As my mother announced that our family was migrating to the United States, I entered a state of shock and excitement. I was filled with joy knowing that I was moving to foreign, that is a common slang we would say when anyone from Jamaica is moving to another foreign county. At the time I was about eleven years old, so I had no idea the major culture shock that was awaiting me. As I started to get acquainted with my new surroundings, one of the things I struggled with was school and even to this day, I still continue to struggle. I may come as being biased and ethnocentric, but personally I think that the Jamaican school system is much better than the American school system. I came from a school system that was very stern and strict. For example everyone before my class would start, the entire school would line up by grades and we would have a …show more content…
Back home I was used to a material culture. One of the many customs that I was used back home is waking up in the morning to my own garden, I am able to pick my fruits out of my own backyard. Everything that I needed was right there in my reach. I had an orange tree, cherry tree, mango tree and other foods. While back home my mother had a chicken pen, we would raise our own chickens, plant our food. That was a big adjustment, I had to adjust to going to the supermarket for everything that you need. Many of the things I needed to survive were handmade, for example when I needed uniforms to go to school, my mother would buy the material and use a sowing machine to make my uniform. As years went by of living in America, I feel as if I have lost independence because I have of how I have much I have become so dependent on technology, like for example, when I’m doing math homework, I would be able to work out the math problems in my head but now when I’m doing my homework I am constantly using a graphing
Several individuals from different ethnicities, races, and citizenships, compose a society. The United Sates allow us to have a close interaction with numerous individuals from diverse backgrounds. In my own case I have been able to interact with many incredible individuals from all over the world who come from extremely different backgrounds. I am a proud Mexican who cherishes respect towards diversity. Coming from a very suffered country I am able to understand not only what does it means to feel proud to be a Latino, but also I can feel acquainted with the pain and struggle that our community has to face every day.
America You are at your boyfriends house playing video games when the power goes out and lighting strikes, lighting up the dark shy. You jump and throw down your controller. You don 't do well during storms, you begin to shake and tears threaten to escape your eyes. ' 'Y/n, babe, it 's okay. Come here. ' '
Growing up in the United States from a very young age made me stray away from my Indian heritage, so in 2008, my parents saw the need to send my siblings and me to India in order to replenish the Indian culture in us. Initially, I had no idea as to how long we were going to live in India for, but by the third year, all I wanted was to come back to New York. Everything in India was just so different, convoluted and fruitless; just because I was American, I was treated differently–both negatively and positively. Peo I didn’t like India because of how corrupt it was.
Growing up in an immigrant household in America, was difficult. I didn’t live, I learned to adapt. I learned to adapt to the fact that I did not look like any of my peers, so I changed. Adapted to the fact that my hair texture would never be like any of my peers, so I changed. Adapted to the fact that I was not as financially well off as my peers, so I changed.
It was a bright Sunday morning in Jamaica when reality kicked in. It was the biggest change that I would experience as a child. When I got the call that I was moving to the U.S, it was excited but also depressing because I’ve heard that you could live the American dream but that didn’t help all the sadness I would face from leaving my friends and family. The reason for this move was to move to my mom and to make use of the opportunities that we didn’t have back home.
The American experience is not unfamiliar to me, I have been visiting America since I was a child and as a child I always wanted to move to America. My first visit here I fell in love with the culture specifically the freedom of expression. However the opportunity did not emerge for me to move to America legitimately and as promising young child, I did not want to damage my future by moving to a country illegally where I could not live to my full potential. I stayed in Jamaica and I completed my University education as a registered nurse and had become comfortable with my life in Jamaica. I started working the spring of 2013 and upon receival of my first paycheck, I was reminded that this is not the place I wanted to be.
Governor’s School Essay Response Ever since I was young you could always find me toying around with objects trying to figure out how they worked. Taking them apart, studying them, and then reconstructing them back together was a usual past time for me. Looking back I realized that all of the time I spent on learning how something worked was the foundation that flourished into my passion for engineering.
When I was 14 I had to move to San Clemente, California. I had already recently moved temporarily to Texas while a house was made ready for us on the military base. “The house is ready!” my mother had said excitedly, after being on the phone for a few minutes. “It’s time to go back?”
Riding a roller coaster? Watching horror movies? Killing bugs as a no big deal? Oh, no. Not me.
At the age of 7, I remember calling my parents in America through a crackling phone reception. I was born in America, but I spent the first 9 years of my life, living in India with my grandparents. It was a typical experience for most kids, but I believe growing up as a women in India and America has positively shaped the person I am today. My experience of growing up in both worlds has given me experience in facing adversity, opening up to new cultures and a passion to pursue my education. My first day of school in America was confusing, because in India we stayed in the same class all day but in America students changed classes.
I have had a wonderful experience observing at Buffalo Creek Middle School so far. The teacher is excellent with her students and uses various activities to get the kids involved. One activity that was used multiple times over the two days that I was there was: Think, Pair, Share. The teacher would write a math question up on the board that went along with whatever topic they were going over that day and then she would ask the students to try to solve the equation. After everyone seemed to be finished solving the equation, it was time to pair up.
Starting a new school year would mean explaining my culture to everyone, biting my tongue and pasting a smile on my face every time the words, “You’re Mexican, right?” rolled off a classmate’s tongue. Something that had always seemed infinite was now finite, and I had to learn how to accept it. The first few years of change were hard, my identity seemingly shrinking everyday. The colorful beat of merengue and bachata on Saturday mornings subtly replaced by american pop music.
The education in the Unite States is famous in the world. Cause this reason, most of the parent hope they can send their child to studying in the states. This is why I am here studying in the Houston, Texas. I came to clear Lake when I was 16 years old; I was studying in the high school that supports house family for international student. First day in the other country supposed to be joy.
“I’m late!” That feeling of dread and terror is something that everyone has or will experience in their lives. This happened to me while I was at Governor’s School for the Arts. I woke up to a pounding on my door, sunlight streaming in from the window. I threw the covers from me and looked towards the clock.
It was the first day of school for me in the United States. Unfamiliar scenery had unfolded before my eyes, everything looked new, from students to teachers, classrooms, languages, and many others. I was excited, but soon after, full of fears running through my mind. I looked around, seemed no one speaks my home language. Everyone except me, seemed like they know each other.