Personal Narrative: Immigration To The United States

My family comes from a humble background. My grandmother started working at the age of 13, with small jobs in order to feed her siblings. My grandfather worked many hard labor jobs in order to provide for our family. With my grandfather’s hard work, he was able to bring my grandmother, my two uncles, my father, my mother, my brother and I into the U.S. My grandparents decided to migrate to the U.S because in Mexico, they had nothing. They had enough to eat but they were still struggling to come out of poverty. When my grandparents migrated into the U.S my grandfather would still work a blue collar job, until he fractured his spine and couldn't work anymore. Nevertheless, that did not stop him from working. He began selling in swap meets, selling

I came to US during my 8th grade and that was a life changing moment in my life. It was first time traveling aboard and that also not for a trip but for to permanent settlement. I was nervous my whole time been in the plane that how I will cope up with new environment and with bunch of English speakers. I got more. When it came pilot call for, that it's time to land on the Detroit Airport, tighten your seatbelts and be relax. As soon as the plane landed on American soil, I knew that this was the place where I’d to start a new life. Even though I knew America is the “Land of Opportunity”, everything here seemed so strange to me, the streets, the language and the people that was my first time traveling abroad.

I was always a precocious child, yet argumentative and rebellious. I did not want to accomplish anything following a pattern set for me. I wanted to forge my own way. This determination set me at odds with my mother, and has defined our relationship all these years. It has surely led me down my own irregular path in life, and placed me in position to be the family’s black sheep.

"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

My life in my perspective has been extraordinary. I have been fortunate enough to travel the United States and live in various parts as well. Each environment that I have been exposed to have differed from one another. The environments in which I was raised changes When my father received his orders. then my family and I have to move to another region of the United States. with these experiences, I have been well-rounded to accommodate to my new and unfamiliar surroundings. throughout my life, I've been privileged to see the world through my own eyes instead of reading about it end books and watching it on television. for example, Honolulu, Hawaii 2 people who have never been the entire island is a resort. but in all actuality the island experiences poverty. without me having to move every so often I wouldn't have known that but the experience of knowing that there are a big world out there very productive gains.

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.

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

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.

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

Home is where your heart is. For my mother and I our hearts were left with my beloved sister in Shiraz, Iran. We were departing our country and culture for my dad in America, who we had not seen for two years. However, this came with a miserable price. The U.S. immigration system is not so permissive in whom they allow to enter, with one of their determining factors being age. My sister, Azadeh, had become too “old” for her to be dependent on our parents. At that age, I was four and she was twenty-one with a caring heart like my mom’s. I loved her. I had not only fled my homeland but had left a piece of my heart in its soil. I had lost my big sister, and my mother had lost her

As the youngest among 5 siblings, I was born in Sierra Leone and migrated to the United States at the age of 7. Specifically, my parents first settled in Brooklyn, New York. During this period, my parents and I alternated between shelter homes and section 8 housing across Brooklyn and Manhattan. Because of constantly relocating, I attended various schools across the different boroughs. While I migrated here at a young age, my parents were above the age of 60. Since they are considered elderly, the government supports my parents with social security income (SSI), food stamps, and Medicaid; though, they never worked in the United States. After entering high school, my parents and I moved to Maryland. Similar to New York, my parents constantly

We started off with a bang. We started with me thinking of what to do how to do it and what were my ideas. Then, a little later we actually started it and not gonna lie, it was scary. I didn’t know that much about my family, yeah i've heard stories but they're stories. Later on we went home i didn’t tell my family anything just unsuspiciously getting all the information and I learned a lot yes. I learned about my names and why they're my names, I learned about my dad getting lost a lot, I learned about my mom moving here to america when she was 14 and how her life was before she moved and why she moved. I learned about my uncle going to jail for crossing the border illegally which is kinda funny. All those I learned but i couldn’t find anything

The struggles that me and my family went through while moving to the United States taught me a lot of moral lessons. I was born in India. The day I started my elementary school I was told that we were settling in U.S.A. after few years. In India I attended English Medium School and I worked hard to get decent grades in all subjects. There were lots of problems that happened during the process of moving to the United States. Soon the problems resolved and we finally were in the United States. Everything seemed so different and advanced for me. The language, custom, living style and rules were all incomparable to India. It was very difficult for me since everything was new and I didn’t know much. But I didn’t give up because I had struggled

I moved to United States an year ago since my family immigrated to US in 2013. Initially, I struggled to get adjusted to the new environment and culture. But within months, I adapted to the new environment, which boosted my confidence in myself that I can react positively to a change and make most out of it. In Texas, I live by myself as I attend South Plains College and work two part time jobs. I believe the decision I have taken to move to Texas, leaving my family in Missouri, helped me to be an independent and strong woman. I earned a Bachelor's degree in Chemistry, Math and Physics from the fourth ranked University in India. Furthermore, I was honored to work as a Student Director as well as the Script writer of my University Theater team

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.