Finally, after nearly 2 weeks of driving we arrived in California.In the beggining, work was hard. My brother, father, and I worked for long hot days in the long fields with many other children,and fathers. Eventually, we started getting the hang of things,but it definitely wasn’t any easier. My mom cleaned and cooked, well Anna made new friends in the camp. It was hard for our family to make the adjustment at first, but after a few weeks,we got into the routine of things.
“Construction began on the first track in 1861 in St. Paul and was completed in 1862.” These railroads, however, were expensive and needed many willing workers and finances to keep it going. During the Panic of 1873, many of the railroads that were built or in the process of building, got shut down. The economy was plummeting and the railroad companies could not keep up with the expenses. One Canadian-born,
I had to walk four miles to get to school. I missed many days to work in the cotton fields, but that was the only way for me to find my love for reading and math. My father? Well, he left us when I was eight or nine (I forget), so that he could go find better opportunities. It was tough on my mother
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.
Now most people would be nervous of moving to a new school, but all we had to do was move through new hallways since our middle and high school are connected. Freshman year was probably the hardest year I've had looking back at it now and shaped me to be who I am today. Back in 2013 my grandpa had passed away from a rare form of lung cancer and my Mina (grandma) was suffering on and off from it, having no one to take care of her my mom would stay at her house 5 to 6 days out of the week and she would go there right after work. I would hardly see my mom except in the mornings before school and by than she would be sleeping after driving home from Danbury at 5am. My dad was hardly around from work and just not wanting to be home.
Her family were of the Mayan Quiche Tribe, a tribe that has no legal rights or protection. She and her family traveled to the coast to work long hour at large coffee or cotton plantation. Condition was hard back then. If children did not work, they would not eat. Her two brothers died, one from pesticides and the other from malnutrition.
My parents want me to earn the highest degree and fulfill my career goals. It was hard for my parents to find a job due to a language barrier, and being an immigrant. Later, my dad found a job, but he was paid less due to lack of experience. It was hard for us to manage the household with single man's income with no prior earnings in dollars. This was the challenging time, because we have to start with $0 bank balance in this unfamiliar country.
I am unaware of the date of my birth, but the only details my admirable mother told me was I was born in the dreadful winter months near the time of Christmas. The awful Jenkin’s Plantation contained over 200 slaves. Because of my bright luminous skin complexion, it was rumored that Mr. Victor Jenkins, the master, was my biological father. My mother and father advised me that those rumors were an inaccurate myth. My parents worked diligently in the cotton fields year round.
Life is too short.” When he returned home, the couple tried to continue their marriage and work things out. Lorrie remembers “So much had happened—there was so much that my dad missed out on—and it took a while to let him back into our lives and accept his authority.” Within a year, the couple divorced. Loretta took 140,000 of her husbands pay during the time he was a POW. She took his two younger kids, his house, his car, and 40% of his future pension. She had to pay back only $1500 of his money, that she spent on trips with other men.
This does imply that the wealthy are directly linked, however there is a little more nuance to the situation. For one there is a very large income gap, the wealthy have their income increase continuously, whereas the average pay for a minimum wage job can’t even support one person living alone. An example would be Sydney and her son Peter, she wasn’t paid enough by her job in Texas to ever save money, so when she lost her job, she lost her house. Not to mention
Challenge Essay Moving into The United States that has a different language has been the biggest obstacle that I have ever faced, especially with the fact that there was a time where I didn’t understand a single word of that language called English. This was a big obstacle in my life since I was raised in Mexico where the prime language, there is Spanish and that was the only language I knew back then, it was until the day had come where my family and I had to move into the United States due to the violence that has been happening in Mexico. I consider those times the most difficult ones of my whole life because I had to work triple than what I normally did in school in order for me to learn a huge complex language. Once I was capable
Four years after that I came to the U.S.A at the age of nine not knowing a single word of English. My family lived with my uncles in a two room house with a total of thirteen people living there. I understood the challenges and sacrifices that my parents were making to bring me to this country. I quickly learned that I would have to work hard to succeed and take advantage of the opportunities my parents came here for. When I started school, I got to meet English-speaking Latinos who helped me immerse in this new culture.