Growing up, my parents couldn 't always afford what I wanted, but I always had food and shelter. My dad’s family brought him to California chasing the American dream. He had to dropout of high school in order to help provide for his family due to economic problems. He was only sixteen having to work in the fields. My dad is currently working as a forklift driver for Driscoll’s where he has been working for over twenty-five years.
Hockey has made me more responsible because on tournament weekends my team always has team breakfasts, lunches, and sometimes dinners. If I know that I have a team breakfast in the morning I make myself wake up in the morning with enough time to take a shower, and get ready to leave for the game right after we eat. Also it’s made me more responsible and on top of my school work. Now at school I always right down my test dates so I never forget when I have a test.
My identity can be defined by moments in my life. Moving to Canada, learning to speak English and going to high school are three major moment in my life. Going through these experience have change the person in me and made me more confident, stronger person and created the person I am right now. Moving to Canada is a big challenge to me because I know almost like nothing about this country plus I have to leaving my family, my best friend behind to start a new life. The day I came to Canada is in December 3rd 2013, I have been terrify about the weather of Canada because it totally different with my back country where is always hot and wet, Canada is cold and dry.
The First Canadian Bullfight When I was looking through photo albums trying to find a picture that meant a lot to my family I saw this one and didn’t even have to look at what it was about, of course I knew what it was about. It’s the bullfights something I grew up with something that has always been an option for me to see with my grandparents on a summer weekend. But then I questioned how it started. How did bullfights come from Portugal to Canada? It’s two very different places, and it took a lot of effort and hard work to bring this culture to my family’s new home.
I want to start my story before I was even born. My dad came to the United States but my mom was still in the Philippines. Then when I was born in the Philippines, my mom took care of me for five years while my dad was working a minimum wage job in the U.S., trying to earn enough money to send both my mom and I to the United States so we could all have a better life, one where we could prosper more due to the opportunities that the U.S. provides. I grew up going to a public school from kindergarten to 5th grade where I met people of different races. When I was in school being in ESL (English as a Second Language) exposed me to even more people of color such as Mexicans, Middle Eastern people, Turkish people, Latinos, and other Asian people.
When I was younger I dropped out of school and I incurred a small amount of student loan debt. The debt I created still exist today, albeit in a much smaller amount, but it still made it tough to jump back into another financial relationship with a college. My first time in college I took every dollar given to me, even though I received a five-year educational grant to attend school. My youth and lack of wisdom led me to take every dollar offered to me and consequently waste it on trivial things.
However, when I was in 8th grade I was stirred to go out and find my own job.. I started working as a waitress in a Cuban restaurant named “El Unico” and had kept the same job for about three years by now. The owner is always very flexible and cooperative when it comes to ensuring my hours do not interfere with school. I work until 10:00 P.M. on Tuesdays and Fridays and from 8:00 A.M-5:00 P.M. on Saturdays and Sundays. It is not an easy job, but I must admit that I love what I do.
Only last year I was faced to live without my mom and brother the closest and precious family. The time was the most difficult moment in my life that year and still lives on with me to this day. For 16 years they were always by my side when I needed them until the start of my third year of high school. The transition from Canada to Texas I thought would be simple and fun. However, what I predicted was the opposite of what would happen.
Although I grew up here in Canada, I was taught by the old tradition ways of my strict Vietnamese parents. Learning their culture and customs made me realize how different people can be. For example, the Vietnamese also celebrate Chinese new years on a grand scale in comparison to our basic new years which occurs at midnight of December 31. They celebrate Chinese new years somewhere between January 21 to February 20 (every year is different) which everything is closed
I came to the U.S four years ago with my family. It was really tough to survive in the U.S without help from community or family. I have been working full-time with a minimum wage to help my parents pay bill and buy some grocery. I also have been taking full-time credit student during last four years. Every day of mine during last four years is working and studying.
Being a first-generation Canadian and when Canada is as diverse as it is, I never got the opportunity to truly connect with my own religion. I realized early on that having that knowledge of diversity provides a competitive advantage in the business environment, as communication and connections are easily built. To accomplish this, I decided to join the International Languages Program in grade 6; however, even with the four years I spent in the program, I never truly built the connection that I had so desired. It was not until grade 12 when I had that opportunity, as David Suzuki Secondary School (D.S.S.S.) introduced its first ever Sikh Student Association (S.S.A.), a collection of numerous Sikhs throughout D.S.S.S. Upon joining this club,