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Personal Narrative: A Trip To Ellis Island

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There are millions of people around us, the sound is so loud it’s almost unbearable. Everyone is waiting in line to board the SS Nevada, the ship that is going to take us all to Ellis island, the gateway to America. I can hear the chatters of excitement echoing about their freedom in America, but I’m having mixed feelings about leaving. I’m excited to go because I will receive my freedom and be reunited with my mother and father, but I’m also devastated that I have to leave you and the rest of Ireland behind. Tears escape my eyes just thinking about not being able to talk to you every day, but I promise I’ll write like this often once I reach America. My brothers and I are boarding the ship, and are being directed to the steerage …show more content…

I keep seeing people being dismissed from the ship because they are clear of any disease, and I think to myself how lucky they are. We have been sitting here for hours waiting and waiting to be checked, so we can be sent on our way. The health inspectors start walking over to the steerage and relief drifts over me. Finally the health inspectors are finished checking us, and we are being dismissed from the ship. My brothers and I are motioned by an officer in a uniform, to walk down the gangplank to the main building. We are inside the building now and the officers are passing out numbered identity tags that we are supposed to wear. The commotion is overwhelming, as people start to pour into the building. We just now got cleared from the Baggage Room and are now on our way to have our medical and legal inspections. As we are waiting in line on the winding stairs, I look up and see doctors observing us from the second floor. They are looking for anyone that appears to have any health issues, like trouble walking or …show more content…

The inspectors are accompanied by an interpreter so they can communicate with us. When my name is called out, the inspectors ask me twenty-nine simple questions like, where was I born, have I ever been convicted of a crime and so on. Now since we have completed our Legal inspections, my brothers and I continue walking and arrive at the top of another staircase. I notice there are three signs above labeling each aisle, the center aisle for Detainees, the left aisle for people traveling to New York or to the North, and the right aisle for people traveling to the south or west. At the end of the left aisle, we have come across a post office, a ticketing office for the railways, social workers to help anyone who needs assistance and an office to exchange our money from our home countries into United States

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