The United States of America originally a nation of immigrants is rapidly becoming a nation of native born citizens. We have by now had an opportunity to produce the native-born individual someone we might label as an “American”. Today, the number of foreign-born persons in the United States is about 3,000,000 of the population, and about 5,000,000 of Americans are the children of immigrants. Due to the new Immigration Reform and Control Act the days of mass immigration are over, but the influence of the movement will never be eased. (Arun and Daniel p.1)…
Immigration is never an easy subject. Sometimes, it will dictate how people perceive others because of the lack of a green card or legality in the United States. Helen Thorpe wrote and published a narrative on four girls who recently graduated high school that each has big decisions to make. For Clara and Elissa, choosing which college to attend is their main concern, and for Marisela and Yadira, applying to college is their biggest concern because they lack having a proper social security number and a green card. In Helen Thorpe’s book “Just Like Us”, she explores the different realities that these girls are facing just of attending college in America. Out of the four girls, Clara and Elissa have it easier because they are legal citizens and…
For this assignment I interviewed Omar Bretado. He is a 25-year-old male who migrated to the United States with his family at the age of twelve. He and his family, like most immigrant families, came to the United States in hopes of a better future. Omar and his family migrated from Zacatecas, Mexico to Dallas, Texas. Omar tells me that he is glad that he was given such a wonderful opportunity when he came here. In Mexico, he lived with his three siblings, parents, grandparents, and a few aunts and uncles. The house was divided into three areas so that everyone could have a bit of privacy. I decided to interview Omar because he was able to shed some light on the differences he experienced between Mexico and the United States. Only having been here half of his life he has accomplished many things. He has finished his education, gotten a well-paid job, and has become a citizen of the United States. Although Omar had fun living in Mexico, he says that he would not change anything in his life. He is grateful for the time he was able to be in his home country and for the cultural that was instilled upon him all of his life.…
Once we arrived to Illinois we went by 26st. There my father was waiting for us outside with my cousins and aunt. The first thing I did was reach for my father. Our first few weeks in Chicago were a bit lunatic. By saying that the next day after we arrived my sister and I went to the store and a shoot broke out. My mom came into the store running to pick us up. I honestly was scared of my new home. Once school started I started to have a bit of comfort in the neighborhood. Once I went to school it hit me that I was not anymore in Mexico, for I saw a lot of diversity. From black to white, to brown people I saw and I meet. I only saw white people on TV who were another ethic than me. During kinder I learned to read, count, and learn a new language…
This essay portrays how many first generation Americans feel about society. They believe that in order to succeed in America it is important to leave your heritage behind to become “white” and blend in. As if your heritage was a handicap and that you constantly have to try harder than everyone else to prove something. Being Filipino-American I am not exempt from this feeling. The media has played a big part in what I deemed normal as a child. I watched many television shows where families ate bread and dressed nice to dinner. Unlike my family which ate rice every night and wore slippers to the table. At a young age I was embarrassed of what made me special. Social interaction with other children even made me think twice about who I wanted to be. I always felt I was never invited to some of my friend’s houses because I was Filipino. This made me try harder to win the affection and friendship of my classmates. This essay expresses the feelings that many first generation Americans experience on their road to…
At the age of two my parents made the long and devastating journey to bring me and my siblings to the United States from Mexico. They sought for a brighter and better future for us and fought tooth and nail to give us the world they didn’t have growing up. Ever since I had stepped foot on U.S soil I never had the chance to go back. The sacrifices that permitted me to be able to attend school for free and giving me a better head start than I would’ve had if we’d stayed couldn’t mask the effects of the move. I didn’t grow up being enriched by the colorful culture that Mexico has, I missed out on the opportunity to share moments with my family from abroad, and fought the struggle of trying to blend in, in an environment that was so different…
“You may be in america but you are Mexican. You are a Mexican girl you need to learn to clean,cook,and take care of your future kids and husband or else what use are you to him.” I can't remember the first time my father told me this but i will never forget the first time i truly comprehended what it meant. I was seven years old and my teacher told me i could be anything i wanted to be a lawyer a doctor anything. I was ecstatic i had so many options but after coming home and sharing the news with my father he told me what he believed to be the truth i was a mexican girl and my future was already decided. From that moment on i had two choices. the first the life my father believed i should have. I could marry young and stay at home cooking…
As far as I am concerned, it is definite that like my parents who transplanted themselves in this country, I too yearn for the American Dream. At home, I am different. I am American. I am a Chicana. I speak English. I dress differently. I may not seem Mexican enough, yet I still share the struggles that are a reality to my parents. I was the little brown girl with an American dream. I never once doubted that dream, so I confidently followed it. My story is not a unique story. This is the story of a person who seeks to be an asset to this country. However, my journey is one that places me in a dissent with those who would rather prefer I do not combat the injustice in my community. For this reason, I am the sole curmudgeon Latine in the perspective of those who are out of reach with my experiences.…
My dad was fifteen years when he did something I can never even imagine about doing; he crossed the border. He sacrificed so much in order to live a better life, without him I would not be writing this essay right now. My mother is a first generation Mexican-American, like myself, and also experienced the affects of her parents wanting more for their family. Fortunately for us, our family has strived in today’s society and would not be where we are without hardwork and dedication.…
My family consists of five people including myself. I live with both my mom and dad and my two older sisters. Both of my sisters are currently enrolled in college. Currently, mom is the sole provider, she works long hours in order to be able to provide hard in order to provide for me and my sisters. I was born in Jalisco, Mexico, at the age of five my parents decided that the best option for economic stability and the opportunity of a future education we needed to move the United States. I do not remember many of the events that lead up to the big move, however, I do remember the complicated transition once we had reached our destination, Los Angeles, California. Our first home in the U.S. was a small room in one of my aunt’s house, she allowed…
My family comes from a poor rural farming community in the middle of Mexico. My mother has a fifth grade education and my father a sixth grade education. In 2001 a few weeks before my forth birthday my family moved from Mexico to the United States. All of my memories are here in the United States and…
Being raised in a country which is not your birth place is a challenging experience. It comes with many obstacles and struggles. A variety of new thing are always being introduced, with those come language and education, culture and tradition and life as I know, it gets changed completely. My childhood brought adult responsibilities, hiding in the shades and being scared all the time, and with denial comes the chance of new things and open doors. I as an immigrant High school student has gone through so many denials and get rejected so many opportunities, which include the struggle of continuing my education in college because I don't have the chance of receiving many beneficial opportunities in scholarships and is why I will greatly appreciate…
“Everything happens for a reason”. My name is Alexis Lee Spino. I am a descendant of David and Laura Spino. My father is one hundred percent Italian. My grandmother comes from Italy and so on and so forth. My mother is half Italian and twenty five percent French and twenty-five Irish. I tend to affiliate more with the Italian side of my family. I feel like Italians are more inviting then the other half of my mom’s side of the family. Characteristics about my self from my Italian side of the family is definitely outgoing, loud, and inviting. From my other side, I have a very addictive personality, stubbornness, and over dramatic.…
Being an adult, I look back into my teenager years and fresh years of being a young adult unto now. I have always viewed life deeper than most that are my age. I wouldn’t when I was younger I was confused, but I always did what my friends thought was cool to do. But when it came to my thinking and my emotions, I loved deeper and had a great deal of compassion for people. I knew and was taught since God loved people in spite of the bad things that we do. I did too. I would look pass what they might say, act or think about life. I had a sense that it is more to life then we try to take grips on. Maybe it was because I grew up in church and I was always exposed the Gospel and wanted to know so much more about this supernatural power of healing and deliverance from evil. You could even say I some teenagers (females especially) just mature faster in some areas then my peers. But see this was not the case, I remember a time in which I was in high school and hanging with me and my girlfriends at the movies or wherever it was we hang out on the weekends. Some and not everything they tried to have theory. I would always think about what the Holy Bible said that particular thing and relate how situations how in my life were similar so I could overcome them.…
“Find out who you are and do it on purpose.” Is my favorite quote by country singer Dolly Parton. The “journey to be oneself” seems to be the riskiest of all journeys because we don’t know who we really are and most of us are too scared to truly find out who we are. The risk that lies ahead as I embark on my college career is basically taking my own risks in general. The “Adventure” if discovering and becoming myself, seems to be one of my top reasons on why I want to continue studying. Life is a big journey and every big event is an adventure.…