Essay On Coming To America

If one could go anywhere, one should go to India; especially if it were their parents home country. Even if the he or she was not born there, they would have a connection to the place. India is a beautiful place, with its breathtaking views and rich culture. If their life's were busy they wouldn’t get a chance to visit. Taking this opportunity, India for them is the best place to go! To learn and explore their roots and enjoy all that India has to offer.

I find nothing absurd regarding my habits. I’ve simply engaged all of my talents towards one goal, to know everything about everyone. By acquiring information about each and every person, I can avoid the devastation of which I encountered throughout my childhood. Authority and society have been the target of my schemes, from the start. To me, authority resembles a sham; people fail to acknowledge the tragedy that awaits them, and society fails to acknowledge its corrupt system.

Life is an adventure where “new” is something you need to be accustomed too. Going through new phases of life as it began when I was 4-years-old reminded me that there is a new life coming soon with an advanced way of living. Also, it promised that I will see my father when I arrived to this fascinating America. Going to a country where I was classified as an immigrant, I was thrilled to go to this paradise of joy. While I traveled from my home to the airport, I was visualizing my new life and thinking of what I will see. Saying good bye to my relatives and mourning after every step I moved away for them was difficult.

I open the door. I feel sick. I’m nervous and my stomach’s turning. The room is lined with neat rows of desks, each one occupied by another kid my age. I walk in and sit down in an open seat, kids awkwardly staring at me. It’s my first year in 9th grade, second month in NJ, and my first year in the United States of America.

I’ve always dreamed of going to American. I would watch America on television and read about it in the newspapers. I was eleven years old when my older sister Patrice left to go to America. Patrice finished her education In Jamaica and was going to America to further her education. If you are lucky enough to have the right funds and the right documents you can continue your education in the states. I said good-bye to my sister knowing that one day I soon will have my chance.

The phenomenon of migration to US back to several reasons; economic, political, and social which force people to leave their original environment. It may have sometimes happened due to an external force during periods of war, which forces people to abandon their native country. It should not be ignored the role of scarcity of natural resources, unemployment, poverty, and the loss of the ability to satisfy vital needs. Furthermore, Immigration is considered to be a demographic characteristic that moves from one place to another, either for getting better conditions or for escaping from a bad life. Migration can be a significant positive payoff; It is clear evidence in transferring knowledge, skills and enrich cultures. Immigrants talk so much about the manifestations of progress in America and how

I can still remember my stomach feeling so sick when I first got on an airplane.One of the biggest thing I had to overcome in my life was moving to the United States. I knew my life was about to change when I finally got my traveling papers. I was born in the Dominican Republic and spent most of my young years in my homeland so I knew something big was coming. My family and I took this big step just so we can have a better education, better jobs, a better life, just so we can have the “American Dream”.

During the hurried, yet gleeful, disembarkment of the passengers aboard the cruise liner with luggage in hand and sporting newly acquired sun burns from the 2 week long voyage, she bided her time patiently along the lower promenade, watching the many American nouveau riche converged with their waiting family and friends prepared to regale them with their adventures in the far off islands of the Philippines and Papua New Guinea. Up until this point, not a single consideration or doubt had entered her mind as the ship neared the States and thankfully, she remained resolved in her long considered decision to return to her homeland.

Throughout my life, people assumed deficiency in those who came from another country. I was raised differently than other kids at my school, speak a different language, respect, appreciate moments and people in the specific way. With time, I have come to realize that all I strived for and loved was always by my side - my family. My family always stayed by me, even when we had to be separated for years. When my parents found out that we finally can move to America and reunite with our extended family, my happiness was endless, same as, my fear. The fear of being odd compared to high school students or being a loner in the hallways preoccupied my mind. Being an extrovert, I struggled as I imagined that I won’t be socializing with peers as much as I used to. Finally, when we moved to the USA it’s all started. Many people were impressed that I arrived from Russia and knew English very well, but they still in the way called me

My parents immigrated to the US, from the former Soviet Union, with nothing but the clothes on their backs. The Soviet government, at that time, didn’t allow any of its citizens to take anything out of the country. My parents sold everything they had and were allowed to leave with only a meager sum of money (the Soviet Union wanted to make sure none of her “wealth” would go abroad). As a result, my parents came to the US with literally almost nothing but their clothes and a few worthless rubles. My parents came to the US at the beginning of 1991, at the end of ‘91 I was born.

Throughout history, people have migrated to on country from the other with their family, friends, and by themselves. They use different ways of transportation based on how far they are traveling and how they like to travel. However, without a reason, nobody likes to run out of his/her own country. Some people do not like to emigrate from their country whatever happened they want to stay where they grew up. As time changed, there are a lot of teenagers dreaming about going to a new country. Nobody can conclude that they are not right or wrong. On the other hand, many people do not like to emigrate even when the country political condition is bad. Consequently, the three main reasons why people are afraid migrating from country to the other country is because missing family members, afraid of new culture and afraid of transportation system. (145)

I believe there will be a rainbow after a thunderstorm. As any living thing, we go through many different occasions. Most of them being difficult situations that require a bit more than some fine-tuning to resolve. We usually try to avoid these situations, because they are trouble and bothersome. But still sometime these decisions are made for us, we do not get to decide what happens. Whether it’s another hard day of work to support your family or making anxious and pressuring decisions that will decide the fate of a company. They are all rewarding experiences whether the reward is minimum wage or landing million dollar contracts.

Before I moved to the US, I was living in Nepal. My last year was in 3rd grade which I went to a school called the Lincoln School. It was a small school, with a huge campus. There were about 5 big buildings and about 8 smaller buildings. There were a soccer field and 2 basketball courts. There were no more than 350 people attending the Lincoln school. The reason we moved to New York was because my mom got a new job. Another reason we came to the US was because my mom had an international pay(which is more than a National pay. National pay was for the people who lived in Nepal). The U.N(United Nation) could not afford the international pay, so we moved to New York. The rent was very different. The rent in NYC went up by $5500 which was a 90% change. The pricing on everything changed.

language very well. I came to the United States and have done that for them. My children will deal with the same psychological trauma and feelings I went through. This feeling of disparity and hopelessness. It could seriously hurt my kids and I don’t want them to go through what I did. No young child should go through what I did.

When I was in fourth grade a Jewish man visited my school to talk about his experiences during the Holocaust. However, his account of his time spent in the consecration camps was not what made my eyes to tear up that day. He related that when he was a young boy, he and his friends thought that in America money grew on trees. He said that growing up in Czechoslovakia he always dreamed of coming to America and living the "American dream." I could see the tears well up in his eyes and could hear the tremble in his voice when he began to tell us how lucky we were to be born in the USA because it "is the best country in the world." This was the first time when I realized how enormously blessed I am to be an American.