...I was terrified of planes mostly, because I had a huge fear of heights. I had to board four airplanes to reach America, so I had to suck it up and try to survive. The first three airplanes were alright, I got the chance to watch movies on the second plane since that one was going to take the longest. The last flight was extremely difficult for me, because I did not want to sit in the plane for three more hours. I was tired of it. I finally reach Kansas City, I was so exhilarated to see my mom again. Then finally, I got to see my mom again. That moment was undoubtedly one of the happiest moments of my life. We left for our hotel we were going to stay the night at, this moment is also the first time I was exposed to football, I got my first ever football that night too. At first I wasn't sure what this egg shaped ball was, this “egg shaped ball” however would...
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...As we moved to a new place, especially in America, we encounter new things and the most common things is the culture shock. It is the feeling of disorientation, self-doubt, and unease that one may feel in a an unfamiliar place. Our principles, attitudes and rituals that we usually take for granted may no longer suffice us in our new environment. We can overcome culture shock and develop meaningful relationships with others, rather than feeling anxious and confused, by assimilating to the American culture. To do that, there are steps that I learned, for five months in the U.S. since I arrived here, based on my experience. First, as we encounter culture shock, we need to keep an open mind. We get a bit of disoriented as we try to see the culture, way different from our own. Do not automatically judge everything that is different is weird. Be optimistic. It takes time to adjust, but remember that...
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...Life is a series of ups and down everyone must deal with adversity have gone through paying for and Joe for moments are the must deal with adversity have gone through painful and joyful moments, but the hardest predicament I have dealt with is moving to America. Moving gave me default challenges to deal with such as losing friends and family, adopting to new environment, and the Constant feeling of being out of place. In 2008 I played, laughed, and shared stories with my friends for the last time. This is one of the many obstacle I had to overcome in the journey to coming America. I was around ten years old and I had grown up with most of the kids in the village so when I was told to say goodbye it left me heart broken so I grow closer to my brothers because they were more mature but also understood my pain. And once we settled in I found new friends and hope and pray that I will see my childhood friends again. Saying goodbye was a hard obstacle that I overcame by looking forward to when we would meet again....
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...Famous poet Khalil Gibran once said, “March on. Do not tarry. To go forward is to move toward perfection. March on and fear not the thorns, or the sharp stones on life’s path.” I relate to this quote because I am in a stage of my life that I cannot stop going forward, and I want to achieve the best that I can. As a result of moving to America, I learned to appreciate a trusting environment, the closeness of family, and the importance of education. As I was born and lived twenty two years in Iran. Then my family decided to move to America. Actually, this was not a sudden decision because they were thinking about it over a decade. There are many reasons we left our country, and the main reason is me. The other reason is that living in Iran...
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...English: the journey It was almost the middle of 2016: the weather in Brazil just started to get cold, and with that, the sandals, bikinis and shorts were put back in the closet, giving space to socks, hoodies and pants. It was a transition. And besides this transition, came another one: the decision to move to the United States. To be honest, moving to America was a thought already existent in my mind, but because of the constant problems with the soccer system in Brazil, I started to plan it. All those 10 years played in my home country were also put back in the closet of my mind; and the feeling of a new journey, full of experiences were dominating my head. It was a mixed of fear, happiness and hope. Fear because of the uncertain. Happiness because the new possibilities. And hope to build a better and amazing life, for me and my successors. Moving to America would be certainly the best option: I would be able to keep playing soccer, I would move to a “first world country” and the most important, I would have a high-level education and learn the most spoken language in the planet: English. Of course, this decision was not taken...
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...The day I moved from Pakistan to the United States changed me tremendously as a person. I was 7 years old and clueless about life outside of Pakistan and didn't know what to expect. Things changed real quick for me when my flight landed in the U. S. l was filled with confusion and couldn't tell where I was and who the people were around me and what they were saying. Life had completely made a three sixty rotation and things were only going to get more difficult. My first day of school was terrifying and very bewildering. I was baffled 7 year old Pakistani boy who didn't know English in a class with nearly one hundred percent American boys who spoke English. As a kid in Pakistan I loved sports my parents always kind of supported me no matter what I played. So when I got to the U.S I found this breathtaking new sport that I never knew anything about called football and fell in love with it in an instance. The thing that changed me the most was the people and friends that I met. The people I met were so polite and they always had this attitude toward helping other people. Going to an American School for the first time was one of the hardest things in my life. I didn't know English, so communication was extremely difficult at first. However, later I was put in this amazing program called ESL and learned English very quickly and fluently. Other students were very polite and they treated me honestly with all the respect that other students received. School at that point became amusing...
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...When I was 12 years old, I went to visit my family in the Philippines. I spent the whole summer there experiencing what it was like to live there again. I was born in the Philippines but I moved to America when I was just 6 years old for better opportunities for my family. During my time there I saw the differences in the values they had compared to what I see in America, especially in the way they see religion, I had seen where I learned my thoughts on religion came from. I was emerged in a whole new way at looking at what is going on around me. Filipinos are majority Catholic, they incorporate their religion into almost every aspect of their lives--even in school--by praying as often as they can and using what the bible says ad life lessons. In America my family just tries to go to church as often as we can, that is the majority of how we incorporate the religion into our lives but still had a sense even with the little amount it can still affect my life. Since my grandparents are missionaries they take their religion very seriously, I have always been open to believing in something higher up--like a god--to turn to when a tough situation arises. I like the idea of...
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...The night of Friday the 13,2001 at 11:00 p.m. I was born in a very beautiful country Kenya, specifically in a city called Nairobi. May not have been a lucky day but I truly feel I'm lucky. My parents had already been living there for a little over fifteen years until in 2009 when they decided it would be better for my future to move to the United States of America. I was excited at first knowing I was going to settle in a new country that is far advanced than where I live. I have been to copious places like London, Tanzania, Dubai, Mombasa, Uganda, India and much more. But I started to realize I would be leaving my friends, my house that I grew up in and my memories I had made for the past eight years. In America, we arrived in Minnesota at my...
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...At age three my parents decided to move America for a better opportunity and a new start. When I started school here, I realized I was much different from other kids in school. Gradually I became less confident and more isolated. I remember one school day, I was playing basketball alone. Next, this girl named sally, and asked me if she could join in. Although we had difficulty understanding each other, we managed to learn each other. As I watched Sally play basketball, I thought she was a very skilled player. On the other hand, I was struggling to learn the game rules. Soon our friendship grew, we kept learning new things from each other and also engaging. Alongside I found myself laughing with other kids whom I thought I had nothing in common. At this...
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...happen in the future. I came to the U.S. from Vietnam at the time my mind would say “no”, and the other people would answer “yes” if the question is “Do you want to be a permanent resident of America?”. I know that America is the greatest country in the world with freedom, happiness, and dream land, but I answered “no”. People wish to move to America because they don't have any chance, I have an opportunity, hence, I didn't tribute a big revitalized door has opened wide for me because I don’t know what’s matter of living in Vietnam. “Do you want to have brothers and sisters, Diep?”. “No, I don't.”. I want to be my parents’...
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...The plane ambled across the sky, basking in the bright afternoon sun. I slowly reached up and slid the round window cover open, letting the intense sunlight in and watching the vast ocean expand below. I squirmed with anticipation in my seat and excitedly glanced around the plane cabin. Traveling to this new world seemed like a fascinating adventure to my five-year old mind. I stared in utter amazement through the window as the sun set with a faint scarlet glow; light shimmering off the clouds and waves below. I longed to see the shores of America peak over the horizon. As my initial excitement gave way to exhaustion, I quietly drifted off to sleep, dreaming of a new and exhilarating life in the United States. Initially, I did not realize the consequences of moving to a foreign country. Once I stepped off the plane, I heard people around me speaking the equivalent of gibberish. Unsurprisingly, communication ended up being the first issue with immigrating to the United States. Being shunned as a result of not being able to communicate was part of every day at school. Alone and friendless, I spent many afternoons in a corner of the playground watching the other children play. Because I had no friends, recess became...
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...Kazakhstan pertained to the Soviet Union at the moment of my conception. My father was a Cuban exchange student finishing Geology, and my mother, a Russian-Greek descendant graduated from metallurgical engineering. Around eighteen months old, I visited Cuba to meet my parental family. After returning to Kazakhstan and living there for almost four years, I went back to Cuba and never saw my country of origin again; however, for the first time, we lived all together as a real family. After Soviet Union’s collapsing and the end of its assistance program, living in Cuba became unbearable. It was not only due to the economic constraints, but also the country’s social deterioration. Thus, we decided to emigrate again, but this time to Greece. To avoid suspicion, my father departed first in 1992, the following year I did; however, my mother was intercepted in her attempt to escape by the Cuban authorities. It was not until 1995 that she was able to finally leave Cuba. The moment of my departure was the last time I saw my mother in many years and this incident destroyed my parents’ marriage. Before immigrating to Greece, I flew to Russia in order to obtain Greek’s tourist visa. I spent one week in Moscow with my uncle and when my documents were available, I could finally fly and reunite with my father. After living in Greece for one year and not obtaining legal residency status, my father decided to try fortune in another country: the US. Leaving Greece was easy, but when we reached...
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...The first ten years of my life were spent in the most beautiful and calm place in the world, my country Libya. Throughout this time, I was an adventurous girl that loves to do new things and meet new people. However, things have changed when I moved to the United States. It was March 3, 2011, when I experienced new things for the first time, like riding an airplane and meeting new people that are not Libyan and don’t speak Arabic. As a child, I thought there is nothing outside of Tripoli, Libya and the people that I have seen on Tv were just fictional people that were created by some type of technology, but I was wrong. I was in America! I couldn't believe it. This is the place that everyone wishes to go to. It's the land of the free...
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...I was 10 years old, I had a very normal calm life in my home country India. I was extremely sociable and had a lot of friends. At the age of 11, all of this changed when my parents decided to move to the U.S. At first I was excited, I’ve watched numerous amounts of Hollywood movies during my childhood. Of course, I had no idea about what they were saying but the people depicted always seemed happy. Then as time went by the day came, the actual move from across the sea was about to take place in a few days. As I thought about how life was going be after the move I finally had a reality check. For so long I was daydreaming every day about the pros of moving but I finally started thinking about all the cons. First and foremost the most important thing that is essential for all humans is the ability to be able to communicate, I realized that I would not be so great at that since I didn't really practice English at my home country....
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...Sensations My family and I are moving to the Americas because we used to have a terrible life in Asia. I have yet to wonder or what to expect once we arrive. Although my stomach has intertwined and I am uncertain what lies ahead, for my future and my parents in America. My mind is petrified and I am too, but my heart is warm and I feel as if things will be different but conventional and abundant. I am now in America; however, in my heart I am at my roots, Asia. I am anxious to meet someone who will love me for who I am and not for where I am coming from, to be given that feeling where I feel like home. I am not aware of these American people, nor did I expect to be. My eyes deceive my mind, I have arrived at a community where I am surrounded by mindful people. In a moment as I was processing what will be my new world for as long I live; in the hope that these people will accept me. One afternoon after the day we arrived, I was walking past a crowd of people. I caught a glimpse of a beautiful man, whose name I would like to know. From his gorgeous light brown hair to deep blue eyes, and skin almost the color of pearl. He really caught my attention to the point where I thought of him every minute. I would never imagine myself with a white man whose complexion is...
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