My Mexican Identity

I am, in all aspects of the word, a Mexican. My skin is brown and my family is large. I've done more physical labor in my life than most people I know will ever will. I speak both English and Spanish fluently and although I was born in America, I am a minority. Much like every other immigrant, my parents came to America because they wanted me and my siblings to have the lives they could not. This essay is an expression of how my identity was shaped because of my past. If I could describe my life in one word, it would be “Work”. I've worked outside for nearly my entire life and my house is proof of that. Where tall grass once grew, now grows a large field of edible vegetation. Where there was once empty land, there is now a fence for the animals we care for. Where a decrepit house once stood, now stands a place I can call my home. And although I have never enjoyed working, I do not hate or resent my parents for making me do it. Instead when I think back, I am grateful to them for the advantages working has given me.
In the summer, for a few hours each day, I worked on whatever jobs needed to be done on the fence or farm. After a few hours working at home, I picked blueberries until the sun went down and the owner told us all we were done for the …show more content…
I am a hard worker at whatever I do because I'm used to doing what is necessary to complete the task at hand. While other kids slacked off and played around in class, I finished my classwork and homework so that I could focus my time outside of school to work and rest. And because of this I never had a need to study or do any schoolwork at home until recently. I only found the need to bring schoolwork home in my Junior Year of high school. At that time I took two classes at the Lake Michigan College Campus in South Haven and a college level programming class at the Van Buren Technology