear and eats pasta multiple times a week. How my life has changed in such a short time. Everyone and everything moves at such fast pace here, if one blinks they can miss a lifetime. Back in Sicily, the days drug on while everyone went through the motions of their days on the farm. There are many differences between Sicily and here in America, but the first time I laid my eyes on the Statue of Liberty, I knew I was meant to be an American.
My family and I in 2008 moved from Trinidad and Tobago to America. We were all so excited to move to a new country. We heard about all the fun experiences and great opportunities that America had to offer. I must admit that I had mixed emotions about moving to a new country. On one hand, I was exactly happy because I was going to have an opportunity to go college and presume my dream of being a childhood teacher or child psychologist. On the other hand, I was sad because I was leaving all my Tobago friends and family
“Something that I never had in life, something that you have but are taking for granted, I won't stand for it.” Game controller in hand, I gulped hard, with sweat rolling down my head. My eyes pointed directly downward, not daring to look up as my mother gave “the talk.” My mother’s words echo in my head. Having lost her father during high school, she was denied her right to higher education. She married at a young age, moved to America, and gave birth to me. The first born, the carrier of the American Dream. We were what one would expect from an immigrant Indian family; working hard, valuing education, and hoping for a better tomorrow. As my parents worked hard to sustain our family, I strived to excel in school, motivated by their hardship.
I moved to the United States. I did not speak English well. When we went to our first year of school, I had really hard time understanding what the teachers said, homework and classwork assignments too. My first day at the American school, I will never forget. It was my biology class, the teacher called me to introduce myself. I stood up and started to think of all English words that I knew, which can help me introduce myself. Teacher and classmates ask questions to help me. But I could not answer them because I simply did not know how. Somehow I was able to say my name and quickly went back to my desk. My hands were shaking and heart beating so fast, at that time I saw how some students were laughing. I did not know why there were laughing, but it makes me feel worse about my English. When I came home, I cried so hard. Next days, weeks, and month were same. I hold my tears during classes because I did not want to cry in front of everyone. But at home, I cried all the time. To me, it was so hard physically and mentally. I had a bad headache after trying to translate everything that teachers trying to explain. My homework takes me 8 hours minimum. Every day I went to sleep at
My mother gave me this book to write in before I left my entire family behind in Chiapas, Mexico. She told me not to be afraid and to write whenever I am feeling upset, anxious, or angry. I haven’t wanted to write this stuff down, but I do not want to say it out loud either. I moved to America last year to stay with my aunt, uncle, and cousins in Brooklyn, New York; I was twelve then and perhaps very naive about what my life would be like in America. I didn’t know any English, but my parents told me that coming to America would help me become smarter. Better even. Unfortunately, America is not what I thought it would be and in recent times, the President is even threatening to make us leave. In Mexico, I felt that I had such an amazing life, where I was able to run around and be free. But here, I am stuck between four walls in a small one bed-room apartment. In the land of opportunity, I feel that I have none.
When I came to the United states, it was pretty hard trying to speak and understand english,because when someone was talking to me I did not understood a single word. It Frustrated me.It was also really hard to pronounce a word because some words does not sound the same way their written.I actually did not want it to read or write anything to learn i just want it to go back where I could understand a language.My mom spoke with me about how she felt when she first came to the US I realize that nothing is impossible.
Transitions are a part of life. Most people their first big move is going to college after high school. Mine was gliding over the Pacific Ocean at the age of three to New Zealand. When most people think of this country, they think of The Lord of the Rings, an abundance of sheep, or even, “that one island close to Australia”. To me, though, New Zealand was my home. After nine years, I would be leaving everything I knew and I would be moving to America. However, my life did not start in New Zealand. I was born in Fairfax Hospital, Virginia, and for the first three years of my life, I lived in America. I don’t remember much about the house we lived in, but I do remember walks to the park and my black Labrador: Pepper. We had to leave her behind when we moved to New Zealand in 2000 because strict bio-security laws would require her to be quarantined. She was left behind. I left many more memories behind in New Zealand when I moved back to America in 2009. Things like
Many people who move to American, immigrate because it’s their last option. Some people flee to escape war, or poverty. My dad’s situation on the other hand, was more of a mental decision. I interviewed my father, Mariusz Kukielko for this project because I admire his intentions and courage he had when he was forced to make this big decision. I have always know he was an immigrant, because I was myself about three years old when we moved, but I was too young to recall anything. The interview took place in my living room.
Imagine a happy place where everything was all right in the world. You have a loving family and loving friends whom you get you play with all day long until you get tired. Now, imagine that happy place being taken away from you, all in one day. That’s how I felt when I found out I was moving away from my family and friends. When I was young, I did not understand why I had to move away to a place that was completely foreign and unfamiliar. I can still remember the frustration and disbelief I felt when I was told I was moving from Philippines all they way across the world to the United States of America. I cried, I kicked, and I fussed hoping that would make a difference but it did not. It didn’t matter how I felt or whether I understood the reason, because I was moving either way. Moving from Philippines to America was a challenge for me because of the language, I had trouble fitting in and I struggled to make friends.
I never understood how I got to the United States. I decided to uncover my past and ask my parents,my father; Jae Cho at the age of 60, and my mother; Eunwoo Cho at 53. My parents met at a bar in Seoul during high school. From there they knew they had a special connection. After a year, my .father moved to tennessee because all of his friends were there. His days consisted of struggling in high school trying to learn english, and skating every other second he had. After years of agonizing training, he qualified for the 1984 winter olympics. After his skating career, he went to the University of Wisconsin. My mom was still in korea at the time, starting her acting career. She acted in indie films but eventually got recognition and was chosen
I am a Nigerian immigrant and I lived in Nigeria until I was seven. There are numerous differences between Nigeria, a non-western undeveloped nation, and the U.S. For example, very trivial things like constant electricity, clean water, quality education, and access to quality healthcare are often unavailable or extremely expensive in Nigeria. Though retrospectively, I feel like I was deprived as a child, these things were a reality for me at the time. Fortunately for me, my parents were able to move our family to the United States, more specifically New Jersey, to give my sibling and I better opportunities, and this transition was a very happy time for my family. However, this change was not without hardships. Firstly, I had to adjust to just about everything from the way the classrooms were structured, to the type of semantics used to refer to things.
Hello, my name is Hazel, and the first day of high school was terrible. I could tell people thought of me differently and knew there was something different about me, and they weren't wrong. I do have depression. Most of the time I was silent and never talked until the teacher called on me. I was so shy and I didn't have much friends. Most of the time I felt helpless, alone, worthless and hopeless. I didn't really look forward to doing anything. At school and in public, people stare at me. Kids at school say stuff like,”Why is she so sad all the time?” and “She cries a lot.” also “She does it for attention!” Yeah, those words hurt. Obviously they don't think about it before they say it, but it does hurt my feelings. I usually
In 2012 my parents allowed me to spend a year in the United States, I stayed a full year, and it was the best experience of my life. I had a great family, they accepted me as one of them, and I never felt more part of something. It was a huge family, four kids and I would never be alone. In the middle of the exchange program my grandma found out she had lung cancer and my first instinct was go back to Brazil and stay with her, but I knew it wasn’t the right choice. I had to finish my studies. When she died 2 months later I thought I wouldn’t make it, but my American family helped me get through, they made my experience so amazing.