Personal Narrative: When He Will Come To The United States

I’ve tried various phone numbers trying to get information about Roger’s Form G-884 submitted on February 17th. I was only able to reach an officer at the 1-800 number who suggested we either write another letter to the USCIS branch office, or appear in person. The local number I located for the branch office does not allow me to connect with anyone unless I have an extension

Change is always difficult, sometimes it takes tie for people to get used to new lives our too new environments but all is a part of growing up. When I first came here it was difficult, I had to learn a new language, make new friends, and adjust to a totally different life style. There millions of people that like me come here every day with the intention of making their dreams come true and to have new opportunities, and to have a better future. We emigrate to United States because we here see, the things we often lack in our home countries, like for me and I’m sure many Cubans we came here looking for freedom, freedom to express our feelings and our though without the are the fear of going to jail. Wiesel is an immigrant just like many of

Hi, I’m Anna Sophia Wager and I am from Germany. I immigrated to the United States in 1908. There was a big drought and my mother and father were very ill. I was helping my parents and my other family. One day, my father pulled me aside after school. I was a teacher at Berlin British School. He talked very softly. “Anna Sophia,” My father said, “Here is a ticket to Americana. Go and find Ben.” Ben was my older brother. My parents gave him a ticket to the United States. I looked at the ticket. It was a ticket that was golden brown. I gave my father a hug and ran to my room. I started packing, I didn’t know what was ahead of me. It was finally my third week on the crowded boat. When I look own the steerage door I see the dirty faces, hard lumpy beds, and chunky slimy soup.

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

Last week, I interviewed my father, Danny balint about his immigration story and how he his life was there. He told me about his journey to America arriving here in 1996, and his life in America when he came here was similar and different in many ways. I have learned a lot from interviewing him and that life was a lot different from our lives now. For instance one of his first job in Romania was setting up bowling pins earning 2.50$ every hour. Another thing I learned is that his baseball team earned second place in the country of Romania

Today our family has been publicly embarrassed. We were in the town market when four policemen got ahold of us, and beat us. I could see my grandfather restraining himself from fighting back because it would surely put them in the hospital, and when recovered, grandfather would be tried. This put us over the edge, and our family decided that enough was enough. Our whole family sat down for dinner, and we decided that it was time we emigrate to the United States. Chung is very patriotic and his dream was to join the Chinese army after school, so this decision was quite a blow to his future. We calmed him down and told him we would discuss this more, but Mu Lan and Shi Yang are almost 100 percent sure that we need to leave. I feel uneasy with

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

“Papa, no te vayas!” (Daddy, don’t go!) Those were the words that I said with tears streaming down my face every time my dad left our home in Mexico to return to California. I recall this fractured family existence, this inevitable sacrifice of separation in order to survive for seven long years, until my parents decided that it was time to reunite in the United States and finally become a stable family. While the United States was a new setting for my family, it was not a new place for me as it was my birth country. Yet, I remember feeling harassed and excluded, common emotions among immigrants to the U.S. and this new emotion created a fear I was unaccustomed to; I felt scared of this new lifestyle and of the limited possibilities.

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

This letter is to detail when I crossed the border into the United States. In 1999 I arrived to Tijuana, Mexico I do not remember the day or the month exactly. A lady came up wondering that if I was going to cross the United States, and I said yes, then she took me to a men. The man said to me that it could help me to cross into the United States, and I accepted. He took me to Tecate, Mexico where he had 10 more people, when we arrived to tecate, Mexico at 6 in the afternoon, We went up to the first 8 in a truck and we were driving us as 1 1/2 approximately. From there we went walking in the mountains, we walked about 5 hours, until we came to a river or canal of water there they already had a chamber of water used as a lifeguard. They told us that this water was a dirty water or black waters.

It’s been a year since my father passed away. Traditionally, my family will get together that day to mourn and recall the memory of my dad. When we cleaned his desk a few months ago, we found these old newspaper articles about dad and our family, refugee immigrants who were resettled in Kansas City area over than two decades ago.

My family comes from a humble background. My grandmother started working at the age of 13, with small jobs in order to feed her siblings. My grandfather worked many hard labor jobs in order to provide for our family. With my grandfather’s hard work, he was able to bring my grandmother, my two uncles, my father, my mother, my brother and I into the U.S. My grandparents decided to migrate to the U.S because in Mexico, they had nothing. They had enough to eat but they were still struggling to come out of poverty. When my grandparents migrated into the U.S my grandfather would still work a blue collar job, until he fractured his spine and couldn't work anymore. Nevertheless, that did not stop him from working. He began selling in swap meets, selling

The first memory that I have is of me and my brother when I was the age of 2. My brother and I were brought to the U.S by two strange men, who promised to protect us. Their definition of protection was locking me and my brother up in a small, pitch black room boarded up by wooden planks. We were locked for three days, until my parents were able to emigrate to the U.S. and join us. During those three days I felt lonely and lost, and although my brother was by my side I felt deep despair and sorrow. Those three days seemed like an eternity, we were not allowed to go out and were told to be quiet. Although, we felt abandoned, we had hope of seeing our parents one day. On the third day when our parents finally arrived we were let out. As I walked

This week my mission is to respond with only love and give as much love as I can. I also hope to make a new friend. I was proud of myself for cleaning my room and my desk as well as making an exam study timetable. I attended most of my classes this week despite hardships I faced this week. I hope to improve on attending all my classes next week as well as reaching to class on

In 1988, my father began his journey to America from El Salvador as an immigrant. He was coming with a group full of strangers at the age of 24. He was a young man determined to find a new and better opportunities for himself. His journey took nearly a month, but with dedication he arrived and accomplished his goal. It was difficult for him to adapt to America, not knowing any English and starting a new life,but he didn't give up. He believed that he could adapt to the American life.