Growing up, I had access to certain privileges that my peers did not have. I grew up in Yaounde, the capital city of Cameroon, located in West Africa. There, not everyone had access to certain amenities such as tap water. Most of my peers did not even have enough money to buy food during lunch at school. Compared to them, I had more than enough. This was all thanks to my father, who moved to the United States when I was only 8 years old. Even though my father was not physically present in Cameroon with us, he tried his best to be present in our lives, he made sure that we had all the basic necessities that we needed and he made sure that we were happy.
At school, most of my friends thought that my parents were very rich, which was the reason
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I was an outstanding student in Cameroon but I struggled in high school. Not necessarily because the content of the classes I took were challenging but because I learn a new culture and adapt to this new culture. Been laughed at for having an accent, having no idea about the SATs, no clue regarding College board and FAFSA in short, I was a confused 11th grader. Because I was the first child, I was the first amongst my siblings to be brought to the US by my dad. Therefore I learned everything on my own. I made many mistakes, which taught me great lessons. When my dad brought two of my siblings to the US a year after I came, I acted as their guide and their role model. That summer, I was enrolled in summer school because I was behind compared to most 11th graders in my new high school. Most of them had already taken the five Regents exams required to graduate High school. Meanwhile, I had taken none. During that summer, I was enrolled in American History, Living Environment and Algebra. The goal was for me to take all three regent exams in August so that I wouldn't be so behind in my regents. I remember the first day of classes. I literally sat in my American History class and I looked at the teacher the whole class period because I barely understood what he was saying. The only American History I knew was America’s involvement in World War II and the Cold War which I had learned in my World History class in Cameroon. When the teacher started talking about court cases like Brown vs Board of Education, I was completely lost. When I went home that day, I told my mother that I wanted to go back to Cameroon, I hated being in the US so much. After one week of sitting in that American History class and not understanding anything, I told the assistant principal who was from Nigeria that I couldn’t do it and that I wanted to drop the class and take
They instilled in my brain that education is the key for success and happiness, which has always made me try my best in all of my educational pursuits. I do this not only to show appreciation for what my parents have done for me, but for my own sake as well. I am fully aware that there are countless people all over the world that would give anything just to be able to be apart of this country. This gives me the motivation to always push myself to achieve the highest education possible and to go above and beyond to make something out of my
I was born and raised in the southernmost past of Texas in a city named Brownsville where diversity is almost non-existent. Growing up in a city with one of the highest poverty rates was surprisingly not as much a struggle as you may think. My father had a decent job with a salary of around 48,000, but that number varies every year. He is the captain of a shrimp boat and has owned his very own boat a few times. For this reason, my father was frequently absent in my life and still is to this day.
Growing up in Indonesia, it was very tough because my parents did not have great jobs and couldn’t provide food to the table every day but they worked and tried their hardest. Everyone in Indonesia dreams of coming to America because it is the land of opportunities, however, coming to America is not an easy process. In Indonesia, there wasn’t a public school system so the only form of education was through private school, which was highly inaccessible to many due to the high costs. Luckily, I received the opportunity to come to the United States and I never took that for granted because I saw how bad conditions can really be in less fortunate countries. I arrived to the states when I was 5 and enrolled in elementary school.
Being a child of immigrant parents has taught me so much. For example, being able to work hard for what you want. At school, I always strive to get A’s. My parent’s have taught me to never settle for anything less than a B. They know that in order for me to go to college and be successful, I not only have to get good grades but work hard to get there.
Although I was born in the states, I am very grateful that I was able to experience life outside of the United States. Aside from living abroad, I got to travel abroad extensively. Once the tour was up overseas, we returned to the U. S. and another cultural dimension was added to my life. My two step-brothers came to reside with us after we returned to the United states. They were half African American and half Vietnamese.
My mother often worked two and three jobs just to try and make ends meet. Women like my mother were expected to raise families entirely on their own financial resources, however inadequate. I was raised watching my mother break her back to provide for our family. Although, my home point of view was not one that ended in poverty, however, it became one of the greatest threats my family feared on a day to day
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 was seven, I asked my mom why she had come to America from Ethiopia. She told me that she had come so that I could have things that she didn’t, get the education she couldn’t, and see and do things she wouldn’t. I told her that I was going to make her proud and even though I was seven, I was stubborn, and set my goals high and worked hard. I will forever remember my mother crying as I got my college acceptance letters. Now, as a junior at Old Dominion College as an international affairs major, I’m setting to make her proud again.
This topic connects with me because of the city and family I grew up in. I can evidently see the kids whom I went to high school with who have stayed in the same socioeconomic status group as their parents. Luckily, when my parents raised me we were not poor nor were we rich. I would say we were middle working class. This has allowed me to follow my dreams, go to college, and obtain a better paying job.
I am an African American female whom is a descendent from the African Slave and a native American refugee. My culture runs deep in my veins and I am a product of the strength of my mother and father. While growing up I understood we were on the poverty line. My family lived in a small home with 3 bedrooms and occupied 7 people. I grew up in a small southeast Georgian town named Statesboro.
At the age of ten being raised by minority parents was very difficult for me at the time. At the age of ten I was forced for my English and Spanish vocabulary to be very proficient due to always translating for my parents. At that age learning both languages was annoying, frustrating, and difficult; however that experience shaped me to be a proficient bilingual nurse present and gain benefits by being bilingual. The benefits where the many open job opportunities with the increase pay. This experience also assisted to raise my daughter to speak and write both languages actively although just not the way my parents forced it on me.
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
I was born and raised in Sierra Leone, Africa. I came to the United States when I was 11 years old. I was happy for the opportunity to come to the United States and go to school. In Sierra Leone, only the rich get to go to school. I worked hard in school, taught myself how to read and write with the help of the Lord.
I was raised in a middle class family. My parents were employed throughout my childhood and I never had to worry about money. I always knew that there would be food, shelter and clothing available for me. There were never any real worries about paying the bills. Seeing poverty first hand showed me that not everyone was as fortunate as I have been.
My family’s past experiences also teach me how to live my life the best way possible. For example, my parents did not finish college, so they were not able to obtain lucrative careers. Not finishing or not even going to college can take a toll on your life. If my parents finished college our life would have been more successful financially. Although my parents did not have the best money,