My full name is Laura Lopez, my mother named me Laura since according to her it was the name that was in trend, I was born in Bogotá, Colombia in 2000. In Colombia the native Colombians are indigenous which we all descend from but as Spain had a colony in Colombia almost everyone has Spanish background, in fact my grandmother from my father’s side was Spanish but her family had been in my country for several generations even in the early 1800s, his father was indigenous and Spanish. Moreover, From my mother’s side, my great grandmother was a native indigenous from the Amazon in Colombia, her husband was Spanish and therefore my grandmother was both indigenous and Spanish and then married my grandfather also indigenous and Spanish. Consequently …show more content…
My stepfather’s father was the first of the family to have come to Australia. My stepfather father’s name is Ramiro Espinosa just like my stepfather as it was a tradition in my country to give the same of the father to the first born son. my grandfather and all of his family are from Bogota, Colombia, he was born in 1935. Due to a conflict in Colombia which began around 1964 and made it an insecure country since the paramilitary groups and the guerrilla were attacking the government, my grandfather decided that it was better for his family to be in a more secure country. There was not a world event that affected my family but the conflict in Colombia was very violent, although it did not affect my family it was not safe anymore and the paramilitary groups along with the guerrilla were forcing people to join …show more content…
The special item that my stepfather remembers is my grandfather’s camera because he loved taking pictures of Australia and made his own laboratory to develop the pictures. My grandfather’s earliest childhood memory was drinking coffee with his mother back in Colombia every morning. Back in those
For our final project for this class, my partner and I decided to Interview Jose Hernandez who is my brother in law. Jose Hernandez came to the United States at the age of 21 and he’s been living in the U.S for almost 11 years already. We decided to interview him because we felt that we can connect with him if we were able to do a different person with a different ethnicity which was our plan at first but, because of time we needed to find someone fast. Jose has a great story to tell us about his life because he came by himself to the U.S without having any family living here, we want to know more about how hard was for him to support himself financially and emotionally in this country without any family near him. With any more further to say
My pregnant grandmother Petronila Machado gave birth to her baby son Cesar Obdulio Chavez Machado, who was named after his stepfather on December 10, 1953 in a small rural area known as San Pedro Arenales, Municipal of Chinameca, Departament of San Miguel in El Salvador. My father wasn’t born in a hospital. He was born in my grandmother’s home. Her home still exists today, and is the only adobe mud brick house in San Pedro Arenales. My father was always called Cesarito.
This autobiographical essay will define my experience as a Dominican immigrant living in New York City. Being an American citizen with a Dominican background are extremely relevant to the process of political socialization. My family background is founded on the principles of democratic values, which taught to me by my mother and father. In New York City, I found a “melting pot” of different immigrants that allowed me to feel more accepted as a Dominican living in the United States. More so, these aspects of the socialization process provided a foundation for my belief in democratic values throughout my life.
My mother always warned me that crying is an admission of weakness. With her thick skin and hunched back she trudged and taught me coping mechanisms that she embraced as survival skills. At a young age, I learned to cry silently, to be skeptical, and to always look to the future for happiness. However, as I have grown older and experienced my own challenges I have learned to ignore the lessons of my mother; something that I consider to be a sign of socioeconomic progress for our small immigrant family. The catalysis was that throughout my college years, I had to deal with the prosecution of a family member who sexually abused me when I was a child.
Growing up in an immigrant household in America, was difficult. I didn’t live, I learned to adapt. I learned to adapt to the fact that I did not look like any of my peers, so I changed. Adapted to the fact that my hair texture would never be like any of my peers, so I changed. Adapted to the fact that I was not as financially well off as my peers, so I changed.
People tend to romanticize the life of an American Immigrant. They say, “We are going to America, the land of the free, the land of opportunity;” and for most part I do agree, America has given me many great opportunities throughout the years, but opportunity comes at a price. My parent moved to America when I was two and paid the price of losing their ability to communicate and to see their families. Being a D.A.C.A (Deferred Action for Childhood Arrivals) student now, you can conclude I lost that ability as well.
I first moved to Texas and in particular to South Texas on the summer of 2001. Immediately after I got here I enrolled for classes for the Fall Semester at the University of Texas Pan American as an international student. On the morning of September 11, 2001 while I was getting ready for class I watched with horror on television, as many Americans did that day, the terrorist attack that unfolded in New York city, as well as the Pentagon and Pennsylvania. At first, the sheer destruction and the astounding amount of casualties was what I remember vividly, but that event will have a direct effect on me without even knowing it at the moment. You see, when I first came here, I came with a student visa, just like the terrorists that boarded the airplanes that were involved in the terrorist act.
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.
In August 14, 1983 I was born in Fresno, California. My family consists of my parents Xao Chang and Mao Yang, three sisters Youa, Yer and Vicky, and three brothers Bee, Davis and Doua. My family originally lived in Laos before they fled to Thailand by crossing over the Mekong River. After 2 years of living in the refugee camps in Thailand, my grandma was the first member of my family to immigrate to the United States in 1976. Followed by my parents and their relatives, 2 years later.
My most rewarding accomplishment consists of my ability to overcome the fear and weakness that was conceived upon my arrival to the United States from Mexico, in addition to a newly evolved character which allowed me to achieve academic, professional, and personal success. Nearly seven years ago, my mother and I immigrated from a harsh economic climate in Mexico that was plagued with unemployment. Additionally, our family faced bankruptcy. While holding onto our faith, we left our hometown with only what we could carry and bought two one-way bus tickets. With nothing more than fear, two bags, and $50 in each of our pockets, we set out for what would be the most challenging journey of our lives.
First generation immigrants sacrifice their adulthood in search of a better life for their family and for future generations to come. My father came from Peru to support his family. He was the first person in his family to come to America. He works in road construction from morning until night so that my family is supported. The desire to repay both of my parents is the belief that guides my life.
The world is filled with people, and like snowflakes, each person is not the same as another. Each person identifies with different aspects of their lives to create their own personal identities. I personally identify with my Italian side of my family to help form who I am today. I have found myself connecting with this side more so than the other parts of my identity. It affects how I live my life by becoming the center to the culture surrounding me.
My name is Carl which is an older spelling of German Karl, meaning man. I had decided to move to the U.S. because it is known as the land of economic opportunity and because the unemployment in Germany was rising. The journey that I have taken to just get to the U.S. took me 13 days on a steamship that I was on. Before I did everything so I could get on the steamship, I thought about going on a sailing ship because it was way cheaper but I would have taken about 43 days to get to the U.S. While I was on the steamship coming from Germany, there were obstacles that were faced by everyone on board. For example, when I was on the steamship I had to overcome being seasick, being in small places that were crowded with more people, having little privacy,
I was born in January 1951, on the island of Java, in the village of Surabaya. After the Indonesian National Revolution, which followed World War II, my family, forced to leave independent Indonesia, repatriated to the Netherlands. I was a baby when we made the month-long voyage to the Port of Rotterdam on a refugee ship called the Groote Beer; the Great
Family Background: I was born on January 11, 1999 in Miami, Florida. I spent most of my early childhood with my grandparents while my parents worked. My grandfather would wake up in the morning to make sure my brother and I went to school safe and by the time we finished there was always a homemade meal waiting for us, it was something I looked forward to. In spite of us having had a language barrier and them no longer being around the influence they instilled on me is tremendous. From them I learned to have the strength to deal with other challenging obstacles life had to offer.