Personal Narrative: My Immigration To Russia

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.

As I walked into the house, my parents were waiting for me in the living room. I did not know what was happening, but from the look in their eyes, I knew that was something wrong. My mother sat me down to tell me that my father had lost his business. The situation seemed so hectic; yet, the conversation felt like it lasted a lifetime. Finding out this news was detrimental to my family because my father had worked hard in America to build this business. I learned that my father had to give up his business and, as result my family had to start over, and find a new way to make a living.

Throughout last generation, immigration has been vital for my family- my mother is an immigrant, and so are my paternal grandparents. Being Mexican immigrants in a land that does not accept you is hard; I’ve seen the struggles firsthand. Like my grandparents, my mother did not have many opportunities once she entered the United States. She came seeking to start a career and make a name for herself, yet ended up being an assistant manager at Wal-Mart. Nonetheless, she has worked hard alongside my father to provide the best for my brother and I. But I know if she was a white American without a Mexican accent,

I came to the United States on October 1st 2009. As an eight-year-old, I didn’t realize the changes my life was about to go through. I would always dream of coming to the united states because of the amount of opportunities that I could have here, that I could never have in El Salvador. Although, I didn’t comprehend that would mean leaving my whole family and making such a huge change in my life. Growing up in El Salvador I got used to depending on my family and having their support no matter what. After I moved the changes were really hard for me: Not having my family around, learning a new language, and getting used to a new lifestyle; took me some time to get used to.

On 06/20/17, at 3:08pm, I Deputy Warden N. Christian was dispatched to 2645 Travis Road on a dog being held, no known owner. I arrived at the location and met with complainant. Complainant is a leasing agent for the above listed property. Complainant had the dog in the back of an abandoned apartment (fence in patio). The complainant took me to the location the dog was being held, I impounded the dog and placed a white terrier mix in my vehicle. The terrier had no identifying tags to indicate ownership. I transported the dog to Franklin County Animal Shelter (FCACC). Dog owner John Allen Jr redeemed the dog on 06/21/17. Mr. Allen did not show proof of dog license or vaccinate for his dog name Mabelline. I issued Mr. Allen violations

I as a peasant lived in a very small house with little money to spend, so it was very hard for me to do the right thing sometimes. Their was a man named Martin Luther and he was walking home one day, all of a sudden a huge storm came and a huge lighting bolt came right in front of his feet, so he said to god if you save me then I will become a monk, so he got saved. He said that there are only two ways to go to heaven, one is to believe in Jesus and two was to follow the rules of christianity. So as a peasant I thought these two things were quite easy to fulfill, But one day I was thinking about when I die would I go to heaven, hell or purgatory(waiting room) this was very terrifying to me because as a peasant I knew that I did not fulfill

It was the start of the 1900’s, and Canada was looking for people to immigrate there. There were posters posted in Europe; everywhere you went there were advertisements endorsing immigration to Canada. My parents one day came home and looked over it. It promoted that anyone who was willing to settle in the Prairies would be given 169 acres of land. They wanted people to immigrate to the western part of Canada because by populating the land, it would slim the opportunity for America to invade the Prairies. This sounded like a tremendous idea. My dad used to work at a factory, but unfortunately he just lost his job to a machine. This placed my family in an awful position. At that time I was about four years old. They had to provide for my two older brothers and I.

I spoke to Laura, my mom’s friend, over Skype on Wednesday. She moved to Caucuses a few years before the collapse of the soviet union. We discussed how life was like in the last years before the collapse of the Soviet Union.

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

We moved from Mexico to the U.S. when I was six. Moving to a new country meant starting from scratch. We slept in hotels for the first couple of weeks until mom was able to find a job. Being an immigrant who didn’t speak English made it extremely hard to find a job. She was hired to pick up strawberries for $7.50 an hour. With this wage, we weren’t able to afford a home, so we rented a room. The room was small so my brother, mom, and I shared a bed.

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.

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.

For years, I was told “you have so much talent, yet you don't parade it. You're so talented without being arrogant. You're truly a contradiction of your dysfunctional Russian family.” At first, this comment bordered as a compliment-only much later did I realize the original intent. In time, I became aware of the truth: I was the personification of a paradox but concurrently the product of my surroundings.

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

The first car we had when we moved to the United States was a car that was so cheap it was almost free. It wasn't the best looking car, it was an ugly gray scrap car that had little skulls for the lock buttons but it was extremely appreciated and eventually earned the name el negrito (literally translating to “the black”). A small duplex became our home for five years after moving from Mexico and eventually was the same as my old home, warm and comforting. I was born in a little city called Piedras Negras, Coahuila, Mexico right next to the border of Eagle Pass, Texas. My parents decided to move after discovering that my dad was born in the United States was to provide a better education and future for their children. My parents didn't look