Ever since I was young, I knew that my mother did not have it easy when she came to America. She was a strong single mother, who could not speak English, living in a foreign land. Knowing that my mother had sacrificed everything she had in hope of establishing a better future and life for me, I had to repay her. My mother used to be a nail technician inevitably she had to endure ignorant remarks from customers simply because she could not speak English. In addition to her suffering, her constant back pains at night made me want to alleviate all of her pain, sadly, all I could do was offer her heat patches. I could not imagine how lonely my mom must have felt since she left her whole family behind in Vietnam. Witnessing my mother endure such hardship, I felt like it was my duty as her daughter to diminish her suffering. The dream that my mom often fantasized about was of me having a stable career. My long-term goal is to be financially stable so that I can take care of my mother, but, first I must successfully attain a job. However, before I can acquire a job, I must attend college to obtain my Bachelor of Science degree in psychology. …show more content…
Being an Asian immigrant, I never felt like I fitted in anywhere. For most of my life I’ve been caught up in between who I really am and how I’m perceived. In between categories and definitions, I don’t fit in. When you don’t fit in you’re forced to see the world in different angles and point of views, you gain knowledge and life lessons from different people and places. Those lessons for better or worse shaped me into who I am today. The realization of who I am, motivated me to be a figure for those who need guidance. Since I will be attending college, I hope to, with my Bachelor of Science degree in psychology, become a therapist to lend a hand out to those who are
My parents are Vietnamese refugees that fled Vietnam after the war. My sister and I were born and raised in the Philippines for 11 years. I can speak Tagalog, Vietnamese and English. I graduated this year from University of Washington, receiving a Public Health degree. I like helping people especially immigrants because I am one myself
First generation immigrants sacrifice their adulthood in search of a better life for their family and for future generations to come. My father came from Peru to support his family. He was the first person in his family to come to America. He works in road construction from morning until night so that my family is supported. The desire to repay both of my parents is the belief that guides my life.
I was born in Guadalajara Jalisco and raised on a small ranch called Atemajac de Brizuela. My dad left when I was small kid, but came back when I was three years old. One year later my sister was born. Once my sister was born my dad decided to come to the United States because he knew that he had better opportunities here than in Mexico. Four years after that I came to the U.S.A at the age of nine not knowing a single word of English.
This autobiographical essay will define my experience as a Dominican immigrant living in New York City. Being an American citizen with a Dominican background are extremely relevant to the process of political socialization. My family background is founded on the principles of democratic values, which taught to me by my mother and father. In New York City, I found a “melting pot” of different immigrants that allowed me to feel more accepted as a Dominican living in the United States. More so, these aspects of the socialization process provided a foundation for my belief in democratic values throughout my life.
Growing up in an immigrant household in America, was difficult. I didn’t live, I learned to adapt. I learned to adapt to the fact that I did not look like any of my peers, so I changed. Adapted to the fact that my hair texture would never be like any of my peers, so I changed. Adapted to the fact that I was not as financially well off as my peers, so I changed.
Everyday I walk into my English class is the moment I experience an identity crisis. As I approach the entrance to the class, I already detected the dichotomy in the room. On the right side lies the Caucasian students, and on the left, resides the International Chinese students. As the only Asian American in the class, I struggle to select the correct side. Being an Asian American can be conflicting sometimes; especially when you 're born in a predominately Caucasian town, but raised in a stereotypical Asian family.
Dr. Guzman, When I heard about UCARE program at UNL, I was very intrigued with the idea of getting to explore, learn, and experience something new, especially getting to journey with a mentor/faculty. Then, when I found this research on parenting experiences of Asian Americans, immediately I knew I wanted to be a part of it. I am Asian myself, therefore, I would like to learn more about my culture and ways in which parenting styles are affecting society. When it comes to family and cultural aspects, I get very excited about obtaining knowledge and understanding toward my own identity. I am currently involved with the youth at a Vietnamese parish.
Coming from a low income family, living in a small town in India, I learned early on about struggling and surviving those struggles. I watched my parents working day and night to provide for electricity, pay for our monthly school fees so my sister and I can have a better education, and for the future they wished upon for their children. To further enhance this vision, my father decided for the family and I to immigrate to the US. Everything was different in the sense that I changed schools, learned a new language, had to make new friends, and learned the different culture. I had to adapt to a whole new world, which was a little difficult at 6 years old
During my time spent volunteering in there different community involvement endeavors I got a much stronger connection to people of ethnic diversity, people of color, but also their struggles which my seem different from my own but at the core set us all back. Primarily I chose giving much of my time to Saint Mary 's childcare because of the posting I saw on volunteer.com and how it was worded " I need of childcare to watch children while the parents make tamales to fundraise for extracurricular school activities" The post suggested that being bilingual would be helpful but not a necessity. Having grown up in a community with heavy amounts of immigration from Mexico I welcomed the familiarity of this type environment. Since coming to OSU the diversity has increased in meeting people from my own ethnic background and also people from the Middle East, but there were very few Hispanic people to what I had always been accustomed to. After working with the children and parents at Saint Mary 's I have found that the issues that face Mexican American in Southern Oregon, where I 'm from, and Central Oregon vary.
My immigrant experience started one year ago, during my senior year in high school with my parents we decided that I will go abroad for college. I looked at lots of universities from different countries China, England, United States and Canada. I had a preference for Canada specially Montreal because of the French language we share, on top of that my uncle was living there. However, I did not apply because my father was against that idea, he did not like the weather and convince me to choose United States. I did not have any idea where to go in the United States, I used to spend hours on my laptop looking for universities.
Different cultures have always been something that brought a large amount of interest to me. Learning the way of life about someone else allows me to have an open mind and enables me to accept others, regardless if they are different. The Ethnic experience that I chose to do was a face to face interview with a close friend that I was given the chance to meet here at The Fort Valley State University. The person I interviewed was Olamikunle Onikosi, Ola (As we know him). The interview ran for about an hour and it was conducted using the question and answer technique.
My life has constantly been changing since I was two years old just because of three words. “I’m being deployed.” These words are life altering and being told that phrase as many times as I did growing up, I knew the familiar waves of emotion all too well. I could recognize the words before they even formed out of my dad’s mouth. Being able to understand that a deployment isn’t just a short trip overseas, its months, maybe more than a year of being away from home.
I have watched her be the leader of our family and face every challenge we have encountered calmly and gracefully. When my oldest brother got sick, when my dad fell 20 feet and broke multiple bones, when my middle brother tested her, and when I struggled with my own challenges – my mother was the voice of reason, the voice of compassion, and voice of hope that kept us all moving forward together. She may still struggle with her confidence and self-worth but she has instilled that in my brothers and I, along with empathy, kindness, and the ability to always find the
I am the first generation born in America of Cambodian and Vietnamese descent. I am also the first of my generation to go to college. In the future, I will become someone for my siblings to look up to, someone my parents can brag about, someone I will be proud of and have a mark. I grew up poor. Because of my parents and their families being refugees and living in the depths of North Philadelphia, they were looked down upon, “out of sight, out of mind.”