Personal Narrative: Moving To The American Family

I 'm sure Antonia wouldn 't agree with this definition. Mainly because her and her family had made it to America. They had gotten their own house and farm, but the land and animals were not helping them. They had a hard time just living day to day, as seen by this part of the book "Ántonia and her father came over to our house to get buttermilk, and lingered, as they usually did," they had always been working hard during the entire year, even when the winter was unforgiving and brittle. They worked the entire time.

My family immigrated to Alaska approximately twenty-five years ago. Immigrating to the U.S. was a challenge in many aspects. One of those aspects was residing in a poor living conditioned area and non-influential environment. The other aspect was to deal with racial discrimination at school. However, now that I reflect back, I think the most challenging aspect was not the impoverished living conditions and non-influential environment or the racial discrimination, but an elimination of ‘Family Worship’.

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.

One of the scariest days of my life was the day I brought my first child, Noah home. I can remember getting home and feeling like I had no idea what I was doing. I was exhausted, sore, and scared out of my mind. I remember everyone telling me you just know what to do when you become a mother, but here I was with this little person, and I felt completely lost. I wasn’t able to get breast feeding down, I could’t stop the crying, and I felt the saddest

Such disgrace has allowed for my persona as an intelligent, goal-oriented, and indeed hardworking Mexican-American to evolve. The idea of leaving for college, an idea I was never exposed to and always seemed too far fetched, thankfully has come to light through my dedication to pursue a medical degree. Not only do I want to change the perception of Mexican-Americans’ in this country, I will persevere in assisting those in war-torn countries. Unfortunately, thousands of people have no other option but death due to the lack of medical assistance. Pursuing the ultimate American Dream with the knowledge that many young children are denied the opportunity, for instance, my mother, cia, who due to the lack of resources failed to pursue a nursing degree, has encouraged many Latino-Americans.

This morning already started off on a bad note(1). I didn 't get any sleep last night because the stupid cattle would not stop mooing, annoying little useless animals they are. And I was near about to fall asleep when all of the sudden my owner opens the barn door, and stomps right in and wakes me up(2). I quietly mutter under my breathe ¨today is not going to be a good day(3).¨ Also my ownery didn 't give me the amount of hay I wanted so my stomach keeps growling every five seconds(4). Man being a horse is hard everybody should try it for once in their life just to experience the sensation of misery(5)!

John Robert Lewis was born February 21,1940, Outside of Troy, Alabama. John Robert Lewis had a happy childhood, even though he needed to work hard to assist his sharecropper parents be he chafed against the unfairness of segregation. As I sat down with John Robert Lewis and among my other peers he shared with us everything about his childhood, his job as a sharecropper was to raise the chickens. He did he job very good and he enjoyed raising them chickens. Him and his siblings would gather the chickens all together and John Lewis would preach as of the chickens knew what he was saying.

John Adams, although not as widely known as George Washington or Thomas Jefferson, he has done a lot of work to help America Born on October 30, 1735, in Braintree/Quincy, Massachusetts. His parents were John Adam Sr. and Susanna Boylston Adams. He grew up on his family farm with his two younger brothers Peter and Elihu Adams.

Mother in Mannvile The little boy named jerry told me he had no mother I felt sorry for him because he 's a good respectful young 11 year old boy. The thing that upsets me is that why would the mother of Jerry leave him he is a really nice kid and he honest and respectful boy , Jerry went outside to cut wood even wen I didn 't ask him to do like Jerry cleaned the floor cut wood rake the back yard.

As Elvis Pigsley grew up, Mr. Pigsley realized he was a special little piglet. Elvis didn’t like to roll around in the mud like all his brothers and sisters and he especially didn’t like to eat the slop. Mr. Pigsley would feed Elvis his own bucket of grains each night and he had a special bed made for Elvis so he wouldn’t have to sleep in the mud. Elvis became a teenager and he realized that the barn life

The great Marcus Garvey once said that “a people without knowledge of their past history, origin, and culture are trees without roots”. This quotation has always stuck with me because it validates that, as humans, we all have a story to share. No matter where I go or who I meet, thanks to my story, I have the confidence to embrace who I am every single day. I am a first generation student. Both my mother and father were born and raised in Nigeria and came to the United States in 1998.

Hernandez 1 My American Dream Tapestry A child, the most innocent and most brightest creatures of us all. Never having a care in the world but always looking for laughter, hope, and fun. As a kid we have many friends, all of us sharing the same desire, happiness.

Upon meeting me, not many people know that I am a first generation American. However, they are usually interested in the orgin of my last name. I am in fact Ukranian. Both my parents and my older sister were born in Ukraine. They immigrated to America in 1992 because of religious persecution that they were facing.