Immigrants journeying to America by boat take in fresh air above deck. The vast majority of immigrants had to travel in the steerage class—dark, cramped below-deck quarters. The shipping companies that sold passengers steerage listed them as cargo on ship manifests. Many steerage passengers tried to escape the stifling conditions below deck by staying above deck…
When typing this discussion board post, I made very similar points in my view on what our county should do about the population of undocumented immigrants. While my moral side says that these are people who come to our country for a better life which is the very basis of our countries founding should be given a chance to become a citizen. While the legal side of me shouts that these people are breaking our laws and that we cannot reward a behavior like that or it will create a precedent which could come back to haunt us. In the end like you said, there is no easy way to answer this question, the only thing I could be sure about is that no matter the decision someone is going to be left furious because of it.…
today iwalk up at six and take a shawer then wared my clothes after thate i pray, then brushed my teath and putted gil. then a took my key and left my appartment. I drive my car to the work after 20 minuts i arrived to my work. i clocken in at sevn and 50 minutes. then i did my egg in the microwive and prepare my tea and milk and tostted my bread.…
Immigrants are created through hardships, weather they be monetary, location based, or otherwise. They are a breed of people created through circumstance. This reigns true for a recent interviewee of mine from Chihuahua, Marianna. A girl only the age of 16 who, by definition, moved from her own country for permanent residence in the US. After an extensive (short) interviewing process I was than asked to compare either a personal story of immigration within my family or broadly relate the hardships of an old school mexican immigrant that goes by the handle of a “Bracero”. To that of the experiences of Marianna. Seeing as how I lack the one to one equivalence to relate to any form of an immigrant I will be comparing my dad's upbringing (or lack…
I come from a family of immigrants who came here for a better living standard unfortunately, while growing up I witnessed money problems in the household. They had to work long hours and I struggled to focus on my own potential. My parents couldn’t spend much time with me and my siblings dealing with our own problems especially in school. As a result, I had a lack of confidence because I wasn’t at the same level as the rest of other kids and struggled doing well in school. I hate to say I didn’t have a strong role model because even though my father was around, he was always worried about other things and once in awhile he would spend time with me. I started not to take school seriously and become more rebellious and would always get complaints…
As an Immigrant, there were many challenges I faced whether it's related to language or understanding the culture. My family moved to United States of America when I was in 6th grade. I was always told by my parents that building a successful career is very important. This idea of building a successful career never stuck in my mind until the junior year of high school when I all sudden all the teachers and counselors started talking about going to college build a career in a field that you were interested in and also important to you.…
For the once isolated immigrant from the hot deserts of the Middle East, never have I expected the open doors of opportunity at my grasp and the growth that soon followed within the freshman year of high school in the US. Before my immigration, I never truly experienced the challenge of a demanding curriculum. As such, I experienced an immense culture shock within my mind. Despite the difficulty of the transition, I knew it was worth it because I discovered an aspect of myself that remained dormant till I entered the gates of my new school.…
In 2011, I came to the U.S. because the U.S. has numerous educational and occupational opportunities. Additionally, I believed that I would find more success. Therefore, come to America was my challenge and opportunity in my life, because I did not know any details about the America, but I knew it was a big opportunity. Moreover, its language is part of this challenge; English is my second language. English has more than 1 million of words, and its grammar is confusing me. When I hear from native speakers, then sometimes I have a difficulty to understand them, because they speak so fast.…
I am a first-generation immigrant, who have struggled with cultural identity because I grew up with two different cultural values. My childhood consisted of seeing people who look like me and who identified with the same cultural ideas; however, after moving to southern California, I witnessed a diverse population with different cultures. My cultural influences come from my parents and peers and the media, so I feel conflicted between the traditional and conservative culture of my parents and the liberal and open-minded values of my peers.…
As an immigrant, it is nothing out of the ordinary to encounter people who are of a different cultural background from myself. Being born in Venezuela and raised in a diverse yet predominantly Latin city within the Unite States has bred a singular perception of American and Venezuelan culture. Though one would assume it improves with practice, explaining to another person what “I am” is a daunting task. This usually involves outlining my place of birth, my upbringing, my parents’s place of birth and upbringing, and several other details.…
When I was thinking about doing this interview with someone who was an immigrant, I thought I didn't know anybody. Then I remembered that my friend Ben’s parents were immigrants. I have never thought about his family being from a different country before. I decided to interview his grandma because I thought she might know a little bit more about immigrating here and how it affected her life.…
Arizaga, Elizabeth. "Why Immigrants Come to United States of America." Online Posting. 17 Nov 2006.…
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.…
18 years ago, with just about everything we owned on our backs, my mother and I were walking down a narrow road in Gaithersburg, Maryland looking for where we would stay next. We were exhausted, famished, and probably more distinguishing, we were immigrants. On that hot day, at just four years old, I had no idea that moment would become a precursor to a long journey of overcoming significant educational, social, cultural, and economic disadvantages in the United States of America. As I watched hundreds of cars pass us by disregarding the sight of a mother and her child walking alone and lost, there were many things that I did not comprehend. However, what I did understand was that, the United States of America was different from my birth country…
I closed my eyes hoping I would bring myself to imagine I was in heaven safe and happy without any sort of pain I've been feeling since I began the trip but sadly that imagine didn't last, I heard somebody yell “Put your hands up now!!!” I froze in spot not knowing what to do the only thing I did know was my life was about to come to an end. I heard the Immigration and Customs Enforcement known as a police to arrest immigrants. The police officer was actually arresting and yelling at a man I knew who was also on the journey with the rest. I thanked God for not letting the police officer find me. As bad as I felt for the man I had to keep my head and keep walking. As I remembered my mother's words “Never bend your head. Always hold it high.…