A few years ago when I visited Hungary, my relatives were shocked by the amount of money I spent to fund my trip. “You spent how much on WHAT! ?” my relatives exclaimed when they found out I had spent over 150$ on ice cream alone. In addition to not counting the other ridiculous amounts I spent on food, there was also gifts for my family back home and countless nonsense that I had bought for myself. I was even asked, upon purchasing snacks at a local grocery store, if I was preparing for an apocalypse.
BG As I walked into Kaolin Mushroom Farm, I was scared of the power I held within my hands. “It was time,” I thought, I’m was going to teach my first citizenship class. The supervisor and I had already printed the papers, bought the official flashcards, and prepared the powerpoint, yet I still could not shake the butterflies in my stomach. From the first moment I arrived, I never imagined the impact and success the program would achieve. An idea that started as an announcement on a whiteboard, turned into a two-night a week session that allowed immigrants access to free citizenship and English classes.
The next day it was saturday, so I asked my dad to drive me to the commissary located on Fort Belvoir, and as soon as I entered the store I got a cart and sprinted to the the cereal box section. There wasn 't a box of Fruit Loops in sight. Not a single box of Fruit Loops, notta, nothing. It was as if there was some mega storm, so everyone thought they should stock up on food. I couldn’t believe my eyes, so I stared at the holes in the thin aluminum beige tinted shelves.
One day I came back from school and in the front of our house was a U-Haul truck. So then I went to my parents and said “are we moving” and they said “we are going to Fresno California”. I was nervous and scared because I was comfortable in Modesto, California and in my school this is my hometown and now I 'm leaving it. So when we arrived to Fresno we stood there a couple of weeks and then the house had a lot of issues with water pipes,broken heater and there were a bunch more issues. Then my dad said “maybe we are not meant to stay here”.
I replied, “You’ve shown me how to pick watermelons before.” I hesitated before I continued, “Can we get avocados too?” Glancing at my parents, I already knew the answer. Mom echoed the words I did not want to hear, “It’s too expensive.” This episode was one of many during the decade in which my family’s income fell below the poverty line. Our socioeconomic status contributed to a rather unusual childhood. I was jealous of the Costco shoppers with carts full of spinach ravioli, cheeses, and avocados; their presence made me realize the disparity of my financial situation. The food helped me understand that my family did not have enough for comfort.
I could see that it was placed in front of my house. It took a couple days until I was ready to confront my parents about how I felt about moving, even though they spoke to my sister and I , I still thought there was a possibility they would change their mind. Then a couple months later after they spent some weeks looking for houses my father came up to my sister and I and said, “WE FOUND A HOUSE, IT’S BEAUTIFUL, YOUR MOTHER FELL IN LOVE WITH IT WHEN SHE SAW IT!” My heart dropped, my whole body started to heat up my eyes started to swell leading the water to nearly touched my cheeks, that’s when it finally hit me that we were actually going to be moving. After many days of confusion and sadness, my parents sat us down again to make sure we were okay with it. They listened to us and promised to help make the transition as easy as possible.
I wake up to do everything by myself, cook, clean, go to school, and especially homework. The workload from school kept getting harder each year, and it got worse during the start of high school. When I first arrived back from my first day of 9th grade I had to annotate a poem written by Shakespeare. As I sat down to do the homework I realized I didn 't know what annotating meant. I asked my parents for help and they didn’t even knew who Shakespeare was.
Dad had called his parents (the less upset about the love birds leaving) and asked ahead of time if I could come live with them for the rest of the summer. At first Gram and Pop Pop were a little hesitant about saying yes, (probably still enraged with dad), nevertheless since school starts in two weeks for me they agreed begrudgingly. If there is one thing about my family it’s that no matter how upset you may be at a family member, you still strive to assist them as much as you
When I first started Unity high school I was nervous high school was going to be rough and hard to make friends but I 've been enjoying high school so far in freshman year. The biggest fear for me in high school was that there were going to be little bit of people to hang out with. This freshman year I have not joined any clubs but sophomore year I would consider joining clubs. This freshman year I don 't think I 've changed much from middle school but I have learned many things this year. When I had my first day at Unity High School I had a feeling that It was going to be rough for me and it would be hard to learn things but so far it 's been going well nothing has really changed from eighth grade.
i meet people that lived in a commune in central California, I stayed there for a few weeks while I started to plan to save up to and move to Europe. A guy at the commune asked me if I wanted to stay with him in his teepee up in the mountains of sacramento so I took him up on his offer. Living in a teepee was strange and interesting at the same time, but I left after a few weeks not to overstay my visit. “Are you guys all American Citizens”, I watched as my friend Randy and my French girlfriend Charlotte and I all lied and said yes. This is the story of how I crossed the border illegally with a guy I just meet and my girlfriend.
I even calculated exactly how much time I 'd spent at the school for my graduation speech. I was leaving people whom I had known for anywhere between five months and nine years. Saying goodbye was very hard. As I sat listening to the speeches of my fellow former-students, it dawned on me that there were people whom I knew very well in the room whom I would never see again. This was my first true realization of the reality of my departure.
White Oak Bridge We moved to a new town, new place, and to a new scenery in the last 2 weeks. “There are a lot of places to adventure around here Sammy,” My mother told me. But, what I saw on the drive down here, it all looked pretty ancient and torn down. Our new house was on the corner street of Mayflower, and we live in Oklahoma now. I got to pick my own room-which ended up being in the attic, so I will not have to listen to my sisters picker at each other all day.
My Middle School Experience Being trapped in the state of fear and lack of self confidence caused me to struggle socially and mentally, but soon I realized how much I have grown as a person. Therefore, I am no longer afraid of starting new and taking a step forward, all thanks to my experience at my middle school MSA (Magnolia Science Academy). It was a sunny day in August when I nervously started 6th grade at a new school named MSA, a charter school located in Santa Clara, with less than 500 people including middle and high school. I started off with several challenges: making sure to achieve straight As, trying to form new friendships, and being in a new environment. During the beginning of 6th grade, I was terrified of not being able to catch up on schoolwork and meeting new people since I enrolled into MSA two weeks after the school started.
Moving from one school to another is hard but moving from one continent to another is harder. At the age of 11, my mom and stepdad gathered up all our stuff and flew my family to the USA. I had to leave everything behind and live this new life. I was very nervous to start my first day of seventh grade in Sherrard Jr. High but the people here were very welcoming. Years passed by and I turned into a high school freshman; I’ve made friends and joined multiple clubs and organizations.
My first year in the United States is probably the only year of my life that I wish had never happened. I was struggling with learning English, being familiar with the American culture, and finding friends. In the first six months, I had to ask my teachers and classmates to repeat themselves in order for me to understand what they were saying. I was very embarrassed, but I did not have any other choice. I felt under a huge pressure because my parents wanted me to make all A 's and I felt like I owe this to them because the only reason we moved here was for my brother and I to have the opportunity to study in this country and become successful doctors and make our future bright.