Va in Portuguese is grandma in English. The noun Va holds so much more meaning than the definition to what the word is described as; the mother of one’s father or mother. When I define the noun Va, I define the word as perseverance. My Va has faced many challenges in her life. Va moved from Portugal to America in 1979, her husband had just passed away, she had an eight year old (my father) and a three year old (my uncle) to care for and she did not speak the language.
As a young adult, one of the challenges I faced is bullying. I was bullied in my primary school years, first grade to third, while attending a local school in my home town in Ethiopia. I don’t have a lot of memories from that time frame but I do remember the hardship and constant feel of demotivation. However, I also remember the numerous time my teachers awarded me gift as I would place first in my class. This may be too optimistic but I believe that period of my time was when I understood and found value in my life.
I am a strong believer that not everyone should go to college. There are many reason why I believe this, one of those reasons being that some people cannot pay the tuition costs. Another reason, is that most new college students are not ready for the responsibility or responsibilities of managing their own lives. The third reason is that, some new college students are just not cut out for college. I know that some people out there would say that there are programs that could help students pay for college and help with study for classes but those programs are not always available for all students.
Grant Ciccarello Summer Reading Growing Up Russell Baker The first thing that I noticed when I started reading the book, “Growing up” by Russell Baker was the style in which baker used throughout this book. Growing up is told in first person as an autobiographical memoir from Russell Baker’s point of view. But something that was very unique was how Baker chose to narrate from his mother 's perspective before he was born and when he was a young boy. In addition, he talks about his mother 's relations with Oluf which he was unaware about at the time. "While I was experiencing the routine miseries of childhood, my mother was discovering the Depression."
Growing up, for most people, going to college is not an option- its an expectation. In our society, going to college has become a fundamental part of our education, becoming an adult, and for most people just simply part of our lives. However, as people grow up and experience reality, the realization hits that college may not be as simple as once thought. As much as attending college is expected from the majority of young people, dropping out of college is not. Even with the idealization of the college experience, some students are forced to cut their education short due to a plethora of issues.
One of the hardest days of my life was when I first moved to America. I studied in Canada for one year, but it was totally a different situation that there were teachers who specifically teaches ESL classes, and a host family who was really close friend to my mom. There were people cared about me when i was in Vancouver. But when I moved to America, there was no one that I knew. I had to start everything fresh all by myself.
Once to my mother, once to my father, and once to the rest of my family and friends on Facebook - publically. I was also outed to my grandmother by my mother. I didn 't really know who I was until I started grade 9. From kindergarten to grade 8, I attended the same school. While I was there, I always felt different and I never really fit in - I always felt different and I wasn 't sure what was necessarily different about me.
Both parents died before he was four years old and he was brought up by his grandmother, countessa Russell. Russell was publicly and courageously committed himself on controversial issues, more than once this has meant going to prison. Russell was tutored at home until he was eighteen. Then he entered Cambridge. Until this time his life had been rather solitary, but now a new world opened.
Going to college as a first-generation student does worry me about fitting in and succeeding at college. Since I am the first to attend college I am carrying a lot of weight on my shoulders right now. Not only am I doing this for myself, but making my family proud plays a big major in my life because I will be the first person to start a new life for my generation. I am worried because I am scared of not being able to fit in with my classmates due to the different backgrounds or lifestyles. Being part of the minority group can also affect me since usually people view us differently.
They wanted to give their children the opportunities they never had. With only the clothes on our backs and in hopes of a better life, we came to the United States. The first couple of years we lived in a tiny secluded laundry room, furnished only with a mattress, behind my great grandmother’s house. Education was the most important thing in our family as it would be our escape out of this miserable lifestyle. I was immediately enrolled into school, where I had to walk to because of the lack of transportation.
Hurricane Katrina hit and caused my family to have to relocate to Houston, Texas where we spent almost 2 years being classified as a refugee. Hurricane Katrina was a push factor. Being there made me homesick. 2008 my family and i was able to move back to our hometown into our rebuilt home in Lower Ninth Ward. Being i thought would make me feel better but being the only house on the block at the time didn 't make me happy at all.
With her three-week-old daughter in tow, Emma, she left California and moved back home to New Hampshire six years ago to create a new life. Higgins and her daughter moved in with her family for a year or so. Even with family available during the day to lend a hand, the nights were particularly tough. “There were many nights when I didn’t sleep at all because I was the only one there, and then I would be up all day with her,” said Higgins. “The sheer exhaustion was overwhelming.
I focused on my family that started really young, before I graduated high school, I had my first child and in my early twenties had two more. My high school sweetheart joined the military and supported our family so I raised our children and he helped when he was able to be home. Now jobless and no prospects of finding a new job I did some research and found a program that would send me to school and cover a lot of the costs through JTO (Job Training Office). Getting my foot in the door for that training was a chore. I was actually turned away at first.
This was the first time she’d ever truly been away from her home in Indiana, and it took some getting used to. Even though Pam felt as if she would never get over her homesickness, she eventually did and continued to go to college for 8 years.
While she was living in Iran, her family was composed of her mother and father and two older sisters whom are ten and six years older from her. My interviewee’s father did not immigrant to the USA until ten years later, which caused a lot of trauma in Akadina’s life because she did not have a father figure during her most difficult time, which was her teenage years. While hearing Akadina speak about the structure of her family, it allowed me to see the differences between our families. Akadina was raised for a couple of years in a traditional home were there were a father and a mother. On the other hand, I was raised by a single mother and I have four siblings.