My first day of school in Colorado was completely ridiculous. I knew not one person and I felt as if I did not do one thing correctly. Everything felt foreign to me, even the air. I had gone about the day doing what I was told and keeping quiet, feeling shy and upset about leaving my childhood home in Texas. When it came to be time for lunch, I remember a voice in my head scolding me for not attempting to make conversation; It was most likely my mother’s voice reminding me to try to make new friends. I began introducing myself and asking them about themselves, and I was ecstatic to find that they were outgoing and, throughout the rest of the day, they tried several times to include me and help me get situated with my new environment. Apart from certain times where a few would openly mock my …show more content…
They often assume that I cannot write as well as they can or speak as intelligently as they can - which in fact, is undeniably false. I now have lost most of my accent through force - a better attempt to try and fit in with the people around me so I would not be teased as frequently - but the longer I am away from Texas, the more I miss it. The more I begin to feel homesick and saddened at the fact that I am no longer who I once was and proud to be that person. I felt forced to conceal my true self for so long, that the façade actually began to become the me I am today. I couldn’t quite remember the old me anymore and the idea of losing a part of my identity terrified me. It makes me wonder if this is how Esperanza felt at times in The House On Mango Street by Sandra Cisneros. She, like I, was so utterly consumed by the thoughts of being ashamed of who she was and where she lived due to others’ assumptions of her home, that she tried to change herself, and slowly began to lose sight of who she was in the