Growing up in two worlds is essentially what it was, living in a country where English is the number one language and being raised by Mexican parents where Spanish is the only language used isn’t an easy task growing up. I would speak one language with my friends but a different one with my parents; I sometimes ask myself how the heck did I graduate high school? As a kid I confused words and sometimes my friends or family would look at me with confusion, only to find out that I was speaking “Spanglish” (a combination of Spanish and English). The hardest moment in my life was in third grade, the day I was placed in an all-English classroom. I spoke English perfectly but the obstacle was understanding what the teacher was talking about, I couldn’t comprehend the language as well as the other students in the class. For example I knew how to say things with no problem but If someone would say something to me I wouldn’t understand because they were ether talking to fast or I couldn’t understand they’re vocabulary.
During the winter of that year my grandpa had gone to the hospital due to his diabetes, and guess who was taken with to interpret? I was in the car scared like never before, my mom was nervous and my grandpa didn’t have the usual smile on his face. I was confused, what was I supposed to tell the nurses? Being a 9-year-old Hispanic how many medical terms in English could I possibly know? Too many things were running through my head like what if I say something wrong and they do the wrong thing to him? Or what if he gets worse because I can’t say things right? Everything went so fast that all I remember was seeing my grandpa smiling again, his bright smile gave me the approval to think that I did everything right. He stayed there for some days but eventually came out healthy and smiling again.
Although that day was scary it gave me the motivation to keep on learning and not giving up on my schooling. It gave me the idea that if I learned English...
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