Personal Narrative: My Journey To The US

During this time, her father’s business, their only source of income, was taken from them by the government. When she sought a new life in the United States, she was able to pursue

John sat quietly thinking about the events from the day before. A lot had happened in the last couple hours. He wasn’t sure whether to stare at the wall in shock or go out celebrating. John had just been naturalized. He was a citizen of the United States of America. He never has to go back home. He had rights. He could out and say anything! He could practice his religion! He was American.

The year of 2014 late summer I came to America with dreams and hopes, expecting the better for me and my family. I have family that had came before me; however they weren't that respectful for someone that had been living in Mexico their whole life. I used to get put down by the way I looked, talked or how I acted. I recall that they would talk in english about me , and make fun of me , so I wouldn’t understand what they were saying. I have cousins that don't even appreciate all the sacrifices that one as a parent has to make , so they are able to give a better life for their kids. On the good side of the story I would always keep in mind how I came here? thanks to who?and why?. So I realize that I fitted in the Hispanic community by attending to Hispanic events, playing soccer, and cooking hispanic food.

Coming to America about six years ago and adapting to the new world proved to be a real challenge for me. Aside from the cultural shock, I had to adapt to the usage of a foreign language in almost everything, which in turn forced me to work harder in my studies than in the previous years. My parents sacrificed a lot for their family. They left their country, their own business, and their family behind so that my sisters and I could have a better future. I came to America when I was in the eighth grade. I did not speak English fluently or understood it very well. When I got the admission in middle school my counselor gave the course selection sheet. I did not even know what courses to pick because the courses were almost alien in nature, or

Vietnam in There is a small town in the Vietnamese countryside where many people grow rice for a living. Others have small barns to raise pigs, chickens, or ducks to sell it in the market places, so they could earn some money to support their families. In that small town, my family lived for many years. On one day in 2006, my family had “good” news. I wondered what it is. My mom told me, “We will move to America and live there.” From that moment on there were many emotions flowing through me. The new beginning for me was moving from Vietnam to America. The changes that I had to experience when I came to America would mean hard times for me. There were the language barriers that I had to overcome, the foods from home (Vietnam) that I couldn’t live without it, and the relationships with other people that I would miss.

The most difficult time of my life was when I had to leave my country after  having spent fourteen years living in India. As a kid growing up in India, the most significant event in my life was my grandparents deciding I would move to America right before I would start high school. Sadness fell on my face when my parents told me, as I never imagined going to America and leaving all of my friends. There are decisions that can unexpectedly change your life. Mine was coming to a new country and adapting to a foreign environment. After learning how to get through the last four years, I already have experienced a major life change, almost how it will be in college, being separated from friends and having to make new ones.

When I came to the United states, it was pretty hard trying to speak and understand english,because when someone was talking to me I did not understood a single word. It Frustrated me.It was also really hard to pronounce a word because some words does not sound the same way their written.I actually did not want it to read or write anything to learn i just want it to go back where I could understand a language.My mom spoke with me about how she felt when she first came to the US I realize that nothing is impossible.

He proposed that they emigrate to the United States for a better life. When they arrived to the U.S. she thought everything would change the abuse would stop and her father would be a new man. Unfortunately it was to much to hope for her father was still an alcoholic and her mother was terrified. Her sisters got married within three months that they arrived to U.S, but not her she wanted to get an education and become a successful lawyer. She decided she would go to school and work towards her dream. Although it was not the easiest thing to do she put herself through law school with money that she had saved from when her father was in the cartel. She was proud of herself she made it out of the cartel and made her dreams come true even with all the obstacles. One thing she did emphasize is that although she is now a successful lawyer her father still does not accept her or her career.

I never understood how I got to the United States. I decided to uncover my past and ask my parents,my father; Jae Cho at the age of 60, and my mother; Eunwoo Cho at 53. My parents met at a bar in Seoul during high school. From there they knew they had a special connection. After a year, my .father moved to tennessee because all of his friends were there. His days consisted of struggling in high school trying to learn english, and skating every other second he had. After years of agonizing training, he qualified for the 1984 winter olympics. After his skating career, he went to the University of Wisconsin. My mom was still in korea at the time, starting her acting career. She acted in indie films but eventually got recognition and was chosen

I remember when I first moved to America. I remember how scared I was to move to a whole new country and didn’t know a soul within 400 miles of me. Everything was brand new and I was basically a newborn child in this world at the age of 4. I remember how we met, we bonded over the sport of soccer. I remember how we became the best of friends, and how we would carpool to Pre-K together. Then, she had a game for her church. I remember it was freezing because it was early January. She scored a goal right before half time, and then was taken off for the rest of the game. I remember seeing her panting on the bench, then I saw her lie down the bench. I figured she was tired, but then I saw her convulsing on the bench. I didn’t even realize what

The battles of a young lady fitting into a new life, another world. An adventure meeting new companions, encountering another culture, and training. Blerina Aliu came to America from Kosovo. Just like Christopher Columbus, she came to a new world. Blerina Aliu, a student from James River High School, talks about her time in Kosovo. Kosovo is a state in Southeast Europe. In 2013, she moved to the U.S. with her family. “What was life in Kosovo?” “The food is cheap and wonderful. Everyone is friendly, and wherever individuals welcome you and ask how you are or attempt to help you in case you're a visitor.” “How was school life?” “I lived in a village where I farmed. My school was in another village, and my nation doesn’t have a school transport, so I

Imagine a happy place where everything was all right in the world. You have a loving family and loving friends whom you get you play with all day long until you get tired. Now, imagine that happy place being taken away from you, all in one day. That’s how I felt when I found out I was moving away from my family and friends. When I was young, I did not understand why I had to move away to a place that was completely foreign and unfamiliar. I can still remember the frustration and disbelief I felt when I was told I was moving from Philippines all they way across the world to the United States of America. I cried, I kicked, and I fussed hoping that would make a difference but it did not. It didn’t matter how I felt or whether I understood the reason, because I was moving either way. Moving from Philippines to America was a challenge for me because of the language, I had trouble fitting in and I struggled to make friends.

I recall the day I first came to United States of America. I was in New York airport, looking everywhere and felt like I was in a totally strange place, which was complete with strangers. All I could understand was people’s ' buzzing. At that time, I digested that I was finally in America, then my heart started to beat fast. Until December the 9th, 2015 I had never been that far away from my country, Rwanda. For ages, I grew up up being surrounded by people who used the same dialect or language as me. Overhead all, language barrier was the major concern. First a few days, I was like a breathing sculpture who could not hold a conversation for 1 min in English. It wasn’t just for my poor English but also because I didn’t have the confidence I

Moving to America, was a difficult transition for me. I had come to the realization that I wasn’t going to see my friends any time soon back in Iran and that was hard to overcome at a young age. I was alone as a child because my siblings are a lot older than me, and my parents’ had the challenge of starting over because they had left everything behind in Iran. However, that wasn’t going to get in the way of me succeeding in school. I have always been a fast learner, by the age of eight I had already learned four languages. Also, I was voted most improved by my classmate every year I was in Elementary School. This might not seem like a big achievement, but as a young student in a new country it was a huge motivation boost for me to improve every

Three years old my family immigrated to the United States. My mother had me clutch to her chest. Her thoughts were consumed of the future that would behold her kids. My mother hoped her children would have a finer life that she so deserved but wasn’t able to have.