I am Iran Munoz-Montoya. I was supposed to be writing something about me that made me want to be who I am today; something that appeals to colleges. All I know is that I am who I am because of my parents. They had me a year before they graduated high school. My mother came from Juarez and my father came from Cuauhtémoc legally, but stayed here illegally. Illegal’s came here for a better education, and the best education my parents thought they could receive was graduating high school. After high school, they had nothing left but to work; their plans were to have a baby after they graduated. Things did not go this way, and instead my mother was pregnant her junior year. They didn’t give up though; they both went to school and graduated. They …show more content…
I would wake up at 4:30 in the morning to make sure I got to school which was 38 minutes away from my home, and for my dad to still have time to get to work at 6:45. I would wait outside my elementary school for one hour after I got there, just so that the lunch ladies would open up the back door for me. He felt quite bad that I had to wait outside sometimes in the snow, but I always had a big coat on my shoulders, gloves, beanies, and fluffy socks to keep me warm when all he had to wear for work was a grey sweater that had a hole on the sleeve. Those times were some of the best times in my life with my dad. He would make me laugh all the way to school and tried not to make me feel ashamed of his old car, but I loved that car because it was ours. It wasn’t new, but it was ours. My mother worked so hard to provide everything for us. She worked the graveyard shift every day, and worked on the weekends, too. My brother and I hardly saw her. She would take us to my aunt’s house to eat because all we would have at home were beans for a couple months. My parents hid the fact that we weren’t doing so great economically for years; I never knew that all they ate was beans until two years ago; I didn’t realize how hard they worked for us until two years ago. I am so thankful to have them. I am so thankful to be their daughter, and I
My father is constantly there for me and I can’t imagine my life without him. He supports me financially, emotionally and I always feel protected and loved. My father became a father when he was just a kid himself in high school. He immediately took on the responsibility of finishing high school, being a father, and obtaining a job so he could support us. It makes me grateful that I have such a strong father figure in my life.
How fortunate I was to have been able to spend three weeks with my Dad. Much was always missing from our relationship as
Every year illegal immigrants come into our country and with them they bring their children. Roughly a million children are brought here yearly as their parents seek better lives for their families. That’s where the United States struggles to enforce laws and kick them out because they’re young and most likely had no say in whether or not to enter our country. I sympathize for the kids no doubt, but the fact that they have entered the country illegally is unacceptable; for according to the rule of law, no person is above the law nor below it. According to the law, it is ILLEGAL to enter the United States without going through the process of naturalization.
Being a child of immigrant parents makes you appreciate life so much because everyday it’s an opportunity to be the best you can be to make everyone around you proud. My parents can’t got back to school and get an education so being able to see me succeed is worth their hard work. My parents have taught me to never give up. I know that some doors may be closed on me but that doesn’t mean other doors won’t open. I want to be someone who represents the Hispanic community.
Undocumented children feel abandoned by their parents after their departure. The children feel remorse of the parent’s actions. The children do not understand the risk that their parents made. After divorce, American parents behave just like undocumented immigrants in the way of abandoning their children for their new families. Similarly, Americans should realize that these undocumented immigrants come to the United States to help their families back in their original homes.
The story of Morrie 's life, made me choose to live life like it is my last day on the planet. One quote Morrie said that caught my eye is, “once you learn how to die, you learn how to live.” (pg. 82) Meaning, once you accept your destiny, you finally learn how to be in the moment. For me, I am someone who has trouble living in the moment.
I am Manuel Garcia I was born and raised in Phoenix Arizona. I was born in a family of six and me being the baby of the four. My parent which came from Durango Mexico and two of my older sisters that are both from Mexico as well. As I turn five I started my school path at Kenilworth Elementary in which I struggled but in the longest I experience as well as learn a lot about of myself. In all of this I saw my sisters as the people that help me to get on track when I was going through school and this made it easy.
Monday through Friday I stayed with my grandmother and great aunt, so that I could go to school. I was in elementary school at the time. I use to listen to my uncle play different types of music on his stereo so that he could mimic the sound with the instruments he was playing. I used to sing along with him dreaming that one day I would be able to sing just like the singers on the albums my uncle would play to. As time went on, my mother met a man that she felt was a good man.
My parents first started off with nothing when they entered the United States from Mexico. My parents did not get far in their education due to problems in their family needing the extra help. They had to work even harder, especially my dad, when they had me to buy a home to live in. They were new to parenthood, new to living on their own, did not speak English that well, and did not have much at the beginning. They worked hard to get where we are at to this very day, they had great discipline, and great work ethic to give me and my family a comfortable living, one they were not able to have as children.
Just like everyone else, I belong to many different communities all with unique features that define them and separate them from the rest. Everyone feels they belong to one community more than the rest. The community I feel the community I belong to the most is the Iranian community in my local area. This community that I belong to frequently have get-togethers and meetings for fun.
When I turned four I was introduced to baseball, the sport I now love. Being on the field opened my eyes to the fact that my father was not present. Every volunteer coach was a dad. " Good job son” or "That’s my boy" would be yelled from the dugout to my teammates but never told to me personally. At that time I decided to turn the absence of a father into action and strive to be successful and help others.
My father decided to send me to the preschool when I was six years old. That was not normal for Iranian society that a family sent their kids to a preschool especially during the revolution in Iran in 1979. I remembered the first day at the preschool, and he was there for very short time then he left. I did not know that I have to cry or I have to play with other kids. I remembered that he always gave me confidence in this sentence that “ You are a man, and a man never cries “.
I have spent 17 years of my age in Iran. I faced with constant religious persecution, unrelenting human right violations such as systematic access denial for higher education, and my home was confiscated. I always have been wondering how a system or a human being can be such self-centered and closed minded without any integrity? Then I remind myself that we all always need to examine our characteristic because it needs “improvement and discipline”, and “Freedom of will and undeviating steadiness of purpose” as mentioned in The Meditations (Aurelius, 1994). I believe that we should live our life in a way that our hero is our self in 10 years.
Lord Ganesha The Applications of Erikson’s Stages of Psychological Development Trust vs. Mistrust (Birth – 1 year) When I was born in this auspicious earth the first face I saw was my parents face. I used to cry a lot and mom usually thinks I’m hungry and feeds me every time when I do so. So I got to know my mom a lot
It was close to midnight when my father would walk in dripping in sweat and with a weary face. I didn’t understand why my dad would work so much on this lands until I started growing up. I seen the amount of obstacles my parents were faced with when the bills would come in. Then, after time of confusion, I realized that what my father cultivated were beans and corn. My whole childhood I had been eating what my father would work on from sunrise to midnight.