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…
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.…
The past six week we have covered the likes of 3rd world living and the conditions that they provide to their people. The conditions of living have been focused on the geographic location of these countries, the social issues that take place, military status, economical well being and the technology that is possesses. Before I make the decision to uproot and move, I need to make certain of some things. I will most definitely not move somewhere where I will not be able to, at least match or increase my income, so I need to take a look ant the economy of the relocation destination. I want to make certain that the culture and its surrounding are suitable for the upbringing of children. The schools, the climate,…
The last day of school came quickly and I had to say goodbye to everybody. This was pretty sad for me because of how long I knew everybody at school(I’ve spent at least a thousand hours at school) and this made me be bonded to a few people at school. The whole experience was sad but it wasn't nearly the hardest part of the transition of countries. The last weeks Me and my family went to chicago for one last time. It was around this time that I started to get anxious about my move to Poland. I would sit in my room and think to myself What if I don’t like Poland? What if I can’t learn the language there? What if the school there isn't nice? What if it will be a bad place to live? Looking back on it I think that the reason that I had much more anxiety moving to Poland then I did when Moving to Chicago was partly caused by the fact that I had grown up a bit in the two years that we were in Park…
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.…
I like to travel; experiencing different cultures and customs is always refreshing. I still remember my Europe trip, I tasted foods that I had never experienced, the Eiffel Tower was vivid, and the Leaning Tower of Pisa was majestic. Traveling to a foreign country always excites me. However, moving one's roost to a foreign country is a different story. It felt very frustrating to adapt to the new circumstances. I was no exception. After moving to several other countries, I felt tired and scared of moving. I strongly protested to my parents about moving to America, yet I had no choice but follow them. At that time, I did not know that moving to America would be the most important turning point of my life. The reason that I moved to different…
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,…
Millions of people immigrate to America looking for the “American Dream,” in search of a fair government and all types of various freedoms offered to people. America still has millions of people immigrating to the states every year and should continue to do so. People from various cultures and backgrounds populate the land, looking for a new way of life and a chance for new beginnings. In the essay 300 million and counting, by Joel Garreau, in Chapter 1 of the book “What Matters in America by Gary Goshgarian,” the author explains how almost every individual living in the states today arrived to America from somewhere else at some point or another…
Leaving your country is always a difficult decision, and whoever has experienced it understands the sacrifice it entails. When I left Poland at 18, I thought I was going to be in paradise, but to my disappointment it was far from that. I had to learn a new language and work hard to provide for myself. What kept me motivated was the hope for a better future and an independent life.…
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.…
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.…
It was a tough decision to make. It meant I had to leave my homeland and my family, friends at that point and go to a far-away place. I must adjust to that alien environment. My parents were worried about my future, but I still thought life was wonderful and the world was big. It is challenging to come to a different country when a person has lived a great part of their life in a different country. In hometown there is a sense of community amongst the neighbors but there is sense of epiphany moving to a city, realizing that all the millions of people who live there are strangers, and that one coming from a different country can never trust just anyone.…
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.…
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…
I remember, July 1997, the beginning of the International Financial crisis. Started from Thailand and spread to other countries in South East Asia including my home country, South Korea. During the crisis many families of South Korea experienced hardships through loss of jobs, the destruction of their financial securities and many more. Of course my family did not get excluded from this event. My father and my mother lost their jobs which ended them up to work as a part time cleaner. Then, eventually my brother, sister and I had to stop our schooling as a result.…