In the past 19 years of my life, I have never had to fix anything major by myself that came across my way without the help of my parents. My parents have always worked their hearts out in order for my brother and I to come to the United States in order for us to have a better life than the one we had in Iraq. I did come over hurdles in life, but I was only able to cross them because of my parents’ support. I was dependent on them, but all that changed once I started attending college. I was stranded in this new town without any strings that tied me to people.
For their first job, they had to clean hotels and worked for eight to sixteen hours every day. The difficulties my parents went through made my brothers and I realize what great a parents we have. They moved to a country completely strange to them so that we could get a better education. This made me develop great respect and love for my parents. It changed my attitudes drastically, from negative to positive thoughts.
As a child I was very fortunate to have a family like my own; my parents were truly happy and wholly in love. I was incredibly close with my siblings and still am today despite our little fights. Along with being close to my siblings my father and I had a great relationship; most people who knew me would have considered me a “daddy’s girl”. Growing up my father was remarkably proud of my grades and who I was becoming as a person. Oftentimes he would brag about me to anyone who listened.
A child’s first love is usually their parents. As children, we grow up believing that our parents know everything, and we strive to be just like them. The essence of who they are and the mere fact they gave us life brings about some degree of admiration. Even those who are not fortunate to have one or both parents in their life still hold an emotional connection to them. In the poems “Accents” by Denice Frohman, and “The Sign In My Father’s Hands” by Martin Espada, express a deep admiration for their respective parent living as immigrants.
I began English 101 as a mediocre writer, I am leaving English 101 with a few more skills, the potential, desire and most importantly the resources to become a great one. One of my biggest challenges was always grammar; still is, in fact. I remember in elementary school, being taught commas were when a person took a breath or break in sentences. So I always wrote paper how I spoke aloud and added commas when I felt I
When my husband, Joe and I had to short-sale our home it gave us an opportunity to re-evaluate our life goals. Packing to move brought many discoveries of forgotten ideas and plans that we put on hold to raise our three daughters. We had been married for seventeen years and were curious about moving out of California. We had always talked about moving to Oregon so I got started on the research. Two months later, Joe and I drove up to visit Eugene because it seemed to be the right fit for our family.
My family members always support my decisions and listen to what I have to say. At times, I do lean on them for support though and ask their opinions because I want to be the best person I can be. The one group in life that I will always belong to is my family. All four of us are different in our own ways, but are able to look past our differences to unite as
However, these barriers affected my personal character by making me a hardworking, mature and manageable person. First, I was challenged academically in the school. Being an immigrant, I have to always prove myself with my ability to read, write and speak fluently in English. English is my second language, but I attended English school since Kindergarten(in India), therefore, English language was not a problem for me. Therefore, I was given regular, pre-Ap, and AP classes with other students.
I never talked to anyone in school and not that much at home either. During my parent-teacher interviews from pre-school up to grade 4, my teachers never had concerns with me academically, but they would ask my mom if I had trouble speaking. I never had trouble speaking, I was just a very reserved child with low confidence. However, after coming to Canada, I felt like I had no choice but to fit in and start making friends and today I still have a long way to go in developing my confidence and social skills, but I can safely say I am a much more confident person than I was five years ago. I love travelling, and I think I get that from my mom.
I have many amazing people in my life that push me to do what they know I can and want me to do what makes me happy. My family is my main support system and I am very thankful for that. My parents and brother always motivate me to be whatever I want to be
It wasn’t exactly a concrete decision, but it was something that I had readily accepted as a fact. I later learned that I was actually supposed to go to another school in the district, but I remained resolute. When the school year began, I entered 8th grade at a local K-8 charter school. Moving to a new school is hard for anybody, but going into a smaller school with social anxiety disorder felt like a death sentence. Everyone there had been with each other for years, and on top of that, I had