When I came from Africa in 2007, I was really excited. To me coming to America was like going to heaven. It was all I wanted, after all I could leave my violent country and finally come to the land of the free and the home of the brave. No matter how you put it the expectation for this country around the world is overwhelming. As for me coming to the United State was part of my everyday dreams. I remember my uncle my used to tell me, “Musa the statue of is capable of sitting down”, and due to the fact that I was just a kid I believe every word he said.…
The day was sunny and warm. The children were playing soccer in the street. The lady was walking with her daughter. My sister was talking with her friends. My grandmother was cooking and the smell of rice made me hungry. I knew my day would be awesome.…
A friend of mine moved from Tehran to Canada as a small child, and completed all her education here, including university. Upon graduation she began looking for a job and had great difficulty garnering any interest; yet once she changed her name to what could be considered a "canadianized" version, she quickly got…
After I took the MCAT in June, my life became a little hectic. Besides for completing applications, my parents decided to move to Israel. I was the only child living at home, so they desperately needed my help. We had to empty the house, get rid of all the clutter, and pack the rest of it onto a container. The house needed to be sold, so while packing, we had contractors work on the house. Personally, I was moving to Brooklyn and had to find a job and a place to live. There were many challenges. For Example, the contractor painted the bathroom door, but would not take responsibility when it didn’t close. As of now, I am sleeping on my sister’s floor and trying to finalize a part-time teaching job. I have learned how to remain calm though stressful…
From what I recall, the day was heated, as were most days living on the top floor of a run down, income based apartment complex. Our second hand wall air conditioner sucked, and we were miserable. While annoyingly listening to the foreign toddlers run up and down the hallway in their diapers, I made the decision; it was time to move.…
The work on the plantations is very exhausting, and I wish I could move back to Shanghai in China. There are other ethnicities here like Japanese, Korean, and Portuguese, but I usually talk with the other Chinese immigrants. Apparently, there is another language called Pidgin that everyone speaks so they can understand each other. How is everyone else doing over the past 10 years that I have been gone? I hope everything has been fine back in China.…
I am a temporary migrant. My father told me that I should extend my horizon and feel the different culture to open myself, because he knew I am unsociable. I think it is a pull factor because it's so hard for me to join the competitions in China. But I do not intend to immigrate to Canada, leaving home is not what I want even if I left home all the time.…
If you have ever been bullied, you know where I am coming from when I say that it is something that no one should ever go through. Unfortunately, I have gone through it before and I am glad to have fought through it. I can clearly remember the time when I used to get bullied. My family and I had just moved to Canada a few months ago and I wasn't able to speak English very well at the time. I was so excited to learn everything there was to know about Canada, especially now that I knew that everyone didn’t live in igloos. Before coming to Canada I was told by a friend in India that everyone lived in igloos, of course being six at the time I believed her without questioning it. I was also very excited to see snow for the first time because,…
On a very cold winter of 2003, my parents and four children moved to California USA. Things drastically changed I found new friends left a lot of friends in Pakistan. In the being, I felt very sad about being alone here in America. But after two years I felt very comfortable in here. The new culture I was introduced to was very interesting for me. The place I went to had many Muslims in the same school already. It was a great transition for me. To get really comfortable in my skin and carry on with life. From the beginning, I was a quiet child and shy, I usually ended up in the back of the room to observe what is happening.…
One of the decisions I have made, and it has changed my life enormously ever since, is when I decided to move to the U.S to complete my bachelor degree. I became a different person. A person whose reasoning and rational thinking has developed and thrived rapidly everyday living in different surroundings and conditions. However, I will admit that when I made my decision, I thought, it would be nice and easy to study aboard. The idea of being responsible of everything in my life and completely free to do whatever I want without my parents watching over my head to make sure I’m doing right had not crossed my mind before that time, and that how is my life hasn’t been the same long…
America, land of the free and home of the brave, a country strengthened with rights, equality, and justice. For Americans it’s just a regular country, with regular rules and laws, nothing special about it. Although, to immigrants it’s a country to reinterpret their lives, a better life, a life where they’re free to pursue their happiness and follow their dreams. Even though America is a great country, adjusting to a new culture isn’t easy. It took patience, support, understanding, and passion in order for me to balance two different cultures.…
I could believe how much Aro has changed but I think he only changing so I can move back to Italy. I want to trust Aro but I love it here Boston. My children are happy. Paul loves his new job. Sulpice told me James allows her and David to have visiting rights with Anastasia and Andrew. I do not trust James. I told Sulpica how I feel. I also told to be careful because it could be a trap.…
When I moved to this town, I was an alchemist with a penchant for cigarettes and hair products. Now, I’m a pendulum spiralling into a whirlwind of madness that comes from the acquaintance of the villains that haunt my head.…
In 2014 I came to America to study. It had been the first time I ever traveled somewhere without my parents and it was a much farther distance than I had ever traveled before. My English wasn't the best and I wasn't sure of how I would handle American customs and culture. When my student visa was approved I was very excited and very nervous, it was a big moment for me. When the time came I boarded my plane and made the journey to America. My time here has been very hard but also very fortunate for me. I have been able to study just like I had planned and I have been able to live in several different states which I am very grateful for. Over time I have been able to improve my English, thus giving me the ability to have a proper conversation with someone I may have met on a random day at the store or during my time in class.…
When I moved to Africa, I was welcomed as a westerner. An American, as I am and I was treated unfairly for just that reason. At school I was completely excluded by the locals. I was seen as privileged, a privileged American who in essence "Had it All". One, who couldn't relate to what they were going through on a daily basis just as a means to survive. They were wrong. My parents both come from third world countries, from very little and with hard work, and against the odds became what they are today. I was raised on a specific set of teachings. To not ever take anything for granted. I am very lucky to be where I am today. One could say it is inherently difficult to fully understand what my peers were going through, as I am not in their situation…
