Personal Narrative: My Trip To America

Ethiopia is a country that creates image of starving. In 1980, many countries of east Africa had drought, and political unrest so people displaced from their shelter to camping, In addition when people moves to other place from their village or town, due to civil war, it is hard to produce crops or grain for food. Therefore those all causes refuges who lives in camps specifically in Ethiopia in 1980. During that time Ethiopia asked aid for the United Nations so the united nation were showing to the world about Ethiopian famine so that it could get assistance from the world. European countries and America assisted to Ethiopia to receive food, medicine, and other material. While Ethiopian economic is growing fast in the world by 10.3 per year

An american story is a story revolving around his or her lifestyle, culture and everyday habits. This is about past experiences, accomplishments, and biggest downfalls. I will be discussing not only my biggest accomplishments, but also my biggest failures that I have occurred in life. What will my american story be? Keep reading to find out.

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

When I came to America for the first time, I was very rebellious, and I did not uphold the wisdom of making myself a better person. There I was, looking into the world having no idea what would be in store for me. But I always had a spirit for knowledge and curiosity.

I never had a favorite childhood memory,I never had a very imaginative mindset, all I remember is all the terrible things that has ever happened, may I ask this of you reader have you ever felt alone in a world that simply doesn't understand or why look or do things a certain way? I know I have, we live in a judgmental world we all judge people on how they look and act. Let me ask another question have you ever been put up on a pedestal and when you make mistakes people starts questioning why you didn't succeed or if you did why didn't you do things a certain way? Well enough of the questions, My family has always been the ostentatious gregarious type, they are like a diamond in a coal mine. My story begins around 2007 the year I came to America.

Stepping out of my first plane ride, I experience an epiphany of new culture, which seems to me as a whole new world. Buzzing around my ears are conversations in an unfamiliar language that intrigues me. It then struck me that after twenty hours of a seemingly perpetual plane ride that I finally arrived in The United States of America, a country full of new opportunities. It was this moment that I realized how diverse and big this world is. This is the story of my new life in America.

Growing up in Ghana, I had heard a lot of things about the U.S. This was a country I had always wanted to visit; my prayer was answered when I got the opportunity to travel there. Arriving in a new environment came with many experiences. Adjusting with food, language and the weather was not easy. With the passage of time, however I have been able to0 adjust and fit it. This write-up therefore is to elaborate on my experiences since coming to U.S.

The way the story begins is probably the same as others. Obviously you are born and raised somewhere. Well my story began in Worcester Massachusetts. I was born on January 15th, 1995, to wonderful parents who people might think is not your usual mix. My mother is from the Dominican Republic and my father is from Ecuador. Yes, I know, the weirdest mix ever but it brought me into this world, so I'm proud.

As you know, I am Ethiopian. I was born and raised in Addis Abeba, Ethiopia. I belong to the Ethiopian community not only in Ethiopia, but also here in America. Finding Ethiopian friends who share the same interest as me, understand their culture, practice their languages, and have interest in returning back to Ethiopia someday, has always been a struggle for me. Most of the Ethiopians who I meet are Americanized. When I was studying at NIU, I was blessed to have a small circle of Ethiopians who grew up there. Spending time with me made me feel secure, like I actually belonged. Lucky for me, I am also a part of the African community. There are 53 countries in Africa; however, there is an unbreakable bond that is seen amongst Africans around the world. We share the same identity and have the upmost love and respect for our continent and the people still living there.

“Times of transition are strenuous, but I love them. They are an opportunity to purge, rethink priorities, and be intentional about new habits. We can make our new normal any way we want”. -Kristin Armstrong. When I heard this quote it reminds me of a specific time in my life when I moved to another country. There are a couple of events that helped me become who I am now.

Studying in a foreign country is an interesting experience of an individual lifetime. One tends to learn a number of things relating to ways of life in a foreign land. Social, political and economic values and aspects are usually different from one region to another. Therefore, through studying abroad one is able to learn different issues about another society such as gender and sexuality issues, social class and race/ethnicity issues. Having come from a developing country studying in the U.S.A has been a great experience personally. This paper will attempt to provide a reflection of my personal experience on studying in the U.S by comparing the history of Angola and the U.S.

One of my favorite places to go was AAU (Addis Ababa university), where the main building used to be a palace of an old king. The rooms were HUGE, the bathrooms were HUGE, the closets were HUGE, everything was HUGE. The building had its own premium stamp collection from years ago, and they had their own section that lets you see how an average Ethiopian grows up, from a child, to teen, to an adult. They also have an area of traditional instrument(my favorite part), they set up the traditional coffee ceremony, and outside was the first automobile

up the phone and rang my Tom’s father to thank him, and for me and Tom

Not every journey of ones’ life has been always memorable. Sometimes the journey is life riskiest, especially if one has no choice. The journey of my life before I reached here in America was very memorable and as well as challenging. Before processing my papers, I was very excited at the same time I was nervous. But I was looking forward coming here in America and be with my husband. I remember when I was processing for my paperwork for my visa, medical, and interview in the United States Embassy in the Philippines. Those times were the most challenging part of my journey to America.