The Importance Of Becoming An Immigrant

have you ever wonder how it is to be an immigrant? Traveling over the border to actually be free? To have better job opportunities, to let your children be able to receive the education. Tuesday, November 8. Karla Rodriguez, a senior high school. She’s a regular citizen. On election day, a day to choose our president. Karla was ready. She was ready to go through what was expected. Karla got dressed on a Tuesday morning, getting ready for school. As she left her room, she went downstairs for breakfast. As she stumble down the stairs, her brother’s son started crying. She went back upstairs to go check on the baby. After she was done with the baby, she went downstairs and heard yelling in the kitchen. She heard her abuela and mom fighting over

Every individual comes to a point in their lives during which they reach a tipping point between adolescence and adulthood. I happened to reach that tipping point when my mom told me the story of how our family got to America and to the position we are in now. Before I heard this story, I used to complain about small issues all the time, and take important things for granted, but after hearing the story, I am extremely thankful for how we are living and all that we have. I felt like a changed man due to my family's past and it gave me unbelievable amounts of determination to work hard and to become successful in the future, not only for myself, but also so that I could make sure my family would never be in that situation ever again.

My initial interest in naval service came from the death of my grandfather. I never truly understood his service to my country because I was too young comprehend, but as I learned of his heroic contributions, I got a burning desire to want to serve as well. My grandfather had fought in WWII as an anti-aircraft gunner in the Philippines alongside the US Navy. He just barely took down an enemy ZERO before it came in on a strafing run on his base. When I became aware of his military history I was astounded and my grandfather instantly became one of the greatest influences in my desire to serve. He stood out to me as someone with honor, duty, and loyalty and never backed down from a challenge. He loved his country and risked everything for it and

I am who I am today because of my parents, first my dad worked so hard in order to be able to pay to get our papers and be able to legally come into the country. The immigration process took more than 10 years. We were only able to see my dad once a year because he was here working and saving up to bring the family together. In July of 1998 just 3 months before I was born my sister Elena passed away before being able to come into the country, she waited for so long to reunite with my dad and it didn't happen she left before her dream came into reality. When my family was finally able to reunite we made the most of it we enjoyed every second with each other. When I entered school I was known for the Mexican girl who didn't know English however

On a random Thursday morning in the middle of October, I became an orphan. I have always been independent and mature from a young age, but all that changed on a crisp day in November when I learned what it means to grow up. Something typically marked by a Bat Mitzvah or the acquisition of a driver’s license was, for me, marked by the arrest of my single mother.

It was the 11th, the day that we arrived. My dad and my sister had already made it, and it was really late. My flight landed, and so had 16 others. We off of the flight, and headed straight for immigration. Last time we came, immigration took 5 minutes, but this time, it took 45! After the long immigration process, we went to the baggage belt, where we couldn’t find our bags. While we were walking to go and file a complaint, we found one of our bags off of the baggage belt. Others took our bags off of the belt, so we went around the belt to find the bags. After we found the bags, we headed out of the airport. It was 4 am, and as soon as we got home, we went to sleep. We got up at about nine and got ready to go to my aunt and uncle’s 25th anniversary

There was a loud bang on the door. I sat up right away along with the other 13 people in my room. A soldier dress in head to toe with his uniform along with a winter jacket. He threw five pieces of bread on the floor and told us to go to work before leaving. The bread only got split upon nine of us; I was one of those nine. I had noticed a young boy did not get a piece so I gave him mine. The boy looked at me with a blank stare and took the bread from my frangile bonny fingers. I stood up, buttoned my shirt and adjusted my shorts. Under that slats of wood I slept on, I hid a scarve that I stole from a dead woman. I pulled it out and tucked it in my shirt so no one would notice. As I stepped out the door frame I felt a chilling breeze up my

I always kept in my mind how my father worked day and night for little pay to provide for my family. Seeing both of my parents struggling as two young immigrants trying to provide a home for two kids was the fuel that kept me pushing forward. I am the oldest, so naturally responsibility was placed on my shoulders. I had to take care of my younger brother, while my parents worked. I also served as a translator for my mother who spoke very little English. My parents barely received education in high school, so I helped my mom and dad with most of the paperwork. I remember writing letters for immigration, employers, lawyers, and to the court for several family members.

This may be another “ immigrant essay” but I am an immigrant and I don’t have a talent or anything else that makes me stand out from the crowd other than that. When I was younger never thought about the chance of living a country like the United States. It never occurred to me that I would be able to live in a place I only saw in movies, in a place where trash wasn't laying around everywhere I went to, in a place where I didn't have to use public transportation, in a place without hundreds of stray dogs or in a place full of opportunities.

Leng had a difficult time while growing up. He struggled as a slave to his aunt and uncle as an orphan. The feeling of being unloved and unwanted made his life unbearable. But that never stopped him from being who he is today. He spent his whole childhood growing up in a refugee camp with his aunt and uncles. It wasn’t long until he was able to immigrant to the United States with his sister Houa, and her husband. He had hoped for a better life here, but only found it to be more difficult.

Ananda, who stands as a strong reason to arouse her self-respect and identity, deceived Nina. She too engages herself with the extramarital relationship. Nina who was in India before her marriage is much more different from Nina in Canada at the end of the novel, which can be considered as the impact of new culture. Nina becomes able to take decisions herself which is the reflection of her discovery of self-identity. She becomes free from the clutches of traditional norms.

Expat. Expatriate, from the Latin ex ("out of") and patria ("fatherland"). Someone living in a foreign land. Immigrant. From the Latin immigratum ("go into", "move in"). A person who comes to a country to take permanent residence.

For the past 18 years of my life I have watched people assiduously walk in and out of my life. Although People coming in and out of your life is a normal thing, There were four people whose departure impacted me the most. To be more specific, my father(s). I have witnessed my mom make several attempts to find the right man would impact both of our lives in a positive way. My mother has been married four times and the same trend continued to repeat, they all left. For a long time I was used to the fact that people coming and going, I would say that i became a realist at a very young age. As i've gotten older I was never able to understand why every single person left, I always thought their reason was me, the typical bratty spoiled kid with

Eating, drinking, walking, being, if you are an immigrant those are privileges not a right. If you live a mile south of an imaginary line you don’t have the rights to a proper education or a job that pays enough to live. If you are tan all year round you can’t eat at a pizza place without getting stares. If you can’t speak english, even though that’s not even the national language, you are an outcast, a menace, an alien. There are four, specific, boys out there that even though all these odds were stacked against them they succeeded. They prevailed even when they weren’t suppose to. Even when Uncle Sam said no.

I do not really know what brought about this outburst but as an immigrant of this country for many years, I am proud of the different cultures that has evolved from the day I first came here.