Personal Narrative: An Immigrant
It was a dry afternoon at my native Bustos, Bulacan when I was born, 10 days before Christmas. My grandmother, who used to be a midwife, did the operation right at our house. Thereafter I was born, my family moved to Manila because both of my parents work there. About after a year, I had a younger brother who was born at a Chinese hospital near our home in Manila. My mother said that my brother was the first one to enunciate syllables and eventually talk. They thought that I was mute so they had me checked on a doctor though there was nothing to worry about. Eventually, I also utter baby words but it was barely audible. My early childhood was blissful with my younger brother. I had dark complexion, small body frame, small eyes and very quiet.
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When we were at high school, my parents had difficulty covering the expenses so I applied on scholarships at our school. I also entered hellish reviews to review subject matters, cover to cover. Even if I had less time to sleep and leisure, the labor was worth it. I was successful on the grant and was given only half the tuition to pay for. My parents were very happy and proud about it. However, the wheel of life keeps on rolling and it does not stop at the top. At my last year, the foundation that gave the scholarship had difficulties with the campus and was forced to close. We were disappointed. My mother said that I should start finding the university that would suit me. I discovered many colleges and universities but nothing else piqued my interest except for the University of the Philippines. Like I did last time, I entered various review centers and studied day and night during the vacation for the entrance exam. I did not limit my choices and also taken entrance examinations from other prestigious universities. I passed the exam and took the chance to study here. As of now, I am on my second year in the campus. Though I had utmost difficulty in my subjects, I would fight like everyone else by studying and pushing my best in everything that I
When we were at high school, my parents had difficulty covering the expenses so I applied on scholarships at our school. I also entered hellish reviews to review subject matters, cover to cover. Even if I had less time to sleep and leisure, the labor was worth it. I was successful on the grant and was given only half the tuition to pay for. My parents were very happy and proud about it. However, the wheel of life keeps on rolling and it does not stop at the top. At my last year, the foundation that gave the scholarship had difficulties with the campus and was forced to close. We were disappointed. My mother said that I should start finding the university that would suit me. I discovered many colleges and universities but nothing else piqued my interest except for the University of the Philippines. Like I did last time, I entered various review centers and studied day and night during the vacation for the entrance exam. I did not limit my choices and also taken entrance examinations from other prestigious universities. I passed the exam and took the chance to study here. As of now, I am on my second year in the campus. Though I had utmost difficulty in my subjects, I would fight like everyone else by studying and pushing my best in everything that I