Hi Mrs. Choy, In respond to your questions, I must say I may have the generic immigrant story for you to read. Although I hate to admit such story, that 's how I was raised and am quite thankful, for I can look at the world at a wider spectrum. Also, I cannot see myself reply plainly to the questions and wrote you a somewhat detailed description of myself. Leaving Viet Nam near the end of 2009, I missed some school and fell behind the competitive Viet Nam education since the system in the U.S. is two degrees lower. Feeling compressed inside, I had no friends or connections to the home country at the time, and eventually I fell into depression.
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.
As a child I would always see my parents work hard for every dollar they made. When I reached my teenage years I realized that it was because they were immigrants to this country and took whatever job opportunity they could find. I also came to realize that I was an immigrant, and that life was tougher for not having the proper documentation. This year I fell into the biggest hole of my life. I learned that I was not going to get financial aid because of my legal status and my mother was also diagnosed with a tumer last month.
My family seemed to always be on the unjust side of things. In 2014 both of my parents lost their jobs. While my dad regained work quickly my mother did not. Though she was previously only earning minimum wage it was a boost of income our family needed. My brother was in need of double valve transplant shortly after my parents job fiasco, but we were unable to to pay for it.
I too had already given up on the idea that I was going to college. The discovering age as Gonzales describes it completely disoriented me; I was no longer feeling the same aspirations because everything I had set my goals on was being questioned because of all my limitations. I’m currently 23 turning 24 soon and I feel that I’m already at the coping age. I see all the effort I have put into school, but is it really going to pay off or will my options continue to be limited. After experiencing this my perspective towards my family didn’t change drastically, but before there was no sense of pride, which could be because I was younger and didn’t understand.
I have had tough hope once, I had to move to a different state and start to get used to the new place. Moving was hard and took a long time to move everything to our new house. My new house was hard to get used to because it was different and I wasn 't used to it which made it hard to sleep and I had to leave my friends behind and I would have to find new friends. Making new friends was hard because I would be alone until I found new friends and I would have no one to talk to so I would be very quiet. Usually I would always be talking to a friend and I am only social with friends.
Throughout my life, in moving around from state to state, I 've come to the realization that it has negatively impacted my social life more than I would have assumed. Moving around continuously while still in grade school, promisingly makes it suck to have no choice but to be the new kid every year. Going from school to school has gradually made me socially awkward/picky in making friends because, I become hesitant in making friendships that just may only last for a year rather than it be long-lasting. Consequently, I’ve always thought to myself that I would never gain a lifelong friend that I’d grow to visit often and have a great relationship with after graduating. Though I thought that way often, in my junior year of high school, I seemed
Moving away for college had always been a dream for me. However, my parents were not keen to that dream. I am a first generation college student, and the youngest in my family. Moving away for college was possibly one of my parents’ worst nightmare. Growing up near a college town, my parents hoped that moving away would not be necessary.
My primary goal for attending college is to be financially fit and also use the knowledge I’ve gained to help underprivileged youth achieve their goals. I come from a poor background where I have struggled to make ends meet. I didn’t receive any scholarships to attend college after high school so I skipped it. The cost of college is a burden that I couldn’t have taken. I used the motivation of when I took time away from school surrounded by people in situations I never wanted to be in.
That was one of the common mistakes I was always afraid to make as a warrant officer. Warrant officers would switch over, revert back to their comfort zone, and couldn’t let go of their noncommissioned officer roots. As a new warrant officer I hesitated for a while when I arrived to my first unit because I didn’t want to be that guy. You wouldn’t believe the way I was initially treated by the other Soldiers and NCO’s. Once the commander started to empower me and I started achieving results, that all eventually changed really quickly.