The story of Malgorzata has many similarities with me. To start, I would like to introduce myself. My name is Darya Churikova. I am 32 years old. Even though my ethnicity is Russian, I was born and raised in Kazakhstan. When I was 18 years old, I decided to come to the United States to pursue my dream. Ever since I was a little girl, I have always wanted to be in the medical field; however, my parents were not sharing my passion for this field of education. Thus, I just like Malgorzata ventured to America with no family support.
In addition to our Eastern European ethnicity, there is another similarity. Even though I have only one year of education at the Karaganda State Technical University, where is was studying to become an engineer of health and labor protection, my mother has been in that field for over 30 years now. Most of the post soviet Union countries have gender-segregated point of view on the career. Engineering is considered to be a male field, thus it takes a lot of work, persistence, and willpower for a female to get into that field and achieve a higher rank. I am grateful I inherited this quality from my mother.
Moreover, reading the sentence about Malgorzata's passion for education made me feel like that sentence was written from my story as well. Besides moving to a country I have never been to before, It took me several years to get the dental hygiene program admission letter. First, I worked two jobs to support myself and be able to pay for the ESL classes. Then, I worked only one full-time job and started taking two-three classes of the prerequisites for the dental hygiene program. This process took me about three years. Then, after two years of trying to get into the program, the third was a charm.
Lastly, the least pleasant and the most hurtful part of Malgorzata's story is cancer. Unfortunately, it has no preference in age, gender, or race of the person. In 2012, I lost one of my closest family members, who had an enormous impact on my family - my grandfather. When someone asks me what is my best childhood memory, I answer "Grandpa". He was the kindest, most intelligent, funny, creative and humble person. He battled stage II lymphoma cancer since 2009. Unfortunately, I did not get a chance to see him again or even say my last "goodbye", due to my immigration paperwork still being in process.
The life of a single immigrant is not easy, but the courage, love, and passion for education and the world makes us keep going.