In January 2010, a tiny Haitian boy with thin arms and legs and a head too large for his body stepped off a plane in Orlando, Florida. Following the earthquake on January 12th, the government decided to expedite adoptions already in process. I was that small boy, and prior to the great adventure that brought me to America, I spent my first three years living in an orphanage on the small island of La Gonave, Haiti. I have limited memories of my time there, but I’ve since learned that I was the youngest child at the orphanage that housed roughly 30-40 children.
In a matter of hours, I was surrounded by new people, new culture and a new language.
After leaving the airport, I arrived home with my new parents, and met my younger sister for the first time. Initially, I knew only a handful of English phrases and knew nothing about American customs and culture. Learning to speak English was not as difficult as understanding new cultural norms. Having experienced food insecurity for my first several years, my parents constantly reassured me that the food in the refrigerator would always be replenished. Along with new people and language, I also picked up new germs, continually fighting off illness. I had limited exposure to technology, toys, and sweet treats, all of which I quickly came to enjoy.
I enrolled in Kindergarten and immediately felt at home. Fortunately, the elementary school I attended was culturally and ethnically diverse, allowing me to blend in and make friends. I appreciated the unity I felt with other students as we strove to achieve similar goals. I loved learning, meeting other kids, and the everlasting supply of Capri Suns from the cafeteria. While I knew English, Haitian Creole was my safety blanket, but I immersed myself in my new language to make friends and succeed at school. Learning to read and write proved difficult, and I was eventually diagnosed with Dysgraphia. While my friends were reading Harry Potter, I was still picking out picture books. I felt extremely proud of myself for finishing my first chapter book, My Side of the Mountain. I learned quickly after that, eventually finishing the Harry Potter series before some of my friends.
After overcoming obstacles through elementary and middle school, my family, friends, and teachers encouraged me to chase my dreams. Since I was young I have been interested in science and engineering. Innovation and change have always been promoted in my home. My mother introduced me to an elderly gentleman in my community who I befriended and assisted in restoring classic cars. Mr. Warmouth was a top Air Force engineer who developed radar and electrical systems for planes during the Cold War. Through working with Mr. Warmouth and learning about other engineers, I now want to pursue a career in aerospace engineering and become a pilot.
The experience of cultural assimilation, learning language, and personal development was a challenging, hectic and isolating process. I believe that education has provided the tools and knowledge necessary to overcome these challenges and find a sense of belonging. I anticipate achieving my dreams for the future, having struggled through the percarity of my childhood in order to become a confident, diligent adult.