Ran Uribe Research Paper

This is an incredible story about a young Mexican boy who went through so much to achieve something he never thought he would. The tragedy of his infant sister’s death and an economic crisis in 1970s made him take this life changing chance – to cross the border to the United States. His cousin used to tell him that he would spend all his life working in the fields, Quinones-Hinojosa was ready to accept his fate, he did not know English language, did not have working permit, what else could he expect? So he started working in the fields, picking fruits and vegetables, pulling weeds until his hands were bleeding, hands that perform brain surgeries today. He discovered that being a poor immigrant without an education in a foreign country will make people treat you differently. At this point in his life, he decided to prove to

I was borned in a small village call San Bartolome Quialana located in Southeastern Mexico. It is best known for its indigenous peoples and cultures. Here, in San Bartolome Quialana, women proudly cover their heads with multicolored chews and protect their satin dress with their gauze blouse and bib garments, each made with their own hands. The fabric is reserved for the women who also work in the fields. I mostly grew up with my mother Guadalupe,Smirna and Friedy. My brother being 14 years and my sister 12. In San Bartolome Quialana I grew up speaking an indigenous language call Zapoteco. I lived in a bigger house there but didn't have any warm water, nor a shower. Our kitchen didn't have a stove we made our own tortilla in a comal. My

One of the narratives explains how their father faced racism and mistreatment because of his lower social position, his race/ethnicity, and his limited English language proficiency. Another finding in the study saw that Mexican American parents have a view of “there are no borders for you”. The education in Mexico is limited, but in America the options are endless. Many narratives focused on escaping the working life. Parents would threaten their children by saying if they didn’t pursue an education they would end up like them. On the other hand, some parents showed resistance when it came to education because if their child had a greater education that would mean a loss of respect for the parent. Moreover, sometimes children were on their own. With parents working long hours, children had to become responsible for their education so every “A” they earned was all because of hard work. Many parents feared moving out of their set class. They had a set social status to serve people and do the jobs that no one wanted; not even a college degree can change that. These narratives show a side of the Mexican American story that people don’t really see. Parents influence us in every way through their own experiences and the life lessons they teach

It was July 25th, 2003 when the first Ciudadana was born, seven pounds three ounces at 3:28 pm. I was the joy of my parent’s, brother, tias, tios , and primos ( aunt’s, uncle’s, and couisins. I was the one that had a chance, first generation. My parents describe it as an emotional experience. I was my Father’s first child and my moms only girl. It was in that room where history was made for the Mora Hernandez Morales Martinez family. The hardest part is that none of my grandmothers were there to see me growing up, they were at “home”

Luis Flores Romero was just eight years old when he embarked on a journey that would change his life for the better. He was born in Mexico with his family. His family consisted of his sister who had dark hair and was tan, as well as the father who had a mustache no one would question and the mother who looked like the daughter. When Luis’s family decided to go on this journey the emotions of the father and mother became weary, due to the fact that the town where they had lived all their life would soon be gone as well as other family and friends who would be remembered. But they knew it was worth it because they heard of a better life so they continued.

It all started when my grandpa, Manuel Marquez was 17 years old, he met my grandma and they started dating, he worked in the crops, picking up many fruits and vegetables, after that job he worked at a Super market similar to HEB. They lived in a small town in Mexico near Chihuahua. He stopped going to school in high school to work every day and help his parents out with bills. My grandparents soon got married and, they moved down here to Odessa, Texas.

My family and I left Mexico before I could even form the words “permanently residing.” After that, my life became a story of disconnection. My childhood was built upon the forceful disconnection of my cultural roots from my life that began with the ripping of the Spanish language from my tongue.

I was born on Friday, January 4, 2002 to Mr. and Mrs. Reynaldo Sepulveda. The first born child of an anchor baby and an immigrant. My parents lived in Monterrey, Mexico for nine months after marriage. I was conceived there. My life would’ve been different if I was born and raised there. When I was about two, I was showing autistic symptoms. My mom was pregnant at the time and if I was diagnosed with autism, I would be sympathetic if she was raising two newborns: A week old girl and a three year old boy. By the time I was in Pre-K, the symptoms were starting to fade

One Saturday morning, I sat in a compact examination room of the Haven Free Clinic nearby Yale’s sprawling campus volunteering my services as a nutrition counselor. Jorge, my patient, was in his early fifties and a new immigrant from Latin America. Like many of my patients, he suffered from hypertension and weight issues His taciturn disposition belied the flux and uncertainty that many of my patients faced as new immigrants from Latin America. As a first generation American born to Ghanaian parents, I probed on how my experiences could help me make sense of Jorge’s life. I noticed that Jorge had a Pumas keychain from the Mexican soccer league. Upon asking him how the team was doing, his face lit up as he told me their stats and his soccer

I was born and raised in Jerez de Garcia Salinas, Zacatecas Mexico in 1996. I acknowledged the fact that both my parents had been able to attend college and worked as professionals because not many of my childhood friends were able to say the same about their parents. My mother had studied biology to become the well-known Bio-pharmaceutical chemist she still is, and my father had studied medicine for a long period of time to become a medical doctor. I felt truly blessed for both my parents, and I felt like my family had come a long way considering how my maternal grandmother was nearly seventy years old and had never learned how to read, write, or even count numbers to ten. However, I learned that life tends to happen and it does so in curious ways. My father currently works at a print-screen factory thanks my uncle, one of his nine siblings. My father has been in the US for as long as my younger brother, Erik, has lived for which is now 12 years. Our parents are still married, yet no longer together.

My parents were both born in Central America. They came to the United States “por tierra” which literally translates to “through land.” This means they did not have the luxury to sit on a plane and were considered aliens as soon as they stepped foot on American soil. In the U.S., they met through mutual friends, hit it off and I was born a year later. December 16, 1996 was the exact day I became my father’s first-born child and my mom’s second baby girl. My mom’s first daughter was born and bred in El Salvador so I didn’t know much about her growing up. About five years later, my younger twin sisters were born in the Fairfax hospital. That’s when we realized our apartment in Colonial Village was too small for all of us. So we packed our things and moved to Manassas Park, this is where I started and finished school. I’ve lived in

Ursa Major, translated from Latin means "Larger bear/Great Bear". This constellation contains the group of stars commonly known as the Big Dipper, although apparently many people to this day confuse the Big Dipper as a constellation itself however it is but an asterism, a distinctive group of stars.

For this assignment, I chose to perform my interview on my roommate’s boyfriend; Jose Sandoval. I have been friends with him for about one year, the time that he has been dating my roommate. I have to say that we get along very well, he often comes to hang out at our apartment and we have shared some good times; the three of us together. To be honest, I thought I knew him pretty well up to this point. Well, I was wrong. After completing the interview, I was able to learn so many new things about his background, which I will happily share now for this assignment. This paper will transcribe his life story with three major areas of focus. My first focus will revolve around his life before moving to the United States. Secondly, I will describe his immigration process and lastly, the paper will also touch on how his life progressed once living in the United States.

My oldest brother, Ricardo, has undeniably been the greatest influence in my life. My parents, Ricardo Sr. and Noemi, immigrated from Mexico in search of a better future for our family. Because of this search, my twin brother, Rene, and I stayed in Mexico until they had the means to bring us to them. However, the move did not go as smoothly as everyone would have wished for. For so long, Rene and I never knew we had family aside from our maternal grandparents. Since we were only about three, so unaccustomed, and scared of our new environment and family, we inevitably shut down, until Rica(Ricardo’s nickname) brought us out of our shells.

There were many circumstances of migration throughout Enrique’s story, however, the most imperative one was when his mother Lourdes relocated to the states. Therefore, causing a separation that had a big impact on him. According to Falicov (2016), many immigrants similar to Lourdes belong to the trigenerational systems of care. Based on this system of care, mothers are able to care for their children through remittance and other forms of care (Falicov, 2016). Nevertheless, the mother’s absence can at times cause the family to experience negative transnational triangles which require families to seek clinical interventions after reunifying (Falicov, 2016). Spanning from a young age, Enrique had built a wall of isolation, anger and feeling of depression that stemmed from feeling as if his mother abandoned him. The money she sent the family for his care was inadequate in replacing her