El Salvador Narrative

For most of my childhood, my whole world was comprised of people that shared the same ethnicity, culture, and living style as I did. But after leaving El Salvador at the young age of seven and undertaking the most difficult journey of my life, my world was split shattered. In school, I had to assimilate to a culture where I was surrounded by kids who had been born speaking English and teachers who taught with voluminous books instead of dirty chalk boards. Meanwhile, at home, I had to meet my mom’s expectations while also serving as her intermediary between our old world and the US. Aside from school and home, I also had to struggle making friends, having difficulty creating and maintaining relationships with the people of my age group. Having
Coming from there, I found my world had been shattered and I had to start from scratch. I found that everything I knew had now been split into three. My life at home was rigorous and hard. My mother’s expectations of me were harsh but I thank her because without her regulations, my life at school would have been different. Maybe without her given structure of my life early on, I wouldn't have risen to become valedictorian of my school. Even though I did all the work and put in all the hours on my own free will, her expectations and my fear of letting them down motivated me when I felt like I reach “good enough”. Thanks to that, I found that life at school was relatively smooth and I was able to do well. I found that hard work can bring good fortunes so it’s always worth it to put in the time. At long last, I found that doing well at school, I was able to keep and create healthy relationships with people my age. I made friends and was no longer the lonely kid in the corner. I had people I could act the way I wanted to be. The realization that all my three worlds are interconnected is no surprise. I mean, they all came from the same place that I came from. From the violent towns of El Salvador. From my past. But enough about the past. My high school life is coming to an end. This upcoming Saturday, I graduate and life will again be changing. I will no longer have to live in that white blue house. I will have to say goodbye to Arrowhead. I will have to make new friends. College is coming and while I am completely excited for it, I do feel sorrow for leaving them. But it’s not really leaving them because nothing is forever. Unlike like my college memoir class, this is not the end. This is just the start of a new phase in my