At the age of 7, I remember calling my parents in America through a crackling phone reception. I was born in America, but I spent the first 9 years of my life, living in India with my grandparents. It was a typical experience for most kids, but I believe growing up as a women in India and America has positively shaped the person I am today. My experience of growing up in both worlds has given me experience in facing adversity, opening up to new cultures and a passion to pursue my education. My first day of school in America was confusing, because in India we stayed in the same class all day but in America students changed classes. Staring blankly at my schedule, I looked for the west wing of school surrounded by different styles and attitudes. …show more content…
We talked about how women are treated in our cultures and how educating ourselves will make us empowered. Growing up in India, I watched as girls would get married as young as 18, such as my mom, giving up their education to take care of the household. This was an important moment for me because sharing my experience as an Indian women at this event opened my mind to the experiences of women from other nationalities. Reflecting, I was humbled by the celebration of cultures and the opportunity I was given to become educated in America. I look to continue opening up to new experiences in college to further my own growth as well as my education.
Growing up in India and America has given me the privilege of experiencing two worlds and learning from them. My journey has taught me the importance of being educated and I wish to pursue my education at your prestigious university. I believe, successfully navigating two worlds has given me the skill to be successful in college. As my grandfather always says, Sikhia ate sakhata mihanata saphalata di kuji hana, translated to “education and hardwork are the keys to
Several individuals from different ethnicities, races, and citizenships, compose a society. The United Sates allow us to have a close interaction with numerous individuals from diverse backgrounds. In my own case I have been able to interact with many incredible individuals from all over the world who come from extremely different backgrounds. I am a proud Mexican who cherishes respect towards diversity. Coming from a very suffered country I am able to understand not only what does it means to feel proud to be a Latino, but also I can feel acquainted with the pain and struggle that our community has to face every day.
Many kids do not realize how life is out of the United States. I have experienced a completely new aspect of life outside of an American life into a third world country. Being able to stay there for half of the summer each year as taught me valuable characteristics. The culture experience I had in El Salvador has made me a humble individual, who has become more generous and a thankful person.
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.
“What was it like?” I asked, scrambling to keep up with my aunt. She paused, her tall thin frame standing in the doorway. Dishes lay scattered around us. Dinner had ended hours ago, and everybody was upstairs..
Anxiety, it’s the feeling that came over me when I arrived at the airport to come to America. I was born in Brasil, it was my home. So boy was I shocked when I heard that we were moving to the United States, and I was only six years old. My parents thought we would have a better life here in America because, with all the “opportunities” it offered, it was the place to be. My father flew over one month before I was scheduled to; he planned on getting everything situated by finding a job and a place for us to live.
I can remember it like it was yesterday. My parents left me when I was fifteen years old to go to America. I thought to myself for one year, they left me here to starve, live, and die alone in eastern Europe. When I was sixteen years old I got ready to move to America and start a new life.
Its 1914 and I just got the news that we were finally going to America! We have been waiting for several years trying to save up money and figure everything out. Going to America is almost every ones dream here in Europe. Just like Oscar Hammerston said, “ You gotta have a dream.
Growing up I always knew my mindset was far past my years. The way my mind worked was different and older than those kids around me, so it was no surprise for me to be on my own right from the get go after turning 18. For as long as I can remember I have always done everything by myself especially school related. My parents are Hispanic and speak little English, making me the first person in my family to attend college. My parents brought me to the United States from Mexico at the age of four and I have lived in Oklahoma ever since.
As a kid growing up in middle America, I was expected to conform to societies expectations. This refers to an evangelical Christian and conservative political sets of beliefs that I did not share as an agnostic liberal. I was also proud of my beliefs. At times, this led my papers and opinions to be ridiculed in school and even led me to be forced out of my job at a family owned pizza shop. Even with these negative consequences of living in my small town, I have grown to appreciate middle America even more as I grow personally as a person.
Not in a million years would I have thought I would ever move from my neighborhood in India to another house, let alone another country. If you would have come up to me and said I was moving, I probably would've just laughed at you, blinded by my obliviousness. But sure enough, one day, and I did not see this coming, my mother told me we were moving to the USA. Just out of the blue, no warning, just bam! Luckily for me, I was near a sofa when I heard this news, so I fell down on the sofa, not the ground.
My identity has always felt inextricably linked to what Miami is. A city that is teeming with immigrants, a city with dreams stacked and slopped atop each other, and a city that is living proof of the failed American dream. I say so because of my early observation that generation after generation of immigrants often seemed to stay trapped in dead end jobs; I saw this within my own family – within my grandmother, my aunts and uncles, and even my cousins. Here it was even within my own family tree the deep implicit message that there was no way out of our socioeconomic level. When I made it into an Ivy League college, it was a message that was slowly re-enforced by the fact that my demographic was the most represented in the custodial staff rather than within my own classmates.
Robert H. Schuller once said “Let your hopes, not your hurts, shape your future. ”Growing up in a middle class family, I was a very mundane child; I go to schoolandgo out with friendslike most kids do, I wasn’t very into any sports, I just like playing out door. Meanwhile time passes on, and I was moved to America. Moving to the United State was a new beginning for me; becauseI have to learn everything about their culture. Sport in the U.S is very bigand popularto most people, so I startedto learn about them more and I started havinginterest
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. My parents brought me to America almost 5 years ago to have a better life, and to get a better education.
When I came to America, I had to go through much struggle. First and the most important was that I did not know how to speak English. Apart from this I was very shy, so I didn’t communicate with people frequently. Growing up in America and being a son of two Indian parents, I never felt truly American or Indian. I spoke Punjabi at home, but was educated in English so I had difficulty managing two languages.
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.