Waking up the next morning knowing rent is knocking on your door is a critical moment. Growing up in New York City, one of the most expensive places to live in, especially with only one parent working is a scramble. It was an experience living for despite the struggles my family and I endeavored throughout our lifetime in the city. Driver's licenses were exchanged for metro cards, squirrels were replaced with pizza-carrying subway rats and many of my school trips consisted of seeing Broadway shows, rather than visiting museums. My mother and father are immigrants who have come from another country, Bangladesh. It was a struggle for them to adapt to the city about more than a decade ago which was when they arrived here. That was the time when rent and prices weren't as high as it is now in the present. Being one of the three children of two immigrant parents, life wasn't impartially facile. To live in New York City, my parents had to work diligently and have more concerns rather than enjoying life out in the alluring city. It wasn't soon until great news came. As a child, I optically canvassed my parents struggle to build a life for our family in America. Like so many immigrants, they experience inauspicious commencements. My father eventually secured a position working at a gift shop store in Manhattan which was enough to pay the rent, bills, etc. However, it wasn't enough for your own necessary needs such as clothing and food. Throughout my 16 years of
First of all, my family is Chinese. My parents immigrated into the United States 15 years ago from Hong Kong and so I am the first generation to go to college in the US. It is important to note that my parents did not come to the US so that they can attain a higher status but more so because they wanted to give me a chance to attain a higher status. When we first arrived my mother did not work, and my father’s first job was at a Asian supermarket. The pay was low and there was no coverage of any kind. We lived at my Aunt’s house until we managed to find public housing in Charlestown. Somewhere around that time my father managed to find a job at Boston Scientific as a Material Handler, and basically what he does it drive a forklift truck around a warehouse to find and move stock. The job change did not alleviate my father’s nor the family’s status. The pay was better and there is health insurance and retirement plans. However, even with my father working overtime, there is still simply a shortage in money especially when my twin brothers came along. That was when my mother decided that she needs to work too and she found herself working as a waitress at two Chinese restaurants. In terms of jobs, I think my parents did the best they could considering they speak little to no English and only have a high school education. There is simply not a wide range of options for
My main purpose of this writing is to educate others of the struggle and unfairness of an immigrant family and first generation child in the united states. The kind of sources I will integrate are factual evidence of income and personal experience. This project is important to me because it happens to everyday and is very
New York City’s old slum neighbourhood, the Five Points, was notoriously known for its vice and crimes. The first organized crime group in New York City was the Forty Thieves which was led by Edward Coleman, started in 1825, in the back of a grocery store. The Dead Rabbits were an Irish gang in the Five Points area, and are most known for the riot they caused in 1857. The Eastman Gang were a Jewish group in the Five Points area, which began in the late nineteenth century, and were the rival of the Five Points Gang. The Five Points Gang was another group, started by Paul Kelly and included future famous mobsters. In Five Points, where most of New York City’s crime started, it also started some of history’s most notorious gangs, and mobsters.
My parent’s both have very hard working jobs which have inspired me to work not just hard but to my fullest extent. Money is not the only benefit, but accomplishing my goals and desires are. My mother gets what she can every week cleaning houses in the Redlands, and my father takes two buses, and one train until reaching North Miami six days a workweek. All their sacrifice is for me to have a roof and food at home, this way we can afford our duplex in Homestead. We are a low-income family in Florida who have no other family members but ourselves. Having to adjust to a new community, learning a new culture based on other traditions and an altogether new terminology has been difficult, but overcoming many of these struggles have taught me that one day I will be capable to achieve my ends. I will be helping the community that one day welcomed me, as one of their
EW YORK CITY- In the final mayoral debate before Election Day, things were less chaotic compared to the debate three weeks ago when Mayor Bill de Blasio, Nicole Malliotakis, and Bo Dietl debated for on Nov. 1st.
As the child of Mexican immigrants, I am always encouraged to work to the best of my ability because of the sacrifices and struggles my family went through to get where we are today. Too young to remember, I am constantly reminded of the difficulties my family experienced as they attempted to rebuild their lives in a new country with nothing but their clothes on their backs and the few cash they had in their pockets. The place we called home was a shabby, old apartment in a neighborhood where the crime rate seemed as if it doubled in a matter of seconds. At a point in our lives my family begged for pennies to afford medicine from gas stations, and even the dollar store when we fell ill. It was never that we were out of money, but we were just financially unstable. We had a roof over our heads, food on our table, clothes, and even a family car, but my father’s income was not always enough to support the life of a growing family and on top of that, enough to invest in my family’s future.
In 2004, My dad faced a big life decision. To move to America, the so called land of opportunities, or to stay in Poland, my whole family’s home country. Poland was changing from a communistic system, to a democracy. My father at the time was an engineer, my mother was a teacher, and we all lived in a apartment in Bialystok, an evolving city up to this day. We could afford day to day life, but the cost of living in the country during the transformation was increasing faster than one's income. We weren’t in any way suffering from poverty, but my dad knew there could be a better life for him and his family out there. He had visited the states 10 years before and thought that moving, would be a great new adventure for us as well as a challenge that he was tempted to take
I always kept in my mind how my father worked day and night for little pay to provide for my family. Seeing both of my parents struggling as two young immigrants trying to provide a home for two kids was the fuel that kept me pushing forward. I am the oldest, so naturally responsibility was placed on my shoulders. I had to take care of my younger brother, while my parents worked. I also served as a translator for my mother who spoke very little English. My parents barely received education in high school, so I helped my mom and dad with most of the paperwork. I remember writing letters for immigration, employers, lawyers, and to the court for several family members.
The economic decline has possible home buyers, especially first time home buyers, scared to invest anything into the housing market. With the fear of another depression in the back of everyone's minds, some businesses are attempting to clarify the pros of home ownership.
Let me now refer this experience to the concept of American dream. A strong contributor to the development of societal norms in America is Barbara Ehrenreich, a contemporary American writer who aims at exposing the society by the means of personal interaction with the less successful categories of population (Jeffrey 411). The author has always been promoting positive attitude toward the position in society and opportunities associated with it. “So, you’re unhappy about your job; you have a right to be unhappy about that”, claims the author in an interview (Conniff 34). In her works, she emphasizes on the rents of society that seem to have strong effect in all aspects of life. She does not talk about the people who live happily because they represent the minority of the US citizens. She contributes to the American dream in the form of support to the working class that is usually a victim of social and economical processes. If native citizens experience difficulties in employment and struggle for the work benefits, then visitors and immigrants may probably have even worse situation within the given issue. Besides, the world economic crisis has negatively affected the employment rates in the country depriving many people in various industries from their work places. Many of them now are far more distant from the accomplishment of the American dream than they have been before.
My parents Immigrated from Poland to the United States in search for better opportunity for the children that they planned to have. When my parents finally made the move, they started with nothing and no one to turn to; they did not even know how to speak English. All my parents knew for sure was that they were going to raise three children in America and do all they could possibly do to motivate and make them passionate for school. My parents have always wanted their children to achieve the careers of their dreams and be able to support their own family as well as be happy with their lives. My parents have struggled with money their entire lives, which is another reason why they did all they could to get to America and motivate their children for schooling. They did not want their children to struggle with money the way that they did. But this led another issue, affording college. My parents did not have enough money for their children to attend college. Because of this, I have done my best in school to earn outstanding grades and do my best to earn scholarships.
As an immigrant, life was very difficult financially. With just the clothes on their backs my parents left their home country, Haiti, and came to the US in pursuit of the American Dream. They wanted a better life for my sisters and I, however, we faced many challenges growing up. It was difficult adjusting to a new country, language, and culture. My parents did not speak English nor did they have a formal education, so it was difficult finding a stable job to sustain us. We became dependent on public assistance in order to survive. We lived in a low-income, underserved area and attended low performing schools. Our family income was well below the poverty level but this did not stop me from pursuing my dreams. I was determined to not let my
New York City is a very famous place all over the world. A lot of people think that it is the best place to live. However, some people have a different point of view. I think that New York City is a good place to live for two reasons.
As recent immigrants from Mexico, my family lacks the advantages that most American families possess. In addition to this, since my father is self-employed, he lacks a stable and constant paycheck. Sometimes he may be unable to find a job for extended periods of time. Furthermore, the fact that my father still has to provide for my family in Mexico diminishes my family’s ability to fund my college education.
Buying a home can be an exciting experience for anyone. However, in some cases you just might be better off continuing to rent your home. There are many advantages to buying a home. However, it is not for everyone and buying varies from individual to individual. Currently more people are leaning towards renting but this could change in the near future.