Personal Narrative: Mexican Stereotypes

I am the result of a cooperative effort made through generations of hard work and sacrifice. I am a representative of over 30 million people here to defy the expectations of a misinformed society. I am, and could not be prouder to be, the next generation of Peruvian Americans. But it hasn't always been that way.
I’ve been raised Peruvian, as a child every day I’d hear our music playing in the house, we’d eat our food, and if the tv was on we’d watch our channel. But for eight hours a day, five days a week I’d have to leave my culture, not by plane but by bus, not hours away but only a few minutes. School was where I learned about the world, different people from different cultures all from places I had heard about, and though I appreciated the new cultures I was being exposed to, I was always embarrassed when nobody knew mine. Its wasn’t until middle school that I could say I was Peruvian without requiring some sort of explanation afterwards. My classmates were under the impression that there were four races: white, black, asian, and mexican. Even today I hear Mexican in the place of Cuban, Venezuelan, or any other latin country. If someone wants to get on my nerves the mexican stereotypes are the first to come out.
For me being Peruvian American means rooting for the national team on late nights whether we think we’re
Despite the odds they were perfect students, excelled in the workforce, and earned their place in America. They left their family, their friends, their country behind so that I may have the opportunities I have today. I know, my family knows, our friends know how just lucky I am to be where I am today. I feel it’s my turn to continue their story and to represent Peru in the best way I can. They believe I have the potential to do great things and even though it’s a lot of pressure, I know I won’t disappoint