Blue Baby Memoir

My move from South Korea to the United States was to this day the hardest, most stressful event of my whole entire life. At the age of six, I gave up the comfort of my friends, culture, and home to move to a country halfway across the world. Korea was everything I knew and loved. Having never set foot outside of the country, all my dreams and aspirations were set in Korea. Although I was a fickle child and my goals changed constantly, they all were intertwined with Korea. I was going to become a pianist in Korea and teach piano to students. Another time, I decided I was going to become a math teacher at the school I was attending. My view of the world was limited, but I was happy in my familiar, safe place. My move to America changed my whole perspective.

I read the book, Gathering Blue, by Lois Lowry. The main character is Kira, who faces the adventures of life alone and using her threading powers. After her mother dies, The Council of Guardians doesn’t know what to do with Kira because she didn’t have a father. The Council decided to make Kira the community Weaver.

Living in the United States wasn’t any easier for my dad. Having no parents meant he had no permanent home. He lived with his sponsors that helped him come to the United States. My dad knew very little english and was enrolled into high school. There he and many Hmongs were discriminated by other students. After graduating High School my dad received his first job where he worked for minimum wage. Even though having a job my dad still had no permanent home. He moved in with his uncles that treated them poorly. My dad had to sleep in an attic that had a broken window in the harsh Minnesota winter. That night it was twenty below zero and my dad had three thick blankets on still struggling to stay warm. After thirty long years our family has came a long ways. Today we are fulfilling the American dream in the natural state of Arkansas.

When I moved to the United States from Colombia I experienced many difficulties like; language barrier, different customs, different beliefs, and different attitudes. The part that impeded me the most from accepting the new culture I moved on to was my family. Hearing my family over and over about how much they miss their land and how terrible of a place this could be messed with my head. I wanted to speak perfect English and do all the things young American girls seemed to do when I moved here. I wanted all the Bratz and Barbies all the American girls always seemed to have, but when I went home and heard everybody ranting about wishing they were back in Colombia, suddenly I wanted nothing to do with America and go back to my land too.

It is not easy being a young immigrant in a country where you have adapt to being away from your homeland. Where it was required to

I did not know anybody. The closest person that I knew was a six hour drive away, not even in the same state as me. The day that I moved to Texas was the day that I left my sense of security behind – everything I had ever known was taken from me, and having no say in this discouraged and frustrated me. Being part of an expat family accustomed me to moving, but this time it was different. The transition from living in Qatar to living in Texas physically and mentally exhausted me, but, with the right skills and resources, I was eventually able to overcome it.

Initially, I believe my parents suffered the most from this move because they no longer had the security of owning a home and their income had decreased substantially. They both had to work full-time to make ends meet. More importantly, all of our social connections with relatives and friends were gone.

The most difficult time i have faced was when I moved from Texas. I was born in San Antonio, Texas and I lived there for about 6 years. San Antonio was so much fun just because y enitre famly lived withing 10 minutes of each other. Then, we had to move to Midland, Texas, that move was not very hard just because i was so young so i was not ery attatched to things and people around me, besides my family. We lived in Midland for about 4 years after that and it was my favorite town. The people the energy of the people there was so awesome I loved it. Then one day we got the call that had to move again. We were already pretty far from our family and so to learn that we had to move even farther was devistating. So thats when we had to leave the state

Were there any struggles you encountered all throughout your immigration, anything, any difficulties, anything like that?

Transitions are never an easy thing to conquer. It is often hard and stressful to cope with changes to one’s surrounding, but in the cases in which one manages to conquer this obstacle, elevation of knowledge and experience are great results gained from this achievement. I originally came from Africa and recently moved to the United States to join my mother and my step father. This great change in the things I had become accustomed to in my daily life was not easy, furthermore taking into account the fact that I had never experienced a transition so little as shifting from one residence to another.

Moving far away from family and friends can be tough on a child at a young age. It has its pros and cons. One learns how to deal with moving away from the people they love and also learn how to deal with adjusting to new ways of life. Everything seems so different and at a young age one feels like they have just left the whole world behind them. That was an experience that changed my life as a person. It taught me how to deal with change and how to adjust. It developed me from a young boy into a mature young man.

My experience of moving to the USA included a couple of steps such as preparing, arriving, and adopting. Moving to America was one of the most thrilling and exciting experiences I have ever had in my life. It all started after I graduated from high school. I had always dreamed of going to abroad to study in a better school to be successful in life. My dad was leaving me hints here and there that he was going to send me America for school, but I was sure that it wasn’t going to happen because getting a student visa was tough back then. However, that summer when I saw that letter in my mail from the immigration department of USA for an interview, I was speechless.

On Thursday the 9th, I worked with a patient who is a 74 years old male, with general weakness. His admitting diagnosis was caused by the metastasis of prostate cancer to the bone. Talking to the patient was an amazing experience for me because we liked the same thing such as the NBA. He told me that he was a lawyer and that all of his children are grown up and successful. He does a wife, who I did not see during my rotation. But, it was easy to talk to communicate with him. I have always had social anxiety growing up. Talking to people had always been my weakness because I was always worried about how people would perceive me when I talked. However, now that I have grown up, I learned to look past my social anxiety. I learned that from shutting my brain off that caused me overthink, facilitated me to

John Crowe Ransom’s poem, “Blue Girls,” is one speaker’s attempt at trying to help a group of young school girls develop a more grown up view of themselves and the world around them. Ransom attempts to portray the reality of the actions and attitude of its targeted group, the blue girls, and attempts to enlighten them as to truth of the real world- namely that their teenage-hood and general life is actually a short experience and that in which no one can prolong any portion of it. By providing a depiction of a group of somewhat silly and irrational young girls, the speaker attempts to show these same girls the hard truth- they’re not so different from their elders whom they ridicule. This writer finds the identity of the speaker of the poem

When humans reflect on their lives they often categorize things by their location at the time of the event, grouping their college experience separately from their hometown high school experiences. This association with place causes us to view an unwanted movement as an attack on our personal way of living. I first experienced such an affront when I was in the first grade, my family and I moved to a small town about three hours away from San Angelo. My father wanted to be closer to his aunt and uncle so he seemingly forced me and to tag along for the experience. I didn’t want to move away from my grandparents or my friends, the thought alone would cause me to cry. I had to leave behind all my friends, my family I