For instance, the kids do not have the best education, house equipment, clothing and so on. For me, I have everything they could imagine to be honest and perhaps even the adults as well. I am supremely grateful for the multiple freedoms that they rarely have. I get to stay out late and enjoy a day out with my friends when the kids in El Salvador have be in doors by evening due to gang activity and murders. Most of all I am thankful for my mother.
Everything began about 12 years ago in El Salvador. When my father left El Salvador to come here to the United States, leaving my siblings, my mother, and me in El Salvador to give us a better life. Since that moment, when I saw my parents, working arduously every single day to try to get us out of poverty, to have better life conditions for me and my brothers; I knew that I had to become a professional to help my parents and reward them for all the effort and sacrifice that they have done for me. Years later, I started to wonder how engines, computers, and every type of machines work, and after going deeper into the topic, I felt fascinated in knowing how complex things work. From that moment I knew that I have to become an engineer.
How does my learning impact my learning experience during high school? What I reflect in my learning experiences that it was not bad, but I think could have better because if I weren 't paying attention than I think that I know I was able to do something that allowed myself to make my parents proud. And how in my junior years I was able to pass all of my class by making all effort that I have ever done by not going with my friend, doing my work asking questions of something that I did not understand also I would be more focus than I ever been during my high school
Besides, school wasn't that easy for me because I didn't know English and I couldn't communicate with the people around me nor the teachers. I was the only kid who looks different in my class and has no ideas what the teacher is talking about. It was uncomfortable for me to be around my classmates, but everyone in the class seems to be nice to me because I was the new kid. They didn’t have problems with me and I didn’t have problems with them. As time goes on, I began to feel
I feel so grateful to say that in every place I have lived I have found life-long friends that could make any place feel like home. Upon reflection of the several amazing friendships I made growing up, I realized these connections were a sisterhood. We love, support, and motivate each other in every
It never got too bad, but it was the end of the world for my grandparents. They blamed the American culture. My grandmother was a bit dramatic, cursing the day she set foot in America. She never really felt at home here. While her children were learning to understand American culture, she was stuck in a small apartment alone, this time she didn 't even have her mother-in-law to keep her mind busy.
Going through every security checks and bag checks, I anxiously waited until it was my turn. There were thousands of people standing at the baggage claim waiting to claim their luggage and others were rushing to the gate to catch their flight. I happened to be one of those people. Sitting in the cold lounge, waiting for my flight to El Salvador to arrive, all I could think about was my mother’s last words before she said goodbye. Her exact words were “I promise, I will be there soon.” Maria Morales- my mother did not come to El Salvador until eleven months later.
Yet it was nothing compared to the 6+ hours these kids have been at school every day. Nobody ever says anything good about school, especially in middle school which most of my friends were, so I was very nervous about the whole idea to say the
Home Me, my brother and my parents have only moved once. My first home was an enormous 3 floor house in Lauro de Freitas, there I lived for the first 10 years of my life. I loved living there but we had to move because school and work were too far away from home. We went from living in a large but insignificant house in a small city to living in a 37-floor building in a 6 building condominium in Horto Florestal in the city of Salvador, we became more insignificant than a fish in the middle of the ocean. Even though I miss my old house, I am sure this one will be just as memorable.
I am approximately three thousand miles away from my home. I am originally from El Salvador, one of the smallest countries in the world and, like everything, it has its pros and cons. Some people recognize El Salvador (ES) as a place where violence is its language, conversely, some people identify ES as a place where there are hard workers and people of great hearts. Approximately two years ago, on September 15, 2015, I left my country to come to the United States, a country that opened its arms to welcome me. An important fact is that on September 15th is the Independence Day in ES, and salvadorans celebrate our independence wearing white and blue colors, and doing folk parades, which was really emotional for me to leave my country in that specific day.