For five years, Mexico had been my home. Moving to the United States to pursue the American Dream, is difficult for someone who doesn’t know the English language. I was five years old …show more content…
My response was that I wanted to be a waitress. As a child, growing up in a family of restaurant workers, I found nothing wrong with my response. In my freshman year, my class took a field trip to a YMCA college fair. Once again, I was asked the same question, but this time in front of several students. My new response was to be a Police Officer. Sophomore year I considered the fields of counseling or teaching. However, Junior year all my previous aspirations went away and became interested in nursing. Near the end of Junior year, I couldn't quite make up my mind of what I wanted to do. When I put determination and effort into something, I discovered something new about myself which makes it hard for me to have a goal to work for. Being a first-time generation student puts a lot of pressure; the need to make your parents feel proud puts a lot of weight on a person. As a Senior I’m currently undecided, but I still have a goal: helping others in any way or form. In our generation, people look up to individuals who have a professional job. I grew up believing, the only way to have an impact on others is by having a high profession. Society has shown us that having a high education, and a well paid job, is the key to being