On my fourth birthday I received America as my present. This 2,000 mile journey, from Costa Rica to New Jersey, was made possible when my parents were granted their much awaited tourist visas. However my parents unwittingly allowed the biggest setback to occur in our lives by letting those visas they desperately wanted slip their minds, and eventually expire. My journey to America has forever changed the course of my life, and with help of my religious and education-focused upbringing, these two things have affected my views on reality, knowledge, and ethics. Since moving to the United States, I have spent almost my entire time living here with the label “undocumented”. With that label has come many different challenges and missed opportunities for my family and I, ranging from access to medical care to work to travel. Acting like the anchor that it is, being undocumented has even had restraints on my dreams. I have always wanted to go to college, anxiously waiting for the day I receive an acceptance letter and move onto campus. As I entered high school however, I learned that, due to my immigration status, my future and story in this country could be determined by my a sole factor: my citizenship status. That realization made me question whether college could be a possibility for me, from acceptance to affording it. Alas, without a college education or the ability to travel internationally, my chance at fulfilling one of my dreams of becoming a Spanish teacher abroad
Jeremy Smith writes about the American policy’s negative effects on immigrants, particularly unaccompanied minors to unearth why they are criticized so harshly. Rodrigo Smith was a fourth grader in Berkeley California when he was deported to Mexico long after his tourist visa expired. As a result, his classmates asked, “How is that fair?” When they worked together to create a video to bring his spirits up, they showed more empathy and comfort than an abundance of humans on our planet. Despite the emotional punch this anecdote lands with readers, it is not an effective piece of writing on its own.
The need for “American Luxuries” in the book , “Enrique's Journey,” causes men and mainly women to leave their families behind. They leave tailing memories of their young children , poor and defenceless. Later in their teenage years, or sometimes even younger, they go on in search of their long lost parents. Winner of the Pulitzer Prize, Sonia Nazario re-tells an amazing story based upon the journey of Enrique, a confused and troubled boy in search of his mother, who fled to the U.S when he was five years of age. Nazario uses credibility and emotional appeal to inform the fleeding parents, to think twice upon the vicious and deadly risks of immigrating to the United States.
Emma Davidson Heather Kent English 1B 24 April 2023 America is a nation that was built on immigration, but though immigrants in the U.S. today continue to support and uphold the virtues of this country, many face the constant, looming threat of expulsion to a foreign place that is not their true home. Over the years, hundreds of thousands of undocumented immigrants have come to the U.S., fleeing poverty and political turmoil, and a vast amount of these illegal aliens were children when their parents brought them into the country. In 2001, the Development, Relief, and Education for Alien Minors or DREAM Act was proposed to protect these children, often called “dreamers,” but the act was opposed in Congress. Naturally, the issue of the numerous
Before addressing the inadequacies of immigration policy in the contemporary era, it is first necessary to recognise the brutal past to which the United States’ current borders are directly attributable. Although a sense of Anglo-American pride typically motivates the most ardent anti-immigration campaigners, the U.S. did not simply emerge as a fully-formed homogenous nation after the signing of the Declaration of Independence in 1776. Instead, its current landmass is the product of a series of wars, colonial treaties and annexations dating back centuries. If the definition of immigrant is broadened to include any citizen unable to trace their lineage back to the communities that lived in the country prior to the arrival of European settlers
In the United States, it is estimated that over 65,000 undocumented students graduate from public high schools each year (Perez, 2010). However, only 7,000 to 13,000 of these individuals enroll in college after completing their secondary education (Diaz-Strong, Gomez, Luna-Duarte & Meiners, 2011). Researchers state that many undocumented high school students graduate with the requirements that are needed for them to be accepted into public universities in California (Diaz-Strong et al., 2011). However, before AB 540 was passed, undocumented students who desired to attend college had to pay out-of-state tuition.
For Muslims living in the United States, community organisation is a task that can seem nearly impossible; this isn’t helped by the rest of the country’s ignorance and resulting hatred. This is largely because Islam encompasses such a huge number of sects within a geographical homeland, but also because ethnicity can play hugely into how Islam is practiced. Muslims with a certain ethnic background will practice Islam very differently than ethnically dissimilar Muslims. However, there are ways to remedy distances between those who practice Islam differently; in Journey to America, Ahmed examines the traits of optimism, love, and leadership that must go into this kind of organisation. Some of the mosques and communities are marked by openness, others by mistrust.
In recent discussions of immigration reform regarding the DREAM (Development, Relief, and Education for Alien Minors) Act, a controversial issue has been whether to allow undocumented students to pursue higher education without any specific criteria to qualify, or deny them access to it. On the one hand, some argue that “illegals” take away job opportunities after obtaining a college degree. On the other hand, however, others argue that undocumented students greatly benefit the economy through providing a larger educated workforce. In the words of one of this view’s main proponents, the DREAM Act “rewards motivated, hardworking young adults” for their work rather than grant a free ride to college to illegal immigrant students (Deverall). According
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.
The first eight years of my life, I spent in India where I was born. Growing up I was constantly reminded by my parents that I needed to make them proud by getting a good job and living a good lifestyle. They told me this because they did not want to see me live a hard life like they did. When I was nine years old, I moved from India to the United States of America. The reason why I moved to America was not because I was living a bad life in India, it was so that I could have a better education and more opportunities in life.
I used to have this grudges in my heart when everything go hard that would made me wanted to blame my parent. But I can’t because I was not raise to think that way. When I come to America, I was eleven years old and no one asked me if I wanted to come it just happen in a second. I was in a cold place with extended family that I never met before and that one person who raise me and made me feel secure was still back in the country. I had to lived months without her and next thing you know I adapted and convince myself they are doing this because the wanted the best for me.
According to CNN in at least seven states including Georgia and South Carolina, universities block undocumented students from attending college as residents and getting financial aid. This shows that it’s not even possible for them to get help, when they are blocked from universities. In addition to this the National Immigration Law center, 10 states have made it easier for undocumented state residents to attend college by offering in-state tuition to those that qualify. Despite that 10 states have made it easier for them , they still have to qualify, meaning that if they don’t 100% percent meet those requirements they will then be left with no education.
I woke up suddenly; I felt as if I really was at the mercy of howling gale and waves of surf and storm. My face was wet from sweat as if I was splashed by hundreds upon hundreds of gallons of water. I was dizzy and my head was in extreme pain as my bed felt like a rocking boat. I could have sworn I was hearing waves and I could have sworn that there was a distinctive aroma of salt water filling my room. However, as I pulled my head up from the comfort of my pillow, there was nothing.
What does being an American mean to me? I love it, but I think it 's more about being yourself. Being an American has a lot of amazing things that come with it, like the protection and the limited freedom, but what makes one person is there own personality. What makes a country are several millions of people who are all different and working together to create an amazing, protected place for people to live. We have progressed further as this country has aged.
Many foreigners want to come to America mostly in search of greener pastures and to further education. It was about seven-years ago when I stepped my feet on the soil of the United states of America, and I remembered vividly how it all started from a dream. I was born in the western part of Africa, in a country called Nigeria, the motherland with enormous beautiful colors and culture. I am from the hot and humid air of Benin, from dusty dirt roads and sweltering sun. I am from Nigeria, the giant of Africa, where I saw the monstrous faces of war.
I interviewed my 84 year old grandma about her educational experiences in America, as well as Africa. I call my grandma “Shosho” because that is the Swahili word for grandmother. My Shosho went to a one room school house in grades 1-8. The typical class size was 45-50 students with one teacher. Her one room school house was just one big room with three windows on each wall, a door, and a blackboard at the front of the class.