Rewind two years prior to that moment where we have an outspoken three-year-old girl accessorized with pink
Rewind two years prior to that moment where we have an outspoken three-year-old girl accessorized with pink
Growing up I excelled in every educational aspect of school. However the stereotype for someone of my skin color did not allow for me to be both Mexican and smart. My Hispanic peers began to exclude me; the most common way they did that was by taking away my identity as a Mexican. I heard “Diego you white” an uncountable number of times throughout my schooling. I noticed that my grades and vocabulary would trigger that comment so I began to change the way I acted in order to fit in. It was not until recently that I realized the fault in changing and found a peaceful merge between the two speech communities.…
Winter is the last season in a year among the four. It is like a immaculate bride who has a beautiful white dress on her. But to me, winter just like a vicious witch who put magic on me and made me had a bad start in USA. My family immigrated during the winter and it brought changes in my life and my personality. It is a sign of starting new. In this new place, I have enjoyed a certain level of comfort like making new friends and seeing new things. But, every day, I still had to grapple with language difficulties, cultural gaps, and day-to-day life issues. Especially about associating with people, social aspect became one of the most challenging thing I have to conquer and it was a torturous memories. Being an immigrant teaches me deeply…
She was born on a busy summer night on September 13th 1918 in Brookline, Massachusetts. I always had the feeling that Rosie was a little different from the rest of us. On the day of her birth the midwife arrived late, and my theory is that this action deprived her brain of oxygen. We were proven right when she failed to advance from kindergarten and was deemed to suffer from intellectual disabilities. When this happened our parents began to conceal their third child from society.…
I talked to my great grandmother, on my moms side, and asked her many questions about our ancestors. "Most of the generations I know about have lived in New Mexico. Usually when people ask us we say Spain because we know our ancestors didn't come from Mexico. I'd say Spain" she said word for word. I also asked her how long ago they came and she didn't know so I assume they came a long time ago.…
Once we arrived to Illinois we went by 26st. There my father was waiting for us outside with my cousins and aunt. The first thing I did was reach for my father. Our first few weeks in Chicago were a bit lunatic. By saying that the next day after we arrived my sister and I went to the store and a shoot broke out. My mom came into the store running to pick us up. I honestly was scared of my new home. Once school started I started to have a bit of comfort in the neighborhood. Once I went to school it hit me that I was not anymore in Mexico, for I saw a lot of diversity. From black to white, to brown people I saw and I meet. I only saw white people on TV who were another ethic than me. During kinder I learned to read, count, and learn a new language…
I was raised in the small town of Hidalgo, Texas, just on the side of the Mexican Border. Living there made me grow up thinking that possibilities were limited and there was not much offered to us. Although, along the years, I realized that this town did not define me , and it actually made me strong enough to take on life elsewhere in the future . I remember being in this town ten years ago, and there was only local businesses . The town has grown along with me, and it has opened up opportunities to its community and myself.…
As humans, each of us possesses undeniable, individual traits. These are what truly defines us as who we are, whether it be brown hair, a vibrant smile, or even a particular laugh. Most of the time these things are decided for us. We cannot choose our height or eye color. There are other aspects beyond physical to be acknowledged as well. We each have our own unique perspectives of literally everything based on our own lives. My life was forever changed the day I was marked forever.…
My father is a Sicilian combat veteran from Brooklyn and my mother is an immigrant from El Salvador. The disparity of their backgrounds is immeasurable, but their lives have impacted me greatly. They divorced when I was 3, but their relationship is unbelievably strong. I lived in a diverse environment, speaking different languages and existing in polar opposite lifestyles. The dichotomy molded me and influenced my character, perspective and state of being. Under my father’s roof, I endured a military-style upbringing-but the love was apparent. I was encouraged to play sports and excel in my academics. I am competitive in nature, and exceeding was always my aspiration. However certain events have caused me to falter, but I now understand that the duty of each human is to delegate their time for the advancement of the species and if no one holds you responsible, it is imperative that you do so.…
Based on the first day, I loved it and don’t want to go back to the United States for a while. There were prestigious architectures, exciting activities, and many unusual animals. Growing up in India wouldn't be the worst possible life and I wouldn't run out of activities to do for sure. Although, poverty is a big issue nationwide and needs to be brought to the government's attention. Many families are walking the streets, asking other people for money to buy clothes, a house, and provide a life for their children. After the first day life is surely not the same in India as it is in the United States. Some girls in India aren’t thoroughly educated, females aren’t treated the same as males, a caste system is still existing in certain areas,…
It’s the first day of school, and the warm welcome that I was expecting from my fellow classmates has yet to come. In every class, I’ve been introduced as “The new student who immigrated from Honduras,” and without fail, my peers have all given the same reaction. They stare at me like I have “imbecile” written across my forehead.…
As an Immigrant, there were many challenges I faced whether it's related to language or understanding the culture. My family moved to United States of America when I was in 6th grade. I was always told by my parents that building a successful career is very important. This idea of building a successful career never stuck in my mind until the junior year of high school when I all sudden all the teachers and counselors started talking about going to college build a career in a field that you were interested in and also important to you.…
Growing up in an immigrant household came with many difficulties. Learning English was very easy for me because I was always in daycare but coming home was hard because I could not communicate with my parents. Trying to communicate with my parents was very difficult and frustrating. Even though it was at a young age, it was difficult to live in a household who only spoke Spanish.…
When I was thinking about doing this interview with someone who was an immigrant, I thought I didn't know anybody. Then I remembered that my friend Ben’s parents were immigrants. I have never thought about his family being from a different country before. I decided to interview his grandma because I thought she might know a little bit more about immigrating here and how it affected her life.…
Growing up in a community that is mostly Hispanic creates a type of shield, not allowing for different cultures or ethnicity to diversify the community. A Hispanic family living in such an isolated community takes a toll on the way we view the world. This environment has indulged my curiosity. Being the second youngest sibling of my family of seven has allowed me to learn from my older brothers, and have the privilege to be a leader to my little brother and serve as a role model to him. Though none of my family members went to college, and my parent’s highest education being a high school diploma, it hasn’t discouraged me to follow their footsteps, but rather give the encouragement to dedicate myself to be the first generation and in my whole…
This past July I was laid off from my job. I already knew that i was going to be laid off, but sure wasn’t expecting it to be so soon. The conflict of interest was losing the job that i became very good and comfortable with. The conflict of orientation was a win-lose situation. I had coworkers that turned into family, a constant paycheck, and it was in my hometown. I loved my job very much, so it sucked when i couldn't work there anymore. My conflict response was the “exit response”. Since i was so used to having a constant paycheck, i got out of the “being laid off funk” real quick. I put on a full face of makeup and a nice dress, and found me a job. My conflict outcome is where the “win” part comes out. I now work at American Eagle, and…