Raised all my life in Puerto Rico and then transferring to America was a great challenge. I had to overcome various difficulties in order to adapt to new ideas, cultures, and lifestyles. One of the obstacles I encountered was adapting to school. Since I was five my parents wanted me to imbibe the English language in order to have an exceptional future filled with opportunities, but when I arrived all my hard work in learning English did not seem to matter at my middle school. I arrived in this country thinking I was going to be in the most challenging classes and be at the top but reality smacked me in the face the first day I entered eighth grade.
Expectations My mother believed you could be anything you wanted to be in America. You could be a engineer, or you could do something in the medical field such as a doctor. She believed you could do anything if you set your mind to it and worked hard. “You did it wrong, you aren't even trying, you're going to have to restart.” my mom said to me as I was redoing my math for the third time that day. “If you don't get the basics down tonight, you’ll have to do this tomorrow also.” My mom went to America because of the American dream and more opportunity She arrived in America at Oregon during 1991 after leaving Vietnam.
They wanted to give their children the opportunities they never had. With only the clothes on our backs and in hopes of a better life, we came to the United States. The first couple of years we lived in a tiny secluded laundry room, furnished only with a mattress, behind my great grandmother’s house. Education was the most important thing in our family as it would be our escape out of this miserable lifestyle. I was immediately enrolled into school, where I had to walk to because of the lack of transportation.
”It was very shocking, but it gradually became more comfortable.” “I’m pretty comfortable,” said Ellison Girod, another student optimistically beginning her first year at Conifer. ”I know a few teachers already and I really like it here, so it’s a lot easier. It seems a lot better than middle school and I feel like [the school year] is going to go well.” Skirting the Commons are teachers, waiting excitedly with large, welcoming smiles as they watch their new pupils fill the commons. Just like the Freshman, many of these teachers are nervous to start their first year at Conifer High School; to teach their new students; to make an impression. “This will be my first year with Conifer; my second year teaching,” said John Shipley, the newest member to Conifer High’s athletics department.
My family and I moved from Indonesia to the United States in July 2010. Since I came to this country, my goal was to speak English fluently. I learned the basics of the English in Indonesia before moving here, but it still did not prepare me when I enrolled in a local middle school. Due to my physical disability, I did not have the courage to talk to my classmates nor teachers; I was afraid of being ridiculed. However, my teachers insisted me daily to speak with my classmates in order to practice
When I was fourteen, my parents told me that we are moving to the USA for my bright future. We were sponsored by my aunt and uncle in this new world. Education in India, especially with a dream of becoming a Doctor, is expensive. My parents want me to be a successful doctor, but financial crisis was our barrier. I came to America in the search of opportunities and a successful future.
Since I was a little kid I grew up in Mexico a Spanish speaking country where I had lots of friends, and felt happy thinking that my life would never change. But as soon as I turned nine I was facing a different story. When I arrived home from school, my parents told me that we were moving to a new country. I felt sad at first because moving to a new country where they didn't speak my language,and not knowing anybody was tough for me. It meant I was leaving behind everything I worked so hard to accomplish to move to a new place that I needed to start from zero.
I was shocked when my mom told me we be would coming here I remember feeling helpless and confused. I wanted to see my dad and my siblings but I didn’t want to leave my friends behind and I really liked the school I was attending I had just gotten into the 3rd grade which I was very excited for. I didn’t have another option, I had to come here and looking back I’ve never appreciated anything more. My life is composed of new beginnings, I moved around a lot growing up to different house, to a different country, and different schools. Coming to america I got to settle into one place with all my family.
Rivera.Session1.Journal What made me want to go back to school was that I didn 't have anything else going for me after high school. I had two beautiful children in the process. I couldn 't find a job or anything it was hard on my own. CCU showed me that it doesn 't matter what your going threw It 's never to late to get an education. Everyone in my family was telling me to enroll back in school I have to admit I was kind of scared to but I 'm here today now back in school.
Time passed and I tried to lean English. I really had a hard time to learn English but I didn’t gave up. I had a hard time to study English because nobody were able to speak, write, and read English in my family. I finished four years high school. Then my family wanted to move to PA so, my family and I moved to PA.
I was wit my friends we were laughing, talking, and joking .When I arrive to my home, my parents told me that we can move to USA to get our resident and also to study. To be honest, in my class of English I was so bad student. I never understand this particular class, now, I nove to USA. Rhis notice was really challenging in my life. What I suppose to do in