Statement Of Purpose: Migration To The US

Cousin, I am sure you are aware of my family’s travels to the great country America. We, as a family, decided to travel to America because of the fact that we were persecuted for our religious practices. Our journey first started out by us boarding a train and heading to sea. Once at sea, we then boarded a huge, crowded ship. Due to the fact that we had little money, our family stayed in the steerage. “Steerage was a large, open space at the bottom of the ship.” (“Welcome to Immigration”). Our journey in the crowded ship across the Atlantic Ocean took two long weeks. I had very few friends on the ship for the reason of the ship having a huge variety of people. It seemed as if everyone spoke a different language from one another. We then finally see the infamous Statue of Liberty. Many people on the ship began crying, hugging, and throwing their hats in the air. I asked father why they act such this way and he explained they did it because they were so excited to finally be in America.

Intro: Refugees face a far worse life than most people can imagine, and there is no easy way out for them. They first must get out of whatever dangerous place they are in, then travel long distances with almost no resources, and even if they do make it safely to the USA there is a chance they will be sent back or even put in jail. The refugee experience is defined by risks and belonging.

For someone whose first language is not English, a political refugee, and who grew up in a refugee camp for most of his life, I have been privileged to be allowed to come to the U.S. the most developed country in the world. I now have the opportunity to reclaim my identity, earn a decent living and pursue my dream of becoming an engineer. In 1991, when I was four and half years old and living in Bhutan, my family and I became victims of the government’s ethnic cleansing policy. Our political and economic identities were confiscated and we were forced into exile for the next 21 years.

As a passionate student, I have always had an enthusiastic and resilient approach to learning and a desire to broaden my knowledge across many disciplines. As a responsible individual, I have always been driven to forge my own path. I’m aware of what bolsters my spirit and what hinders it. I know that my opportunities for growth are amplified when I have access to the most challenging material and when I’m surrounded by the most productive people. I have noticed that collectivist cultures value shared points of view and discourage or reject highly individual behavior and opinions. I moved to the United States on my own at age 21. I knew there would be a long obstacle-ridden road ahead. For six years I have been working on my immigration status while raising my kid. Being a single mother is a course of domestic engineering (starting from changing the light bulb in the kitchen to making and managing time and money), especially when there is no family and old friends around who help when things get a little rocky. There are moments in my life when I’m faced with

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

The first day in the United States is one of the best day and most thrilling days in my life. My father and my older sister move to Malaysia to get a job and support our family due to financial difficulty and lack of job opportunity in Burma. After a few years, my father and my sister were able to enter as immigrant and they were sent to the United States as immigrants through United Nation. After being apart with my father and my sister for more than a decade, my parents decide to move completely to America where more opportunities are available for a brighter future. My family faces many obstacles during the process of migrating to America. Despite all the struggle that are on our way, my family finally arrives in the United States and face major changes in life.

Originally from Haiti, but I’ve been living in the U.S. since three years old. I love to learn about new places, people and cultures. I’m the oldest of seven. I’m very down to earth. I volunteer my time for anything that has to do with help people. I know what I want! I love kids can’t wait to finish up my degree and start work with preschool. I want to start travel one day. I like to be

My parents both came to this country at a very young age. My father was 16 when he first moved to the U.S. and my mother years later moved when she was 19. I am a child of immigrants and it was hard growing up. I consider myself a Mexican American or Chicana. I grew up in the suburbs of Los Angeles and later moved to Las Vegas. As I asked my father what he had to deal when he first moved he said “people would discriminate me just because I couldn’t speak well English and because of my brown skin”. “I was only 16 and wanted to live the American dream, but it was more like hell in America”. A lot of people are discriminated every day just because they aren’t Caucasian/white Americans, but they’re still American they live here and have a living here.

United States is the most diverse country in the world. The US takes about 70000 refugees a year from all over the world, and I was one of the many refugees that were living in place that was isolated place in Ethiopia. When I first knew that I am going to US, I was enchanted that I am going to have a prosperous future. I was also happy that I am going to have all the freedom that any human being wants to have. Additionally, I was delighted that I am going to meet my family after so many years of separation. Migrating to US is the best thing that ever happen to me at least for the first couple of years, however, my expectations were diminished when I experienced life is not easy or apparent like I expected it to be.

I 've faced many challenges because I am undocumented, my parents and I immigrated to the U.S when I was eight months old. When I was nine my parents told me I was illegal, they told me that we had crossed the border illegally and that we would get deported if the government found us. They also explained to me that being illegal meant I wouldn 't have the same opportunities but it wasn’t an excuse not try. If anything it meant I had to work twice as hard because they believe I could achieve anything with hard work. We believed that even if I was undocumented my good grades would make me an exception and every night we prayed I would receive scholarships. Since that day, if classmates or friends asked me where I was born I would say

There is an ancient African adage that states “If you wish to move mountains tomorrow, you must start by lifting stones today”. As a first generation immigrant to the United States and reminiscent of countless other immigrants who have come before me, moving to a new country literally means starting your life all over again from scratch, but symbolically it signifies a rebirth of oneself and a chance to metamorphose into whatever new creature you aspire to be. Some of the challenges I faced included culture shock, language barriers, financial barriers, but the utmost significant one was the education barrier. I quickly realized that if I could bridge the education gap I would be able to overcome all the other barriers. For myself, having an education epitomized my assimilation into my new life by enabling me to chase my dreams and realize my unique American dream.

I was born in Iran (or Persia), and lived there until I finished first grade. Around that time my dad was already a western medicine doctor, but he decided to attain a PHD in Chinese Medicine by enrolling in a program at “ Beijing University of Chinese Medicine”. Thus, before I attended second grade, my family and I, sold everything we had in Iran, in order to begin a new chapter of life in Beijing, China.

I am the oldest child of three and a first generation American in my family. My father moved here at the age of twelve from Pakistan because of the American Dream that many people worldwide would immigrate for. Ever since 9/11 happened, my family was afraid of sending me to a traditional public

As a member of Jewish family, I grow up with Muslim and Christian friends in Hatay, Turkey. Back then, it was an unusual situation for country like Turkey, maybe still is. However, I never felt left out due to my race or religion at there. In my hometown, racism is not an issue to talk about. It is same for the most part of Turkey. Unfortunately, when I came to US I felt discriminated in my life for the first time. After long process of getting visa, having weird problems at the airport, overpriced apartment (just for international student), etc. All of these are simple examples of discrimination from my life in

My experience is one that is anything but average, anything but universal. It is unique, complex, and completely mine; and I own it in everything I do. The many polarizations and variances among the traits I possess continually shape my being; all that I am, and all that I can and will be. I am not just an immigrant story, not just an artist, not just a little girl with big dreams. I am an amalgamation.