Mom and Dad were with me as we waited for my teacher to come to the office to retrieve me. When she arrived, she was kind and asked me to follow her back to her classroom. I said goodbye to Mom and Dad and followed my new teacher, the timid anticipation bubbling up inside me again. The room was empty because the other kids were finishing up their recess so my teacher, Mrs. Jaeger, introduced me to the morning work that the class did every morning. I was working on that when the students started walking into the classroom.
“Making it in America” , written by Adam Davidson, shows the American Dream is not viable. Through the main character “Maddie” whose American dream is “owning her own home, to take her family on vacation to the coast, to have enough saved up so her children can go to college”, thus she works hard and tries her best to become one of the advanced Level 2s. However, the truth is there is an impassable gulf between Level 1 and Level 2 about the skills or knowledge of computer-programming and maths. The difference of the slavery is like the distinction of “unskilled” and “skilled”. Because of the lack of training past high school, what Maddie could do is welding machine, which robotic machines can also do like her or even better than she.
When my dad told me that we were coming to the united states, I was excited but at the same time, I was mad that we were leaving some close family members behind. The people that I was mad about leaving behind were my grandfather, grandmother and my cousins. But I had to accept the fact that my education comes first and with better education comes a better life and that is all I want. Coming to America wasn 't hard at all financially because my dad was already here since he was a teen.
I tried my best to wake up early to learn new vocabulary and try to speak so people can understand. It was hard for me because people were laughing at me for having an accent and couldn 't speak well. I stand up and started to learn every day, finding a good friend, and fighting for the right that I must
Becoming a us citizen of us from the time that I was in high school, I though in getting the citizenship through my mom,but I noticed that she was really scared of applying, so I didn 't bother her and chose to wait the require time to apply by myself after two years of waiting, I stared the process and the fist step was filling the application in Internet, second was taking the on us office and last was taking an oath, after all this steps finally I got my citizenship. When I stared applying with the us citizen office, I was eighteen years old and I was really scared and nervous of the process, But that dint stop me from starting the application. So I decided to fill the application on line with all my information and paying all the fees with my moms credit card, after that I had wait for one month and a half and while that I felt that the waiting time was taking for ever, but when I got the letter it makes me feel better knowing that they received my information and
A) Develop a sequence from the last time Wilbur encourage and rewarded Quaiesha for positive behaviors B) Evaluate the sequence and develop strategies and techniques to help change Wilbur outlook on the situation A, B) Wilbur developed a sequence from the last time he encourages Quaiesha and her behaviors changes from positive to negative. Wilbur explained Quaiesha was doing very well in school and she was working. When he decides to talk to her and tell her he was proud of her. The next day she went to school and was in a verbal altercation with her teacher.
Having a combination of what we learn since day one through all the semester and adding all or some of the topics on future projects was an outstanding way to keep learning not only the previous topics but the new ones we touch during school time. Sharing in class our progression was awesome because it showed us how behind or ahead we were with our work, but the most important the extra help or feedback we got from other students. I personally think it was worth the time we spent in class since I always went home after each day of class knowing that I had learned something knew in my life and that I will be using in my
As my mother announced that our family was migrating to the United States, I entered a state of shock and excitement. I was filled with joy knowing that I was moving to foreign, that is a common slang we would say when anyone from Jamaica is moving to another foreign county. At the time I was about eleven years old, so I had no idea the major culture shock that was awaiting me. As I started to get acquainted with my new surroundings, one of the things I struggled with was school and even to this day, I still continue to struggle.
As I saw the world of America as soon we landed, I knew that I had an opportunity to succeed if I tried my best. My mom, my dad, my brother; no one knew how to speak English. We had to get help from my aunt to find a house and fill in the application for attending school. I attended Strawberry Point Elementary School in San Francisco without knowing any English. I was scared, yet determined to succeed.
When it was my first day of school it felt weird going in there and not knowing everyone. Another solution is to face my shyness because my shyness has affected me to not hang out with people. When my friend left to Glendora I felt sad. Because he taught me so much that will not be forgotten. The lessons that I have learned is to go out there and try to make friends.
The second to last day of middle school my 8th grade english teacher, Mr. Kalbach, went around the room, and told my peers how he saw them change, grow, and learn throughout the school year. He saved me for last, I did not find it awkward since I was the last one sitting in his rotation. When Mr. Kalbach got to me he said, “Ramses, I wish I was more like you in High School,” I felt overwhelmed when he said that obviously, but at the time I did not realize how much that statement meant. The next day was 8th grade graduation; I walked up on stage to receive the award for third place class ranking.
Growing up in America as a Chinese immigrant, I was puzzled about my identity for quite some time. Was I Chinese, Chinese American, or a Chinese in America? Never had I thought the arrangements between two or three words can be so controversial and disconcert. My life was an empty canvas, depressed and uncommitted. It was tough to not have the same type of name as most of my peers, it was tough to learn English, and it was tough to live with an absence of a true identity.