We had to grow up quickly and understand what was going on around us. I knew we lived in a depressed environment, but I didn’t have any connection to anyone outside of our communities that could confirm or deny our situation. I can recall one spring when my mother’s Uncle Puddin came from New York to visit us. He talked about many things that was new to us. When he left, my oldest sister who was on school break went to spend the summer of ‘62” with him and his wife.
When I moved to America my senior year, I had a notion about the efforts I had to put into reaching American collegiate standards. After all, I just moved from Yemen, no matter how much I was able to prepare for the States, I was still working with ambiguous requirements. Nonetheless, having to take the SAT’s, some AP’s, and fill my resume with extracurricular was hrelatively hectic, but manageable. Essentially, after nine months, I was able to grow a sense of what it took to get into an American college. However I was reminded I couldn 't be picky.
Freshman year came along and I wanted to attend Sullivan High School. I wanted to come back to my hometown, I was just missing the people I started it all out with in the beginning. My dad and I had all of the paperwork finished already to go for me to attend Sullivan High School in August, but my mom refused and wouldn’t budge to let me go. She didn’t want me going to Sullivan, she wanted me to stay with all of my new friends I had made at Owensville. She thought my best bet would be to stay and proceed to go to OHS.
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.
Last summer, my family decided to move to Oregon from a small town in Maine. Throughout high school, I was motivated to try new things. Nevertheless, moving across the country to a school where I knew no one would be the biggest change I ever endured. I was terrified of the unknown. It felt like I was going to a party I wasn’t invited to.
It dawned on me that I had to choose who I love more and that’s not the way I wanted my decision to be based on. To avoid the constant arguments and agonizing questions, I chose to dorm here at College of Staten Island. It seemed ideal since I have classes here anyways, I’d avoid taking transportation, and I wouldn’t have to choose just yet who I wanted to live with. The day finally came in August, when I had to move into the dorms. It became another huge transition from living with parents to living alone with random
Growing up, my parents pushed me to do my best in school; I didn’t question it much, although looking back, I recognize that schooling is a vital component to be successful in life. I will be attending UNR this fall, the first in my family to do so. Being a first generation college student, my parents cannot provide any information regarding college classes, scholarships, or tutoring. I’ve worked diligently throughout high school but I cannot venture into college blind; TRiO would be a highly beneficial program enabling me to reach my potential in college. TRiO offers helpful opportunities that will be the cornerstone to my education, such as tutoring, study skills, and advice on class schedules.
My father has recently become unemployed, and my mother is still recovering from surgery as I write this essay and is also unable to work. I know my parents support my decision to study abroad, but they must prioritize the day-to-day needs of my siblings and their medical bills, and as such they cannot possibly afford to aid me financially. Unfortunately, I have continued to put off participation in international education because of financial hardship. I distinctly remember during the fall of my freshman year of college not being able to afford a one-week international exchange program. I felt devastated as I wrote an email to the program director saying that I wanted nothing more than to participate but I did not have the monetary means to finance my voyage.
AVID an education opportunity An educational opportunity that I have taken advantage of is AVID (Advancement Via Individual Determination) a program geared to help students get to college and to prepare them for college, influenced me to take charge in my education and my path to college. I started AVID as a 8th grader. As a first generation bound college student; I felt lost. My family had no previous experience with college so they would not be able to help me. I felt like all the weight of school and college was on my shoulders, a 14 year old left seeking opportunities that would help achieve the American dream “college”.
Sticking true to this, I decided in my junior year that when I graduated from high school, I would go to college in New York City. Even before visiting, I romanticized everything about the city, and no Law & Order: SUV episode or horror story about New York could take my sights off of the city. Going to college in New York is my chance to experience a big city, and to experience new things. Most people do not enjoy change, and will even do anything to resist it, but I am not one of those of people. Falling into constant routine for me becomes dissatisfying, and my need for change is reflected in my enthusiastic attitude about moving almost a thousand miles away from home.
My first year in the United States is probably the only year of my life that I wish had never happened. I was struggling with learning English, being familiar with the American culture, and finding friends. In the first six months, I had to ask my teachers and classmates to repeat themselves in order for me to understand what they were saying. I was very embarrassed, but I did not have any other choice. I felt under a huge pressure because my parents wanted me to make all A 's and I felt like I owe this to them because the only reason we moved here was for my brother and I to have the opportunity to study in this country and become successful doctors and make our future bright.
School School has always been my escape; it is a way for me to leave reality and be productive in something I am sure will one day change my life entirely. Graduating from high school was a step I was always afraid off, I was aware of college was around the corner and I was not sure how I would come up with the money to pursue my career in Marketing and Graphic Design. Financially, I had no help, whether it was from the college I decided to attend or from my parents. I concluded that the only way for me to attend higher education, was to pay out of pocket, as no matter how hard I attempted to search and apply for undocumented/DACA student scholarships, I was never awarded any. As a young child, I have enjoyed the idea of selling products