Reflection About Moving To America

Many people are raised up by the idea that the society they live in always needs more adjustment, and other people around them are not always friendly. I am also one of those people. Since I was little, I was taught by my father not to trust anyone around, and not to pay too much effort into any kind of relationship. Even though I might not necessarily agree with him, I still followed his advice for years. However, I always ended up feeling lonely and depressed.

Being born and raised in a culture and then uprooting your life to pursue opportunities in a different culture can be hard in three ways. First, speaking a foreign language and then coming to America where majority of the people speak English can be difficult to adapt to. When a person has grown accustomed to speaking their native language, it can be problematic to have to pick up an entire new language. Possibilities can be limited because of the restrictions on one’s ability to communicate with other. Second, if a teenager comes to America from a foreign country they will have to take on responsibilities that they normally would not. An adolescent might not be used to having to pay bills which can cause complications. Having to adjust to

When I ask my friends about my most prominent feature, they always mention my “Britishness”. With my Union Jack Converses and other flag covered items, I understand why. Of course, why wouldn't they comment on that? I am proud of my birthplace, and couldn't think of a better place to call home. Yet being a foreigner, I have faced a few challenges in coming to terms with who I am. Some obstacles are more comical than others, yet they all played a part in me understanding that nationality can’t be wiped away.

My life took an interesting turn when my mother told me I would be moving to a different country, fear took over my body because that meant I would have to start from zero. On January 1st, 2011 my mom gave me the exciting news that her fiancée, now husband, had started the process to bring her to the United States so she could become a permanent resident, live with him, form a family and start a brand new life. I remember her face blighting up to every time she spoke a word but that smile faded once she told me I could not come with at that time because of the expense of the process. I understood why she could not bring me with. We had economic and emotional issues going on. She promised that as soon as she obtained her green card (permanent residency) she would start the legal process for me. I could then visit the United States and become a permanent resident.

When I was about the age of 8, I was living in Nepal, My family was a middle class family, which would be considered poor in America because 1 buck here is 100 buck there. Even though we weren’t the richest we weren’t the poorest either, life was pretty good as far as I knew. Until my parents told me that we were moving to America and that it was the best thing for us to do. My head started rushing with many questions. How about my friends? What kind of people are going to be there? Where will we live? I didn’t know whether to feel excited or sad, my emotions were very mixed.

The flood of immigration in the early 1900s created a country where cultures from around the world were being blended with americanization. Jewish and Italian immigrant women in the late nineteenth century moved to New York, and practiced cultural coalescence in their transition to America. Cultural coalescence is taking multiple cultures and blending them together into one. This blending includes keeping old traditions, creating new tradition, and a mixture of new and old. These women learned how to blend their old traditions in Europe with new traditions in America. Old traditions such as motherly roles and responsibility in the family were kept, but new traditions such as housekeeping without land was created in America. Some old and new

Throughout my entire life, I think the most significant challenge I have faced is immigrating to America. I spent thirteen years of my life in the Philippines and then all of a sudden, I have to leave everything behind to face a different world from what I grew up with. What was difficult about moving to this new country involved everything from learning new values to settling down on a whole new environment. I had to face the reality of a diverse society and deal with the conflicts that comes with the different cultural values that come along with it.

Anxiety, it’s the feeling that came over me when I arrived at the airport to come to America. I was born in Brasil, it was my home. So boy was I shocked when I heard that we were moving to the United States, and I was only six years old. My parents thought we would have a better life here in America because, with all the “opportunities” it offered, it was the place to be. My father flew over one month before I was scheduled to; he planned on getting everything situated by finding a job and a place for us to live. Even with all the American movies I watched, my favorite being Batman, I only had a vague idea of what it would be like to live there. My mother would tell me, taking advantage of my young guilble mind, that I would love it, make a

With the whir of the airplane’s engine in my ears, my seatbelt fastened, and my window shield up I saw the city blur into the runway and fall from beneath me. My home was falling away from me, slipping through my fingers ever so gently. No more warm island air flowing off the shores. No more curious spirits coming out to ask questions. No more familiarity, no more Okinawa. Leaving the fast paced city life of Japan for the dragging suburbs of Hope Mills, North Carolina was like moving to foreign country very few have heard of. Moving to America strictly due to military orders might have changed my residency and showed the country in a new light, but it also changed the way I carry myself and presented myself to others.

The genesis of our country dates back 238 years ago when our forefathers wrote and signed The Declaration of Independence from Great Britain to commence on a new journey. Along the way, lives were broken and wars were fought just to get everything figured out for us, but fast forward to a couple 100 years later and you can see just how amazing this place really is. Over the course of these years, America has shifted and shaped as to what we know today as the 21st century, United States of America. Many people 's views have shuffled, the way we talk and communicate are both lazy and advanced and our hair and clothing styles are all very different from back then. In today 's world, America is not the old 17th, 18th and 19th century citizens

hieving one of my most important goals which was to learn proper English and write better. In doing so I would be able to further my education after completing high school. I began participating in and played soccer for Woonsocket High School boy soccer team for 4 years.

When crossing the border of Mexico to the United States, I feel most think of the adults that find their way crossing what can be very dangerous parts of the border. I want to tell a story about a little girl, Lupe Guerra found herself in the same dangerous situation with her family without really knowing what was going on at the time. Being so young thinking that her and her family are just “moving”.

Traveling to a different country takes a lot of preparations. From knowing what to bring to figuring out what attractions you wanna see, to understanding their language and learning their culture. Each country has a its very own lifestyle that you need to adjust to. I traveled to Istanbul, Turkey with my family from July 27th until August 1st during summer break. It took approximately 10 hours by plane from Toronto. We decided to travel there because it would be a fun and educational experience.

During my first two weeks of observations, I did my best to observe different tutors every session to evaluate the different ways you could perform a writing workshop and to gauge which techniques I felt I could use and what techniques wouldn’t work for me. In all of my sessions, I took notes on statements that the tutor made that I thought I could use and tips and tricks that could help me in rough patches. For instance, in one session, where a student came in to brainstorm ideas for a paper with a tutor, at one point when the student was getting away from the theme she proposed, the tutor gently asked, “How would you tie this into the theme?” I noted how patient he was with the student and I noted that I would have to be able to patient with any level of writing and be ready to answer a range of questions. In the same session, the tutor gave helpful tips to the student that I also found helpful for myself to use in my own writing, and would offer to students who came into the center. Two tips he provided was arranging your evidence in paragraphs that begin with the strongest piece of evidence, to the weakest, and ending with the second strongest. I loved this tip because many students struggle with organization in

With everyone now aboard the cruise ship, I can’t even hear myself think! The sound of adults and children overwhelmed with excitement and bursting with laughter fills the sea air.