Personal Narrative: My Immigration To US
My family decided to come to the United States in 1993. My aunt sponsored my dad for a visa and it took about 10-11 years to get the visa call,So we went to the US Consulate in Chennai, India to get the visa. They asked numerous question about why I wanted to go to the US. I came here for a higher education, better life with family, better job opportunity, religious freedom, equality, friendly. I did find it by having a Masters in Computer Science and being part of a South Indian christian domination. The visa was for my entire family. Since my brother was turning 21, we got the visa 2 weeks before his birthday. I had to leave before his 21st birthday otherwise he couldn't come with our family visa. If he had turned 21 before the visa,the other option was for my dad to come to US and file another visa for my brother which will take about another two years. To avoid that we all packed our bags and left India in a week. We got to US 4 days before his birthday.
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My first problem when I got here was, to find my first job. It was hard for me because employers prefer people with experience and also because of my language and discrimination. But after four months, I got a job in a small electronic parts assembling company in Wheeling, Illinois. I was gotten this job from a friend who went to the same church as me. For the first couple of days I had some problems chattering with my co-workers because of my language and race. I still clearly remember a time when one of the workers made me do the dirty work the first couple weeks, but they got nicer as have as I worked my way up the job. While working there, I went to obtain my BS degree and later found another job in Motorola. Now I am self
My first problem when I got here was, to find my first job. It was hard for me because employers prefer people with experience and also because of my language and discrimination. But after four months, I got a job in a small electronic parts assembling company in Wheeling, Illinois. I was gotten this job from a friend who went to the same church as me. For the first couple of days I had some problems chattering with my co-workers because of my language and race. I still clearly remember a time when one of the workers made me do the dirty work the first couple weeks, but they got nicer as have as I worked my way up the job. While working there, I went to obtain my BS degree and later found another job in Motorola. Now I am self