About four years ago I arrived at Logan airport, Boston Massachusetts. Once the plane landed I felt excited to explore a new country that looked beautiful from the planes window, but I was also confused because everything was different from home and I had no idea where to go. Although I thought that was the hard part, there was way more obstacles coming my way such as language and culture among others which I had to learn fast. Being in a foreign country and without its main language can be pretty though.
As a child of a Vietnamese immigrant , the stories and the past memories that are brought up by my mother, gives me an understanding of how hard it is to leave your mother country and how sometimes you must do what’s best for yourself. There are times when i think to myself and wonder how it would have been like if my mother had not immigrated to the states, I probably would not be here today, or if i was that i would not have been born and raised in the United States. Being a child of an immigrant is not difficult, it does not put me in a disadvantage either , but it instead spreads the message of how it is okay to be different and how it is okay to take risks that will benefit you in the following years. All these messages and lessons have
The following voice project will discuss second generation Vietnamese Americans struggling with cultural expectations. In this assignment I will be discussing an exploration of experience related to my voice. I visited Kim and her younger sister one weekend to grocery shop and help prepare a traditional Vietnamese meal. They taught some terminology of Vietnamese cuisine, how to make some of these cuisines and how and when to eat them. Growing up as Vietnamese Americans Vietnamese cuisine was very important in their family.
LIFE IN COUNTRY OF ORIGIN Although living in Denver, Colorado, my parents’ roots originates from Vietnam. Both of my parents were born in Saigon, the largest city of Vietnam. When remembering about life before immigration, my parents recognized Vietnam as a country exhausted from poverty, uncertainty and fear. My dad, born during the Vietnam War in 1961, recollected a time of jeopardy and disaster.
For many immigrants, experiences vary between seeing the greatness in America, while also seeing its side that is hidden for many. Coming to America states, “in southeastern China, people always said that America was very good, like some kind of wonderland… But then I came to my apartment. I was shocked. In China, my parents were bosses at a company that made bricks.
When I was younger, I remember asking my mum to say words such as “water” and “car” for me because she would pronounce these words as “worta” and “ca.” It was almost like a game for me; it was so interesting to me that my mum spoke differently than all the other adults. Although my mum would ask me to hop in the ca, or ask me if I wanted a glass of worta, for a long time, I never wondered why she spoke like this. When I was older, I finally asked my mum why she spoke this way. The answer was she was born and raised in Australia.
I cameback to Viet Nam at the end of May after spending a year in the U.S. In the first month of summer, I went to my relative 's house to visit my family. I also spent a week with my grandparents and hang out with my friends. In July, I started going to school for summer course. I lived in the dorm and visit home for twice a month.
Growing up I was embarrassed about letting people know that I was born in Vietnam. Although my family immigrated to America when I was barely one year old, I did not let anyone know including my best friends. In my community, there was a stigma against Vietnamese Americans that were not born in America. I remember seeing my peers tease Vietnamese kids that could not speak English properly or how they are so “old fashioned”. Of course, I avoided associating with this, so I pretended to be someone I am not by ignoring my Vietnamese heritage.
The feeling of loneliness is fundamentally experienced by persons irrespective of all differences. There is, however a general consensus among researchers about the inevitability of loneliness. John Donne asserted that: No man is an Iland, intire of it selfe; every man is a peece of the Continent, a part of the maine; if a Clod bee washed away by the Sea, Europe is the lesse . . .
The workforce in most industrialized countries is aging and becoming more age-diverse. And immigrant workers play a large and important role in our economy and society. As child-care providers, food preparation workers, home health care aides, software programmers and construction workers, these workers constitute a significant labor force and provide services that millions more workers depend upon. Currently, I am working with a significant shortage of certified nursing assistants (CNAs) in our CCRC communities.
My parents are Vietnamese refugees that fled Vietnam after the war. My sister and I were born and raised in the Philippines for 11 years. I can speak Tagalog, Vietnamese and English. I graduated this year from University of Washington, receiving a Public Health degree. I like helping people especially immigrants because I am one myself
First generation immigrants sacrifice their adulthood in search of a better life for their family and for future generations to come. My father came from Peru to support his family. He was the first person in his family to come to America. He works in road construction from morning until night so that my family is supported. The desire to repay both of my parents is the belief that guides my life.