Personal Narrative: Immigrants To America

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As a teenager moving to a new country with a different culture, different language, and being thousands of miles away from everyone I grew up with was not an easy change, however, that was precisely what I did in January of 2013 when I came to the United States with my father. My whole world changed since, and shaped my way of thinking. From learning English, adjusting to a new culture, experiencing my first snow and finding my way in my new country, my life has been an exciting adventure.

Coming to America with my parents when I was about 11 years old was a new adventure for me. There were a lot of changes that needed to be made and experiencing new things. I would have to make some adjustment and getting used to the American culture and learning the language they speak. My parents had made a big sacrifice coming to America. Living their home country just so my siblings and I could get a better education and better life. As we all know, life in America is not that easy when you are newbies. As an 11 years old kid, I wouldn't know what to do or how to help my parents when they are going through a tough time. All I do was go to school, come home, and do some reading. 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

Growing up in an immigrant household in America, was difficult. I didn’t live, I learned to adapt. I learned to adapt to the fact that I did not look like any of my peers, so I changed. Adapted to the fact that my hair texture would never be like any of my peers, so I changed. Adapted to the fact that I was not as financially well off as my peers, so I changed. Adapted to the fact that unlike other people who have families of four, I had a family of seven and numerous amounts of close relatives. That my parents, although lived in America for quite sometimes grew up in Nigeria, so English was not their first language so I adapted and changed myself in order to fit into societal standards. I learned to understand and interpret my parents’ native Igbo dialect but left that part of myself at home so that people will view me as the perfect American citizen.

Thousands of people are waiting. Thousands of people are wearing jerseys and talking about their favorite football team, the Green Bay Packers. My family was part of the thousands on August 8, 2015. We had joined one of the many parties where people were excitedly waiting for Family Night at the Green Bay Packers Stadium. I really didn’t care about football at all, but I was still excited to go and watch with my family.

“No pain no gain”, echoes in my mind, as the hot sweltering humid air engulfs my room, baking me in the unbearable heat early one morning, during the summer after my freshman year of college.

More than twelve million immigrants will make their first stop in America at Ellis Island Immigration station in the years ahead between 1892 and 1954, at least that's what we read. Who knew a small island in the New York Harbor would become my life saver ?

Through all the disturbance, brights lights, and traffic, a bus drove past and stopped. She looks at it and seems to have recognized those numbers before. She quickly scrambles in her purse and reaches for the receipt that she was given at the airport. It seemed to have been the same exact number that appeared on the bus. The doors of the bus creaked open and the bus driver motioned for her to go onto the bus. Staring at him with confusion, she just stood there. Anna said, “He actually walked out from the bus and I showed him my paper.” The bus driver lead her to the bus, showing her that this is where she was supposed to go and was then driven to a hotel. Anna did not know it at the time, but she was given a hotel room by the airlines and was given a place to sleep. Since she was an alien to America and understood no english, she did not know what to do in New York. She was all alone thinking that she has no place to go to. As the bus came to a stop, she was led to the hotel door and all the way up to the thirtieth floor. A boy that led her to her room and spent a while showing her all the particular functions of it. She was puzzled by this, but that was the last thing on her mind. Before he left, he stood at the door and politely asked for a tip. She looked at him in uncertainty. He noticed that she did not understand him so he just smiled, waved, and

“Success is no accident. It is hard work, perseverance, learning, studying, sacrifice and most of all, love of what you are doing or learning to do” (Pele qtd. In Soccerlens). Countless people have done amazing things through perseverance. Sonny was an average boy in a mining town, but he started building rockets and learned a valuable life lesson. Through perseverance, you can accomplish your dreams. This theme is shown in the memoir October Sky, and is seen in topics such as, Sonny’s pursuit of education, his rockets, and his relationship with his father.

I used to have this grudges in my heart when everything go hard that would made me wanted to blame my parent. But I can’t because I was not raise to think that way. When I come to America, I was eleven years old and no one asked me if I wanted to come it just happen in a second. I was in a cold place with extended family that I never met before and that one person who raise me and made me feel secure was still back in the country. I had to lived months without her and next thing you know I adapted and convince myself they are doing this because the wanted the best for me. It been ten years since I have not seen Haiti. I miss the smell, the people, the ongoing language, the natural food and the atmosphere. This trip is very important because

Coming from a low income family, living in a small town in India, I learned early on about struggling and surviving those struggles. I watched my parents working day and night to provide for electricity, pay for our monthly school fees so my sister and I can have a better education, and for the future they wished upon for their children. To further enhance this vision, my father decided for the family and I to immigrate to the US. Everything was different in the sense that I changed schools, learned a new language, had to make new friends, and learned the different culture. I had to adapt to a whole new world, which was a little difficult at 6 years old However, when I look back now, I just couldn’t believe how far my family and I had come which I have my father to thank for. If it wasn’t for my father, I’ll still be going to school in India without ever knowing that this other half of the world even existed, because of the rough circumstances we were facing in India. The future wouldn’t have been as bright as it now and I feel truly blessed to have come to a new world which contained many great opportunities.

It’s been nineteen hours since we have left the city. The night was cold and there was a little fog. I could see the ocean below me, I caught a glimpse of something. What is that? *The engine in the plane blows out and the plane begins to fall rapidly.* When I approach the surface I noticed that oil got in the water and a fire started. “I need to get out of here!” as I started swimming away from the fire I see the wing of the plane sinking into the depths of the water. I turn my head and see a tall tower that is white with a glass window at the top. The door was very big and when I open it i felt a breeze of cold wind hit me. There was a long flight of stairs down in a spiral. When I get closer to the bottom I noticed something.

I see the faint shadows of towering, tall trees side by side in the forest. It 's dark out. All the critters are asleep and there are no longer the sounds of angry drivers racing down the nearby highway, or shouts of children on the playground a couple blocks down. The white, fluffy, deep snow makes it hard to walk, and my feet are numb from the cold. I have to squint my eyes to make out what 's in front of me. I can see my breath when I breathe out. I can hear the snow crunching underneath my thick wool boots and fuzzy socks, and can hear the sound of my own breathing. The faint howling of the wind sounds like ghosts swarming the city on Halloween. I notice an old abandoned, dilapidated house far off in the distance, in desperate need for a new paint job. With it’s rickety old

After the funeral, I drove back home without speaking to anyone. When I entered the house, the emptiness of the rooms had suddenly struck me. I made my way towards the cupboard and pulled out some books, and, as I did so, a piece of paper fell out .The paper had a airplane drawn on it and as I looked closely, all it had written on it was ‘Destination Los Angeles’, with today’s date. My mind began to tick over and I rushed into my room, frantically opened my wardrobe, and in there were all of my suitcases. I was ready to leave.

It was a cool, crisp night, but I couldn’t feel it. I was too confident. The line was stretching all the way across the street, so it took about two hours for us to get to the front of the line. When we were about to go in, we handed the worker our tickets. All of a sudden, I heard a huge bang and then a scream from a woman. My nerves jumped up a little bit, and I started to have some second thoughts about going in. However, it was too late, and we were already in. The worker showed my dad, my brother, and I, a long, narrow hallway we were supposed to follow. My dad led the way. We were going along just fine when I felt a rush of air behind me and a huge bang against the metal. I quickly whipped around to see a man dressed as a gnarly