I immigrated to United States on June 2012. I was both nervous and excited as well. My immigration to United States was a remarkable process as it was followed by series of problems, and a fact that is an entrance to the new world without any religious and cultural restrictions. As the Boeing 777 landed at Miami International airport, I was nervous, tensed and excited as well. That was just the beginning of my search for better future.
He was an airplane pilot and smoked a lot. He had been told to stop smoking but he just refused. This man was well to do and had a good job making good money. He would get up and walk up and down the halls of the hospital, probably going to sneak a cigarette. This was a long time before no smoking was allowed.
When I was a kid I used to live with my mother and my grandparents, I grew up without knowing my father, but I was happy because my grandparents always bought me everything I wanted, at that time I was the only child at home. Later my Mom got married, and I had two brothers. I learned how to share my toys with them, and I got a stepfather who taught me many good things because he is a good and hard working man. My Mom is lucky. Before I finished the high school, I started to work for a big tools company as a salesman helper (where I learned many new things).
As a seventeen year old, I do not have the experience to know exactly what I want to accomplish, but one thing I do have is the high spirited personality that enables me to make friends on my way to a successful life. I am proud of this quality because it had helped me overcome challenges that try to prevent me from reaching my destiny. One of the challenges that came on my way was starting a new life in United States. I was very excited to learn that I was going to live in America. On September 2, 2005, I finally arrived in America.
It’s even harder when your family is in war against the communist government. At nine years old I didn’t even understand what the word “exile” means. We were politically exiled from our country and couldn’t even visit for two years, until we got a permit. Its not an easy thing to relate too. For a long time I felt that no one understood what I was going through.
My First Day in America Student’s name: Danilo Capcha Country of Origen: Peru Class: Reading Professor’s Names: M. Martinez People say that their first day in America was bad; however, my first day in America was good. On March 30, 2000, I had just arrived in the America. I will never forget this day because it was the day that I saw the Twin Towers. I will never forget this day because of the new people I met. I was excited to start my new life in America.
Born and raised in Pakistan, Changez spends as an international student an influential time in the U.S. and adapts to the particular way of life of this western meritocratic country. Changez was “one of only two Pakistanis in (his) class, two from a population of over 100 million souls”. When changez graduates from Princeton University and secures a job at underwood Samson he seems to be pleased and excited with his new life and opportunities he has been given. He states that “Princeton inspired me in the feeling that my life was a film in which I was the star and everything was possible”. this is all at the beginning of the novel when Changez considers himself to have been successful in America, and quickly adapts to the New York ways of life.
For my research paper I chose to focus on Lil Wayne. I admire him because he is hard working and he has gone through a lot to achieve his American dream and he never gave up on it. Lil Wayne's American dream was to have a better life for himself and move his family out of the ghetto. He had been trying to do that since he was young and then he finally got discovered at the age of 13 by Birdman who was a well-known local producer. He took Lil Wayne to the top and even though he had to drop out of high school it was wroth it because he is now worth over 24 Million dollars.
She got on by herself. None of her family had come with her. She said the flight was very bumpy ride and there were no snacks that the flight attendants gave out. When she got to New York she didn’t understand anything people told her. She only spoke Spanish at the time.
To put this into perspective, the day I left for boot camp was the first time I boarded an airplane. At the time, I was afraid of what to expect and if I would even make it through this arduous training. Needless to say I was terrified to be on my own. My parents were very supportive; however, they would not be able to help me get through this phase of my life. I was, for the first time, on my own.