Power Ranger Research Paper

My story would have never begun if my parents had not made a huge decision in my life, almost 15 years ago. When they decided to move our family across the border, my future would be become unknown. The fate I had been destined to have was completely altered, now, I had the opportunity to change my life for the better, to strive for something bigger. My parents pushed me to be the best I could be, and to work as hard as possible to get what I wanted. As the daughter of two Mexican immigrants I grew up in a very cultural household, and being surrounded by Spanish at all times. The only negative being I had to learn English on my own, and which led to me having some difficulty when I first started school. Yet, growing up in a Spanish speaking

I’m an immigrant. I was born in Mexico and it was only until my parents decided to come to the United States that I am where I am. My mother tried to cross the border to come to the United States for the first time when I was still in her womb all by herself as my father was already in the Unites States working in order to provide for her in the way that he wasn’t able to do so by staying in Mexico. My mother was caught by immigration and was sent back. My mother was very disappointed because she knew that if she didn’t get me to the United States some way or another I wouldn’t get very far in life by staying in Mexico. My father returned back to Mexico when I was born and it wasn’t until I was 4 years old that they decided to try to cross the border once again. Although I was only 4 years old I remember the whole experience as if it was yesterday. The amount of fear of getting caught by immigration and having done everything for nothing was always in the back of my mind while going through the whole experience. Up to this day nothing has ever been as terrifying and nerve-wrecking as having to go through that whole experience especially for a 4 year old child but I will forever be grateful for the bravery and strength that my parents had to gather in

Welcome to the first week of Rangers Report, where I will take a look at some of the past performances by players in the past week, and do a quick little recap on how the past week has gone for the team.

My parents are my heroes, and they inspire me everyday. Migrating to the US a year before I was born, they traded a comfortable life in Vietnam to work long hours at low wages in America in order to give their children unimaginable opportunities. Growing up, I was not aware of the sacrifices my parents made, but knowledge of them now gives me all the reason to be forever grateful for them and everything they make possible. I can never fully repay my parents, but I can do them right by doing the best with all I have got.

Those who know me personally, know that I wouldn’t be where I am right now without my parents. In order to give me the best opportunities, both my parents, born and raised in Vietnam, made many sacrifices, one of which included moving to the states. Larissa Martinez, McKinney Boyd High School’s 2016 Valedictorian, words, “while parents metaphorically move mountains for their children, you (her mom) literally moved countries for my sister and me,” have left a mark on me and although my story may not be to her extent, I can certainly say that my parents did the same.

Park Rangers are known throughout their profession for a number of roles. One of those roles is providing tours to the visitors who come to the park. Many parks have guided tours where tour guides are in fact the park’s park rangers. These tours may focus on historical facts, natural setting factors and park visitation. During these tours, the park rangers will lecture and may show short films as well to give visitors a better overview of how the park works and information regarding the historical surroundings.

Perseverance is the ability to triumph over many trials of adversity. It allows for the ability to overcome these obstacles. This trait has been within every successful person, and no where more than in the hearts of immigrant children. The immigrant children of the world are the true inspirations and characters of perseverance for me. This is due to the fact that my initial experience in America was that of confusion and hardship. My story is one many immigrant children around the world know too well. They too have experienced spending a whole day traveling to a foreign country to live with family that they're too young to recall. Sleeping on a mattress on the floor with three other people because the small two bedroom apartment does not have

I owe the state that I am in now, to my ancestors who decided to migrate to the United States. Both of my parents are immigrants. My father is from Guatemala and my mother is from Nicaragua. All my life I have been closely related to my Guatemalan heritage because most of my father’s family is in Los Angeles with me. As a child I always bragged about being a Chapin, the nickname for Guatemalans. One story is always in the back of my head, the story of my mom fleeing Nicaragua.

My parents immigrated to the United States at a very young age. Having no higher education than elementary school, the only jobs they could find were working in the orchards. They would pick and thin apples during the summers, and prune trees during the cold winters. As soon as I was of working age, I would go out into the fields with them from early sunrise until the intense heat scorched our necks and faces. At a young age, I learned the harsh reality of what the daily life of an immigrant is. The long hours of hard work in the unforgiving heat of the sun; all for the low wages they were paid. These experiences in the orchard instilled in me a sense of drive to further my education and work hard to help families that were at a disadvantage as

These dreams became nothing more than unachievable thoughts on 2011 when tragedy struck without remorse. My dad, Elias Sanchez Garcia was taken into custody in August and talk about the possibility of deportation started swirling around. Sadly after 3 months of courts, 3 months of fear, and 3 months of hope he was taken back to his homeland of Monterrey, Mexico. Those months seemed like years without his presence here at home. When Christmas finally came around there were no presents, no joy, no family, just tears. The impact his absence took on us was unbearable to say the least. I

I grew up in a small town in the state of Michoacan, Mexico until a few weeks after my seventh birthday. In 2001, after six years since my father petitioned to have us come to the United States with him and finally he had received a letter from U.S. Citizenship and Immigration Services that his request had been approved. Being of that age, I was my mother’s companion everywhere, however, all I could grasp from those conversations was that we were going to the United States. I don 't think any of us knew what this meant or to what extent this would change our lives, not even my parents whom I thought knew it all.

While everyone considers their parents their “heroes”, it wasn’t until recently did I realize that that is not always the case. Growing up in a country where there are only two other people you can call family created a vacuum for a dysfunctional yet tight knit community, and often led to feelings of guilt, anguish, and even exhaustion. Taking on the role of an adult as a child is quite common, yet still affects everyone differently. I believe the pressure my mother put on me to be her voice created a feeling of guilt deep within me when I protested. A guilt that she used against me as a weapon for me to forget about my desires and to do what she needed me to do.

My life in the United States hasn’t always been so well. I watched how my parents struggle to progress in an alien country. I watched sweat along with some tears drip from their faces. I watched how they dedicated their entire lives working hard for us and

As a first-generation Mexican American, I am the product of two cultures merged into one. Like many immigrants, my parents left behind their homeland and came with just the clothes on their back. They were fish out of water when they first arrived in America. They came here with hopes of pursuing the American Dream but soon realized that they weren't going to be the ones to achieve the American Dream. They worked hard so that my younger brother and I could have a shot at it. So they’ve educated us and passed the Dream along to us. The hardships experienced by my parents have inspired me to take on my own challenges. Because of the sacrifices my parents made, I am where I am today. It's an unspoken responsibility that one day I will give back to those who gave me so much.

You've all heard of the stories, the legends, the [I]Myths[/I] pertaining to Earth's Mightiest Heroes, The Power Rangers, who were first seen in Angel Grove, California but have you ever wondered how they got started, how the idea was made, or who ever created them had a reason to create them? Of course not I mean why bring up the past when the past could be scarier than the present, hell it could be just as worst, just as destructive, and just as insane as the present; and it was. Zordon, the creator of the Angel Grove Power Rangers had a story he hasn't told, not to the first rangers, to the second, or to anyone else for that matter. No, the story he kept hidden was one he was all to ashamed of because the ending of that story wasn't a happy