Personal Narrative: Intimidating Immigration

Welcome. A single word on the carpet by the door greets me whenever I come home. There had been times where that one word made my heart beat and cry with joy. But not now, for many things changed through the years. Now when I look at this carpet, I instead question back: ‘Do you really mean that?’

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.

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.

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

To begin with, until this day I can still feel what it felt like to come in as the new foreign kid. I felt my heart racing and the my cheeks turning red because I sat in a classroom and I knew the only language I knew was spanish. I felt like such an outcast because I knew I was different, and I knew I would have to work twice as hard as the other kids. I had to prove to my parents, my peers, and my teachers that I could pull through it

It was late 1960’s and it was a huge deal for someone to leave their whole life , to abandon the house the individual lived in for so long. It’s just like starting your life all over again at a new place, in a new house, with new friends, with another language. It’s not easy to do that but sometimes that is required to do if you want to guarantee your family to have a better future. This is personal story of a person , but their name is going to stay confidential. Like I said it was the 1960’s and all everyone was talking about was how great America is. Many people immigrated from Bulgaria at that time so it wasn’t anything new. The individual came to US because they wanted to find new opportunities for a better life.

I was born and raised in Tijuana, Mexico. But when I was eight years old, my life transformed completely. I was no longer the smart little girl sitting in front of the class, but the English learner in the back of the classroom. My transition to the United States was not easy. For the first months, I have no friends, no one to sit with at lunch, and most importantly no idea what was going on in class. Even though I had years to learn the language, reaching that goal seem unreachable. However, I slowly improved and each year I had new accomplishments. Even though I have now spent more than half of my life in this country, I will never forget those days in the beginning. The confusion I brought along everywhere I went as I was introduced to a

Five years ago, when I first came to the United States, I was really worried about my future. This large country was brand new to me since I realized my English could not catch up with the language that the natives were using. Little did I know about the American culture and lifestyle. Therefore, thinking of getting to school or going to the supermarket made me shiver every time. My illusion on the new life in the U.S was totally vanished, I got pulled down by reality. I remembered those days, when I had to stay up until midnight to translate math word problems or to stand and stare at the teachers for a long period of time because I did not understand the instructions or their questions. It was a nightmare to me when I thought about going to

I woke up to the ominous voice of the telephone screaming. My dad yelled from upstairs “Go answer the phone.”

I believe in the right to immigrate. Immigration is a very big aspect in a lot of people lives. 321.4 million people in the United States are immigrants according to American Community Survey (ACS) data in 2015. I have never immigrated myself since I was born here in the United States but the rest of my family has. So when trump had the immigration ban I felt that he attacked so many people.

If i could fight against something I will be fighting against immigration.Technically I can fight because people are already doing it but us latinos cannot change that.I want that rule to change because latinos are coming over to the united states to get a better job and a better future for their kids because places like in Mexico,El Salvador,Honduras,Guatemala etc...it's really hard to make money and to even stay alive.It's sad seeing my people getting deported back to their countries and trying to come over here again.Over the past years it has been harder to come to the united states because of the new technology.My parents came to this country to get a better life and for me to get a better future.It wasn't easy because it took them a total

The type of service learning that I am participating in is direct service, the model for my service is the placement model, and the term for my service learning is short term. The issue of society that is being addressed is the problem with deportation. Deportation is just separating families and changing a person’s whole life around. Many immigrants in the United States are being impacted by this service. Many immigrants don’t like the idea of the new president deporting many of them because that means that their life will change horribly. These people came to the United States in search for a better life, but they are being deported so their better life is over.

I remember getting off the plane , excited to see my mom again, even if i was away for only one short month , grabbed my things and walked hoping to see her long black hair and freckled face, but minutes passed and i couldn’t find her. I sat down and moments later i heard my name through the speaker of the airport, i walk toward a police officer and there was a woman and her husband, who apparently called my name. They explained my mom couldn’t make it on time and i would have to spend the night with them.

"I will be at the end of your lashing, should you continue to obstruct your stately behavior in this manner," Grey teased." Again." he prodded, pushing his left hip into mine to throw my balance.

I can’t stand the ocean. There are so many colossal waves that make the boat seem like a tiny canoe from Venice. I hate being crammed with a lot of people in tight spaces, especially when I don’t know anyone on the boat. I had to leave all of my family behind in Italy because of the recession that started with economic issues between Italy and America. I only know English because I was lucky enough to be one of the boys in my school who could afford the class at the time. The course was very expensive. To learn, it was almost 5 euros. When I started, I didn’t know I would need to learn English for a journey to America, but here I am, on a boat, in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean. My father and my brother are my only family and I had to leave