Personal Narrative: My Immigrants

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My parents were immigrants who came to a foreign land, knew nothing of the language and culture, and had no real educational background. As a result, both my mom and dad are motivational forces that have driven me to achieve all that I can. My father, who never finished high school, traveled thousands of miles with my mother away from their rural villages in India to come to America, the fabled land of opportunity. This kind of upbringing has immersed me into two worlds. One is proudly Indian, and the other is delightedly American. Having this background has motivated me to make the best of the situations that my parents never had.
Now, I take the greatest joy from learning new information and experiencing new things. From Greek mythology,

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Personal Narrative: My Immigrant

tractor had something wrong with it, So my Dad and I had to use our neighbor's tractor to move the bales. And When My Dad and I were driving the tractor back to our house to move bales and something happened. I fell off and the tractor ran over me. But all that happened was I had a bruised lounge. When I fell off the tractor I hit My face on the step of the tractor and got a black eye. then When the tractor ran over me all it did was bruise My lounge. I was pasted out for about 10 minutes…

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Personal Narrative: My Immigrants To America

My grandparents came to the United States of America from Germany between World War 1 and World War 2. I am grateful that the U.S. let my ancestors come to the U.S. even though the nation of Germany was not on good terms with the U.S. at the time. It is my belief that the way our country has grown and remained strong is based upon our attitude towards others. We have been a welcoming nation and I believe that we should continue to be so, particularly to those who are fleeing war torn areas and poverty-stricken…

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Personal Narrative: My Journey Of An Immigrant

My conscious journey begun when my family decided to bring me to America in 2011. I had always dreamt of coming here ever since, I was six years old. The wait was almost seven years, however when I finally got my visa; it was like a fairytale to me. It all started when me and my little brother left my mom and my older brother in Eritrea, to come here. Therefore, it was one of the hard decisions I made at age fourteen. At first we headed to Kenya from Eritrea, and we lived there for a year, while…

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Personal Narrative: My Interview With An Immigrant

My family originated from Lima, Peru. I interviewed my Mother Ana Dietz on June 8th, 2015 at my house in the afternoon around 5:30pm. My method of interviewing my mother was very simple, I asked her verbal questions about our family history and what she remembers as an immigrant of the United States. My mom immigrated to the United States in 1987 where she claimed it was a peaceful era in the U.S compared to her home country Peru. Laws in Peru were not obeyed and discrimination was constantly a problem…

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Personal Narrative: My Experience As An Immigrant

the hardships associated with being an immigrant. I come from a Mexican family and I myself was born in Mexico. However, I was brought to the US as a kid. Only being 1 year old at my arrival I definitely struggled adapting to the new environment. Even Though I was small and don't remember the process of crossing the border I do remember the hardships we experienced after our arrival. We were constantly changing houses and my mom found it hard to find a job. My father by the time we arrived had already…

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Personal Narrative: My Immigrant To The US

born at China, immigrant to the United States is not my first choice. My native language is Chinese, and I had no experienced with English before I immigrant to this country. I came to this country in 2009, and a year later, I got my green card, and then I realized that I will stay in this country for long time. As I figured out that I am unable to change my situation, I started learning English. As of now, I am college student, I am appreciate with everything I obtain after immigrant to this country…

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Personal Narrative: My Future As An Immigrant

It is my past that creates my unique perspective, but it is my dreams of the future that truly makes me unique. I am an immigrant. My parents packed my siblings and I up and plopped us down in the middle of a foreign country, 6,000 miles away from our family, friends, and home. I was seven at the time so I went to school, made new friends, and America became my home. A history of immigration has given me perspective into how much bigger the world is. Realizing that there is more to the world than…

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Personal Narrative: My First Immigrant To US

first arrived to U.S, I really didn’t know a thing about the country or how my life would turn out in a new country. I didn’t know anyone other than my family and relatives. I felt like I was in a different world, everything was so different, until I moved to city of Hamtramck. It was filled with different cultures and people from different countries, but mostly I felt relieved when I saw people from my home country. I started my school life from Sixth grade, it was really weird and awkward. I didn’t…

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Hamilton Lin-Manuel Miranda Made

deliberate choices in his portrayal of historical events and characters to craft a compelling narrative that resonates with modern audiences. By selectively emphasizing, omitting, and adapting information from primary and secondary sources, Miranda was able to shape the audience's understanding of the characters and time period depicted in the musical. One of the primary choices Miranda made was to prioritize the personal and emotional aspects of Hamilton's life over the strictly historical details. In the…

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Anti-Mexican Discourse

Growing up, I always wondered where my father would gain energy to head to work from 4pm to 3am in the morning every day, except Saturdays. Saturdays were my favorite days because I’d be able to see my dad and spend valuable time with him and my family, together. I also wondered why was it that my family or six had to endure living in a one-bedroom apartment when my dad is the living example of the idea of meritocracy highly valued in the U.S. Beginning college two years ago, I have begun to understand…

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