Why I Don 't Bring The Money Tomorrow

Born in NYU Downtown Hospital on January 4th, 2001, I was raised in Thailand, where my grandparents resigned. Going back into history, my mom came to the United States, right after she completed college in Thailand, to continue her additional study in the English language. Eight months after I was born, my parents decided to send me back to Thailand, which was where I was raised up as aforementioned. There, I absorbed many Thai cultures and philosophy, and I really appreciate being there with my grandparents and most of the family members. When another eight years passed by, I had the opportunity to come to the city of New York once more, where I enrolled third grade in Queens. By the time I reached seventh grade, I began to have a deeper understanding about the hopes and

A girl, long black hair falling like curtains around her face, sat in her college classes with no friends, nearly invisible, this was me on my first day of college in the United States. Growing up as a little village girl, ironing my school dresses before sunrise each morning, combing my hair, packing my lunch, completing my homework with precision after school each day, and then helping my grandmother in the evenings, made up my childhood routine. I spent my childhood being raised by and living with my grandparents in a village in India. These were some of the best days of my life. Our relationship provided me with a unique gift to learn about their life experiences and wisdom. I loved being my grandfather’s grocery shopping companion and my grandmother always told the best bedtime stories that were oral traditions passed down for generations.

I felt confused, as if my life was a lie and was stripped off me. I started my new life in Canada, where I didn’t know how to speak English and struggled to communicate, and both my parents couldn’t help my transition to learn English. I had difficulty adjusting to Canadian culture and didn’t have the resources at the time, especially in my classroom and neighbourhood. In class, I couldn’t communicate with teachers or friends, always feeling lost and excluded. Fortunately, teachers helped me participate in afterschool activities, clubs and sports to try to immerse myself into my new lifestyle. Around my community, Ray-Cam, support staff and mentors tried their best to incorporate activities and different cultures for me to adapt to. Realizing people's’ efforts to support me, I strived to learn the new language and understand Canadian culture. I initiated and struggled through many conversations with peers and tried to understand new Canadian culture concepts by participate in programs and activities that would benefit my learning. Grasping ideas of Canadian society and my community, I came to feel accepted and a part of a new home. As I grew older, I was able to finally understood my parents difficult decision of sending me to Vietnam. During my stay in Vietnam, my parents couldn’t afford to raise me at the time and had to work longer hours to get enough money. When I turned the eligible age to work, I got a job

the biggest struggle for Americans these days seems to stem from poverty, drugs, broken homes, rasicism/discrimination and so on. how lucky i am that i was raised in a loving, upper-middle class familyi’ve never had many friends. throughout elementary school, i’d spend every recess on the swingset because i didn’t want teachers seeing me wander alone and then make others kids play with me. their pity made me more uncomfortable than being alone. as time went on, things seemed to only get worse. middle school was horrible. i would come home everyday and just try not to cry. i’d never felt so alone in my life.

In 2004, my family emigrated to America from Pakistan. Our lives in Pakistan were better than most. We lived in a huge condo and my father owned a plant nursery which earned him enough money to support us. However, my parents wanted their kids to have a better future and become something great one day. This wasn’t really possible in Pakistan; the education system wasn’t great and it wasn’t safe either. Because of this, we emigrated to America so my siblings and I could achieve the American dream through proper education. Little did I know that my life would drastically change.

My young mind came to realize my only hope of overcoming poverty was by attending university, getting a good job and thus finally being free from poverty. However, just because a person understands they have a problem doesn’t mean it is easy to overcome. Having realized poverty is the Everest I had to climb helped me realize: poverty would either make me or break me. I knew deep in my heart that everything was possible, but there were days I felt utterly discouraged because of this massive obstacle in my way. For example, there were days my hungry stomach would rather have me focus on food rather than academics. Thus, I had days where I felt like maybe I was pushing myself too hard, and maybe I was setting myself up for defeat.

Since the beginning of mankind, humans have worked together in order to create a more advanced and enjoyable world for all of mankind. In Alison Gopnik’s article, “Brains, Schools and a Vicious Cycle of Poverty,” she discusses an important problem that has endured throughout many generations. She explained that in our society, children continue to be trapped in a cycle of poverty, because the harmful effects caused by being raised in the lower-income can determine a person's ability to learn. It is evident in our society, that in order for a person to become successful, it is crucial that they grow up in an environment where they experience beneficial learning opportunities that allow them to focus on education. Gopnik efficiently conveys that ending the vicious cycle of poverty is extremely crucial for our society's prosperity, by using scientific evidence to support her notion, and also by explaining how the development of children’s brains has a significant effect on their ability to succeed.

Early in life, I realized that education often determines one's destiny. Being born and raised away from city with a remote and long isolated community, exposed me to the challenges of facing poverty coupled with squandered opportunities for education, health, and happiness. Though struggled to meet days end , my father insisted me along with my three siblings receive education to break this notion. He inculcated in us the compulsion to strive, the talent to prosper and the ability to overcome failure are strongly inherited. Even though confronted the stigma of social status, my parents relinquished us with every possible comfort in the defiance of material paucity........I fear I never noticed those tears melted away with water dropping

I am a 17 year old teenager born and brought up in India up to the age of 6, who never imagined that his destiny will bring him to the United States. If it wasn’t for my father, I’ll still be going to school in India without ever knowing that this other half of the world even existed. Luckily, my dad decided to take the initiative to come to the United States so that my family and I all could have a brighter future ahead of us which wouldn’t have been possible in India due to tough circumstances that were facing. For example, from having to pay tuition every month, for having electricity on about 2 or 3 hours straight was the struggle that my family and I faced on a daily basis. This is why I am blessed that I came into a new world that is filled with the love, kindness, and opportunity. In a way, the world is the same for everyone but it’s our own individual choices what separates us from one another. The opportunity for a better life led my dad to come to California which gave the affect to make my life what it is now and I wouldn’t give that up for anything else.

Imagine a boy that has been teased mercilessly by his peers throughout his schooling because of his clothes and his free and reduced lunch status. He is constantly under pressure from peers to have the newest and niftiest gadgets; nevertheless, his mother cannot afford to provide food and permanent housing, much less, these extra luxuries. Therefore, he has to comprise with what his mother can afford. She tries to provide for her children and wants to offer them the world. Nonetheless, due to her economic situation, she cannot provide her for children adequately; they are forced to ask for aid from the government, close family, and friends. This situation brings light to the turmoil that socioeconomics brings upon children and that they need to endure to survive in this society. When it comes to socioeconomics, children are the utmost affected. Socioeconomics has long term effects, prevalently distresses children in school and in development. Through my friend’s experience that he has shared with me, it has allowed me to notice the harrowing effects that socioeconomics has on children.

Despite the hindrance that individuals face throughout these centuries, we always seem to be able to focus on that we can do anything. Which is why it is important to set this mindset into children. In a time like today so many issues conform groups like those is poverty and minorities into thinking that life can never amount to anything for them. However, based off of the theory of Pico, we can be anything we want if we put in the initiative to become that. If you work tirelessly, you will benefit but if you do nothing at all you will amount to nothing. One will always reap what they sow. It’s important to tell children this so they are able to overlook the social stereotypes the world confines them to. Many believe that children who come from a poverty stricken family will not amount to much then more than a low class job. Escaping one’s given class is hard to achieve in the eyes on society. But like the Great Chain of being one can find the new cure for cancer and could be viewed as the equivalence of a God or become a drug dealer, end up in jail and fulfill the life of a brute; lifeless in a

My journey began from Hlamphei to United States. I lived in Hlamphei for ten year and life is so difficult and hard because their is no job to get money. Their is no bathroom and fire to use for cooking also their is not renting house, the house where we lived was so dirty and there is no light. I never went to school because it cost too much to pay and we need uniform so instead of that I just help my parents. We planted crops but it is very hard to take care of because from my house it is so far and we need to walk long distance because we always need to pour water and get some of crop to cook. Also we have farm and I feel so sad for my parents because they use cows to farm and it was so muddy. We clean dishes and wash clothes at river because their is

I was born and raised in a warm and sunny city in southern China. When I was ten-years-old, my mother decided to move to New York. I was excited to visit her until I learned soon after my arrival that I was to stay permanently. My life as I had known it changed forever the day I landed at JFK airport. Even now, whenever I close my eyes, I can still clearly see my first day of school in America. The walk to school was freezing cold, I was slipping on every other step I took on this freshly fallen snow that I was unfamiliar with. At school a teacher led me into to a brightly lit room. I didn’t resist, though I felt like I should be afraid. A dozen of eyes peered up at me and I had never felt more like an animal at a zoo. My classmates all came up and tried to talk to me, but the extent of my vocabulary back then didn’t extend

It was on March 19, 2000, when my father with his small family moved from a hamlet to Ibb city in the middle of Yemen starting his new life from nothing with little kids and a faithful woman away from their families. As my father fought for better living and better education for us, my mother also sacrificed her own academic future to raise her children and protect them from the failure in their life. Because we were living in a humble rental apartment, friends of my father had encouraged him to cut down education expenses to his children and build his own house. “Building minds is better than building palaces” were the words that my father enunciated to his friends after I strived for excellent marks and obtained the eighth rank throughout the country back in high school. It was a wonderful moment when I made my parents proud of me where every moment in my life, whether it is desirable or not, has a great impact on shaping my future.

parents’ will to let not their children in school, they would willingly be happy to let them home without education. The challenge is that apart from poverty, which force them to trick teachers with claims to let their children out of school, they do not see the value of education. The high cost of education, poverty, and lack of employment after graduation force parents to make claims and decisions about the fate of education for their children. This view of education make me to insist what I stated previously in this dissertation a holistic mode of educating children and make it compelling to children and parents beyond education completion. This lack of motive and value to education among parents make me think is the reason for parents in rural areas reluctant to demand a better education for their children. I realized there is a problem, but they see it as normal part of life. It reminded me what I saw, when I was on my way from Musoma to Serengeti. I saw students from one of the schools carrying heavy loads of white bags on their heads in groups walking to school. It was class time. Each morning where I stayed I could see children with buckets of water on their heads, fire woods, hoes, cups and plates rushing to school in the morning. When I asked about buckets of water, they told me students need to bring water to school for their porridge. I spontaneously reacted without saying