Coming from a low income family, living in a small town in India, I learned early on about struggling and surviving those struggles. I watched my parents working day and night to provide for electricity, pay for our monthly school fees so my sister and I can have a better education, and for the future they wished upon for their children. To further enhance this vision, my father decided for the family and I to immigrate to the US. Everything was different in the sense that I changed schools, learned a new language, had to make new friends, and learned the different culture. I had to adapt to a whole new world, which was a little difficult at 6 years old However, when I look back now, I just couldn’t believe how far my family and I had come which I have my father to thank for.
It all started in the summer of 1995 when Slone was born to her parents in Vancouver, Canada. Her mother was a crossfit trainer, and her father was a big-time lawyer. The contrast between her parents made for an interesting childhood. As an only child, she was always figuring out ways to escape her structured life. When she was just 3-years-old, her family moved to Topanga, California, where her dad worked on case.
Being the first generation Asian-Hispanic American, I recognize the importance of being the first in my family in gaining an education. Throughout my youth, I seen my parents work in difficult jobs just to keep food on the table. Especially my mother was an immigrant, arriving to this country at age 16 and her highest education is just a middle school diploma. She struggles in finding jobs due to lack of education, thus she works in jobs that nobody wants such as factories, fields and even traveling across the country as a migrant worker. She would accept any job, no matter how hard it is and how low they pay because she only wants the best for me.
When my dad told me that we were coming to the united states, I was excited but at the same time, I was mad that we were leaving some close family members behind. The people that I was mad about leaving behind were my grandfather, grandmother and my cousins. But I had to accept the fact that my education comes first and with better education comes a better life and that is all I want. Coming to America wasn 't hard at all financially because my dad was already here since he was a teen. So when, we came to America, we stayed with my uncle for about 3 weeks, then we moved to my aunt 's house for about a year.
About 20 years ago my parents came to the United States from Mexico in order to give their children a better life. As I near the end of my high school career I realize now that what they wanted for my siblings and I was a fresh start from poverty and the opportunity to a higher education. While my family and I have faced numerous hardships in the past few years, we have found ways to overcome them and make the best of what we do have. Currently, I live in a single-parent household with a younger sibling. After the separation of my parents, we have found ourselves financially unstable and constantly working to better our instability.
My sister is 13 years old and my brother is 15. As for me, I am the oldest of my brother and sister, which means having to take up responsibility at a young age, and growing up early. Some of the responsibilities that i had to do was taking care of my brother and sister while my parents went to work, i’m the one who read all the important paperwork that would come in. I feel that even though i had to grow up early I received a little more trust when it came to going out with friends. Throughout my whole life I have only did one major move and it was from Concord to Antioch( not a huge distance), I moved when I was 6 or 7, and there wasn 't a lot to miss since I was at that stage where moving was the best part, also I barely to understood what was happening most of the time.
College Essay Rough Draft Moving into a country which is 12,367 km from your home country is a big deal, and it changes your life in many ways. I moved to USA from Pakistan on October 2013, two years ago. I moved here with my mother and brother, while my maternal family lives here for past 16 years. When I came here a lot of things were completely different from Pakistan, but the one thing that keeps me in peace is my family. I got the same kind of love and affection from them as I was used to getting from paternal family.
Each essay I wrote took me several time to write, several drafts which show that I have improve every time I do the drafts to write a perfect masterpiece. I learned a lot of skills and techniques this quarter, which has helped me to improve and progress my writing skills for the future. I will remember the skills, techniques, and tips that professor gave us in this English class for my higher education. For example, all the time that I went to visit professor Sapozhnikov office hours to receive help on my out-of -class essays has helped me to improve, grow, and progress in my writing skills as a writer. Some of the significant changes I have made as I was progressing and growing were to develop a strong thesis to help support my claims as I write my essays, such as facts, observations, illustration, and examples.
In the day and year of my birth on July 27, 1998. I was born in the state of New Mexico though this doesn 't mean that I lived in New Mexico for a very long time. My father Jimmie Herrera and my mother Janethin Herrera, both born and raised in New Mexico, but they didn’t finished high school and so we moved to different places to places until my dad gotten a perfect job with the pay very well that we moved and stayed in a small town in Gypsum Colorado, where I spent my youth for only about fifteen years until we moved to New Mexico on the year 2014. From that time I have lived in Colorado, I did not know of my origins, what to do in the future, and constantly lose my self respect until a climactic event arose during my years in middle school.
Now, remembering how I acted before I am consumed with guilt. I knew my parents tried their best for me, but I was selfish and complained. I realize their hardships and sacrifices they made to make my life better. By the time I started school, there was a disconnect with my peers. I could understand what was being said to me, but I could not communicate.