Personal Narrative: Moving To America

I remember feeling helpless and confused. I wanted to see my dad and my siblings but I didn’t want to leave my friends behind and I really liked the school I was attending I had just gotten into the 3rd grade which I was very excited for. I didn’t have another option, I had to come here and looking back I’ve never appreciated anything more.

When I arrived in the U.S at age 12 ½ it was a huge adjustment for me as I did not speak English. I was suddenly living with a family and not in the orphanage that I grew up in. it was hard for me to leave my orphanage in China I had lived there my whole life and thought of the orphanage as my home. After being adopted and now living in America I have so many opportunities I did not have in China.

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.

School work was a challenge back home because we would usually have an average of fifty kids in a class and have six to seven classes per day. So when I first started school in the U.S I was surprised by the number of kids per class. It was much easier, stress free and a lot more safer than back home. The first month of sophomore year was difficult to adapt to because the work and the environment was new. Over the course of that year and the rest of the three years I had left I made the best use of it and have progressed tremendously because i have adapted to the new

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 remember spending twelve hours on the airplane without getting any sleep. I couldn’t stop thinking about my new life I will face in America. I felt as if time had stopped and I didn't know what to think. After spending nine years in Egypt, I moved to an environment that was totally different from the one I came from. The first day of school came by so quickly, and I remember going to school not knowing anybody or anything.

Coming To America Moving from my village in Nairobi, Kenya seemed like a very distant and unimaginable situation which I gave no thought to at that moment in time. However, that soon changed when the news of our departure to a new country came to our doorsteps. My family and relatives were happy for us and as they gave their farewells but I felt longing to stay and not leave a place where I called home for so many years.

One day before we left, I said goodbye to all my friends I knew and the teachers too. I remember Sir Ronnie, my advisory teacher and math teacher, saying to be good and try your best there. Mr. Lindwell said good luck to me. After the dismissal bell rang, I went back home and packed up my stuff before leaving the Philippines. I knew that I was about a “OK” time.

A four year ago, I moved from Ethiopia to United State. When I was little I always wanted to go school in the U.S., so, we moved the summer before my freshman year in high school. I was enjoying summer, I visited my sibling in Washington and spend half of my summer in their house, I loved it. School started in August that year and I was excited. After a week of school, I realized what people saw when I talked.

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.

It was a warm Monday morning, I got a mail with urgent written all over it. After opening the mail I could not believe what I saw in the box. It was an acceptance letter from a university in America named Clark University. I was in high school when my father asked me to consider the option of studying in America but I did not want to leave my country for anything.

I lay in bed waiting to be called downstairs by my parents. I was ready for the long walk to the boat to America. My siblings, without a clue, think we are going to an amusement park. I look out my window to see the vast African desert staring back at me. Oh the wonders that America must hold.

I instantaneously scuttled behind my mother’s back. I was speechless, I was utterly mortified. My mouth was as large as Luke Skywalker’s

Now, inflation rates have exceeded 170% and the country takes the position of having the Second-Highest Homicide Rate. I have had to see how the poverty stricken country got worse everyday, how people desire to immigrate and take everything they can with them, how outsiders look at you with pity because of the reputation your country has. No matter how inadequate my country might be economically or how sometimes there is no electricity, water, nor food, I still love my country. Having said that, I didn’t always feel as proud when they asked me where I came from. The tough

At the time, I was terrified of having to start over. The thought of leaving all my friends behind. They were the people who I had grown up with, the people who I imagined I would end up graduating with. It was a tough transition for me, but I began to introduce