Despite the challenges of being an immigrant who could not speak English well, my mother worked very hard to provide for my brother and me. I remember becoming her translator after I had first learned to read. I read and emails and other important documents for her, translating from English to Amharic and vice versa. I would also go accompany her outside the house, to the doctor’s office or the bank for example, in order to help her with the language barrier.
But as I became older, I grew frustrated with my mother and my situation because I was not able to do the things that I saw other kids my age doing. I felt that it was unfair that I was forced to mature at a young age. I envied my peers at school who spoke of their trips to Disneyland while I was dumbfounded that a place like that even existed. Rather than taking family vacations, I had to stay home and carry out the responsibilities that come with being the child of a poor immigrant. My frustrations as a young teenager could have led me to make some bad choices. Too many people …show more content…
For this reason, after high school I volunteered for Habitat for Humanity and worked with people in low- income settings. While working for Habitat for Humanity, I encountered many families who experienced challenges due to homelessness or over-priced housing. These encounters spurred my desire to help families going through economic struggles such as struggling to pay for over-priced housing, being homeless or living in slum housing. I came to realize that I could help such people much more efficiently if I pursued a degree in Urban Studies and focused on community development and