Contrasting Stereotypes

Growing up in the number one most diverse school in Michigan, I have always had to adapt to the contrasting characteristics of my peers. I see the girl with the name brand outfit, confident, and surrounded by the most of people. I see the shy boy who sits in the corner alone. Different races, different perspectives, and different life styles all create the melting pot of our nation. But, I noticed the fine line drawn between hispanic families and those of my peers. However, these differences were not so easy to accept when I was younger.
Career day, the day parents teach young ones all the wonders of their job, is the time children happily show off their parents. We all sat on the floor curiously enthralled in what parents would bring as they spoke about their everyday tasks. Of course everyone was intrigued by the rusty, red fire extinguisher, the gadgets of a police officer, and the different colored liquids of a scientist. It seemed that all the parents had interesting jobs. Except mine. My mom was a struggling single mother, working two shifts at a fast food restaurant. Speaking little english, she had no opportunity to gain a college degree. Yet, as strong as she is, my mom still arrived to career day. My mother was different than all the rest she stood behind me smiling each time I turned to glance at
She never missed a band concert, flute recitals or awards ceremonies. Sure, she does not have any knowledge from textbooks to give me, but her abundance of encouragement and enduring love is sufficient. Together, we have walked this prolonged journey toward graduation. There have been moments when the walk was dreadful and I felt myself crawling. Yet, with her over my shoulder, I knew I was not alone. In this journey, I have been blessed with a companion that hopes better for me than for herself. I've learned to appreciate all she has sacrificed to see me walk across the stadium in my red