Reflective Essay: Moving To The Dominican Republic

My identity was formed by watching my parents over the years.Over ten years ago we immigrated to the united states, none of us spoke english. My parents had a me, a four year old and my sister who was a few months old so life was hard. The first few years we were in the United States my parents worked very hard to be independent from government assistance. Both of them worked full time jobs, while trying to go to community college. After years of struggling my parents have reached their goal, we are finally in a stable financial situation and their kids are going to school.

I wasn’t sure if I wanted to leave…. I grew up here for nine years since I was a baby, but the feeling of me leaving didn’t feel right. I didn’t really know what to utter to my dad I didn’t want to go. Jamaica was fun living their having childhood memories was the best and leaving them behind was never my idea.

“It’s different cultures that make the world go ‘round at the end of the day.” This famous

Hello you are now about to hear about this amazing,wonderful island called the Dominican Republic.This beautiful island is welcome to many people all around the world and is a popular tourist attraction till this day.Many people like to visit the romantic sites and the outstanding beaches in the area.A majority of the tropical fruits and the tropical birds live there.Most of the food they eat there is seafood because they live in the Caribbean Islands.Stay tuned to find out more about the wonderful Dominican Republic.

About 20 years ago my parents came to the United States from Mexico in order to give their children a better life. As I near the end of my high school career I realize now that what they wanted for my siblings and I was a fresh start from poverty and the opportunity to a higher education.

I am Ruby Thompson, and I am asking for your consideration for the Courage to Grow Scholarship. I am a senior enrolled. in Bluefield College and hopefully my last semester. I currently have a 3.69 gpa, and I am a Human Service major. I have worked very hard to excel to this level. My journey has not been easy to accomplish. I returned to school at the age of 48, I successful graduated from Tidewater Community college and received my associates in Human services. When I returned to school In Aug 2010 I was homeless, the first year with three older children, I eventual moved into my friends converted garage, where I lived with my sons. In Jan 2013, I moved into my own place until with the help of my youngest

The bias of migration is usually ignored, people overlook the pains that immigrants went through in order to start a new life. Like most, immigrants left their countries because of economics or political reasons. The first waves of Cuban immigrants were of the upper and middle class. They were welcomed by the U.S because of their economic and intellectual value. The U.S was happy to open its doors to the Cubans because they were fleeing from a communist government and moving to a democratic one. However, the U.S was not as friendly to those of lower social class.

Growing up in Honduras was quite an experience. I come from a hard working family where both of my parents went through several obstacles to provide me and my siblings a stable life. Honduras is a country that is consider a third-world country where economy along with delinquency are a big issue, but my parents still manage to provide the sources for me and my other two siblings on what it is necessary. My family and I were affected by organized crime, a day where my life was changed forever. It was a Friday afternoon when my brother and my father were kidnapped, they had left to a soccer game. My mother had made the usual phone call to make sure they had arrived to the place safe, but my mom didn’t get the response she was expecting. With

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.

As a child of immigrant parents, my formative years in elementary and middle school were shaped by two important factors: the environment in which I lived and my background. My parents worked hard to settle into a new life in a foreign country to provide better opportunities for our family. This meant that we had to be flexible about where we lived due to relocating for jobs, and fluid about our ideas of culture. I recall the daunting nature of moving to a new city, twice, as a child. The prospect of leaving everything that was familiar to me and forming new friendships in an unfamiliar environment was a challenge. Through each of these moves however, I met people from differing backgrounds and learned to cross cultural barriers. I became accustomed to

There was not much to do as I grew up in Haiti. I would sit outside for hours until the sun would set, the darkness consuming the little light that once remained.  I didn’t know anything besides my house; my mom believed that our safety simply lay inside the house and anything outside was dangerous. Growing up, I didn’t have my father around because he came to the United States in order to provide for his family back home. At the age of seven both my immigration papers and my sister's were finalized, and we were able to finally be with our father. Unfortunately, our mother was not able to come with us. When we got to the airport, I hugged my mother and said goodbye.

Reflecting on my development as a first-generation immigrant, I can attribute a large portion of my characteristics and aspirations to my experiences growing up and to the role model whom I have admired, my mother. More specifically, being exposed to the tireless work ethic of a single parent who had to overcome the dual pressures of assimilation and poverty has imparted in me a respect for the ideals of continual self-improvement and advancement. My mother’s sacrifices have always been to better our family’s situation and to provide me with the best education opportunities. Recognizing my mother’s hard worked and what she has given up for me, I put my best foot forward in every situation to honor her. Looking back at the hardships such as racial discrimination and language barriers my mother had to transcend, as

As a result of the low economy, and constant wars, due to the United States funding Latin American countries’ military and police forces, which are usually controlled by gangs and cartels, Latin Americans are feeling unsafe in their home countries. Latin Americans seemed forced to flee due political and financial barriers (Abrego 26). As established in Abrego’s book, fathers who migrated during the civil war claimed that it was because a family member was being persecuted and they seemed to face life or death situations constantly (Abrego 32). These persecutes common in Latin America even when there is not a war due to gangs and cartels having more money and being more manipulative they control authorities and use them to attack anything that

When I was 10 years old I moved to Chile that is very far away from the United States. It was hard to maintain contact with my friends from California. I would talk on the phone with them everyday but as the days passed by our phone calls shortened and started to be once a week,then once a month to never again. I tried to rebuild our friendship but it just wasn 't the same. As much as I tried to make it work the distance was just too much for both me and my friends. Moving can change and ruin relationships. It can be hard to let go of your friendships & relationships and meet new people.In the story “What of this goldfish would you wish?” the character Sergei moved to Jaffa so no one would knock on his door so when Yoni knocked on

Moving is always hard. It is harder if you are moving from your birthplace to a culturally different country after spending most of your teenage years. I moved from Bangladesh to New York about a year and a half ago and let me tell you, it was not easy. I had to leave the place I grew up in, my friends and relatives and start a new life here in America. Probably the only good part was that at least I was with my family throughout this hardship. I believe it was one of the most important events that have made me a lot more mature and responsible. Since English is not my first language, it was hard for me to cope with the American education system. I even had to teach myself how to have a conversation with people in English. I think myself as a risk taker which is why I took IB English to challenge myself and get better at my knowledge