On the other hand, though, my parents only finished the sixth grade in Mexico in addition to that they did not even speak English. I did not think much of this since I lived in a predominantly Hispanic area. My whole elementary school consisted of Hispanic students whose parents were similar to my own. Most of us were bilingual; it was just the norm. I had no idea of what I would have to overcome just to get into college. All I knew was that I wanted a better life for myself and an education was the way to achieve it.
I feel like many of my teachers saw this strive in me which is why they always encouraged …show more content…
I would come home from school exhausted with a pile of homework due the next day. All I wanted to do was take a nap and forget about the essays, projects, and assignments. I knew they were important, but after not sleeping well the past few days I began to forget what the point in it all was. My family was always there though, looking at my younger siblings I would remember that they looked up to me. Being older it was my responsibility to show them anything was possible they could meet their goals with enough work and effort. Even though all I wanted to give up I knew it would be a waste of all the work I had done up until that point, it was not worth