He could read at a college reading level in just second grade, but when it came to math he just couldn 't wrap his head around it. When it came to social situations he also struggled; he couldn 't look someone in the eyes, was afraid of any integration with a stranger, and couldn 't be in a crowded place without having a meltdown. All their life my siblings have been defined as odd. The world believes that they should not be given the chances us "normal" people receive. The world has never given them a chance to achieve greatness, it has only pushed them farther behind.
Transitioning to the American life as a ten-year-old child was extremely challenging. I was clueless and did not understand anything. English was painful to learn even though; I realized it must be essential to know it. Philippines was my home moreover, I missed the people, the food, and the places I have visited. School was especially a struggle to me.
Moving to America, at 14 years old, was my biggest challenge because I found it hard to adjust to life in a new country. The food was different, the people were hard to understand, the school was strange—it was like another planet. The difficulty fitting in made me miss England constantly, and I found myself longing to return. After a few months of failing to adapt to my new setting, I started to curiously learn about Buddhism. I read a book written by Steve Hagen titled “Buddhism Plain and Simple,” and found that some of the teachings spoke directly to my situation.
Growing up in America and being a son of two Indian parents, I never felt truly American or Indian. I spoke Punjabi at home, but was educated in English so I had difficulty managing two languages. I spoke Punjabi fluently but was unable to write it. Vice versa, I could write in English, but was hesitant to speak it. I felt like an outsider, not fully embraced by either culture
I learned this from one failure I experienced which I would never want to repeat again. The last year of my stay in the United States, I became depressed. I did not have friends that I could laugh heartily with. I did not do well in my classes. Although I pushed myself to do so, I did not want to go to school.
Hard work and determination always lead to success. In a book called A Long Way Home, written by Saroo Brierley, imagery and internal conflict are used to portray how one’s perseverance contributes to the accomplishment of their goal and success of their future. The author uses imagery to reveal Saroo’s long journey of searching for his home and how he refuses to give up. A situation with Saroo’s girlfriend, Lisa, shows how determined he is when he says “I went out with Lisa sometimes, of course, but the moment we got home I was back on the computer. Sometimes I caught her looking at me strangely, as though she thought I might have gone a bit crazy.
There were storms that made me want to give up, but no matter how horrendous the thunders were, I kept moving forward. These complex junctures were where I thought I could not continue advancing, but I had professors who had gone through comparable struggles and had achieved their intent, showing that I could as well. NCC made possible to defeat my struggles. When I struggled academically, the tutoring center always had someone to help in improving my grades. When I struggled financially, Norwalk Community College Foundation lightened my financial burden, enabling
Her point is that talents will not improve unless used in situations that, although may be difficult, will improve and open up more opportunities. Despite this letter is written to her son, the point she tries to prove to her son is a philosophy that should be lived by in life. As she says in the letter, “the habits of a vigorous mind are formed in contending with difficulties.” The struggles and toils everyone experiences in life are part of the never ending learning process that is required in life. Even though these difficulties may be a pain, your own character and talents will never improve if the these struggles did not
I arrived in this country thinking I was going to be in the most challenging classes and be at the top but reality smacked me in the face the first day I entered eighth grade. To my disadvantage the counselors did not care about my previous grades in Puerto Rico. Seeing that my parents were only able to speak Spanish, the school deduced my English was not well-developed enough and consequently I was placed in English-language learner (ELL) classes. After testing me in reading, writing, and hearing I was
I’ve never been great with words, I could have this amazing idea but for some reason I could never get my point across in a meaningful way. My history with literacy goes a little something like this … growing up I didn’t have the best education to start off and this had a huge impact on me. I believe a reader and writer is truly shaped by their adolescent learnings and this was an area I really feel like I lacked, Although I never felt very good at reading or writing there were a select few novels and topics that I really enjoyed writing about. I always dreaded English class, not because I don’t like it or because I wasn’t interested in the book we were reading for class at that time. It had more to do with how low my confidence was with reading
My family came to United States of America two years ago, and everything was new to me. The United States was very new to me; therefore, I had to learn everything from the beginning. Once I came to the United States, I started realizing there are many differences between two countries the United States and VietNam in which I was born. New environment, new culture, and the language is the biggest issue. One of the most differences is transportation.
New Beginnings People come to America for new opportunities, for a better life, after all it is the land of the free and the home of the brave. However I never envisioned I would ever come to America. At the age of 8 my life changed forever. My mother wanted to leave our life behind and move to an unfamiliar country. I was shocked when my mom told me we be would coming here I remember feeling helpless and confused.
For me it was hard to understand the language and the writing and in there you have to learn the language. When I was a kid my parents taught me the language and writing. But we did not read any books at all and it was not good for me. And it was fun to learn my language but I’m forgetting the language. In Minnesota when I come the language was hard and it was not easy at all.
The final decision was made when I began dating my current fiancé. I was already reflecting on my decisions that had lead me to begin the paperwork process, but having a boyfriend outside of my religion forced me to make the final decision. Going on a mission meant leaving home for eighteen months and virtually putting my life on hold. I would be sent anywhere in the world that was considered safe to travel for Americans, and the only communication I would maintain with home had to be through whether email or snail mail, depending on the area, once a week. Not only that but at the time I also had no place to call home, no job, degree, or even work experience so that I could hope to find a job when returning home.