Young Latin American woman of Mexican descent with a curvaceous physique. Full time college student, studying Communications. I would describe myself as a fun, sweet, and easy going girl. I am bilingual in Spanish. Born and raised in the city of Los Angeles in California.…
Have you ever loved someone so much, you’d give an arm for them? Not the expression, no literally give an arm for? Growing up in Haiti with my brother, I remember teasing and pushing him around, because thats what big brothers are supposed to do. One of the things I remember most vividly about him was waking up every morning to play soccer with a tennis ball we found, and racing each other all through town with our hands behind our backs pretending we were cars. Everyday wasn’t always perfect, like those days we spent chasing each other because we fought, just like all siblings, and I didn't always appreciate having a younger brother.…
I AM DOMINICAN! WAIT NO I AM AMERICAN! Wait no I’m neither. How can it be that I’m neither. I was born in Dominican Republic however I have lived in America since I was two years old.…
Although people assume otherwise, I am Latina, and I'm proud to be a part of that community. I obtain my Latin blood from my father, who moved to the United States from Uruguay as a child. My parents divorced each other when I was young; however, when I was with him for either the weekend or the month of July, I embraced all the wonders of my Latin family. Latino culture entails prodigious amounts of cooking, and we always cooked Uruguayan food; it was almost taboo to eat out. From flan to the glorious empanadas, my family always ate homemade meals.…
Being born in the Dominican Republic, and raced there until the age of nine. When I came to this country is was overwhelming. I did not speak the language, and adapting to a different culture was hard, but slowly it happened. In changing cultures, I also wanted to change the fact that I was Hispanic because others viewed me as being different in a bad way. I wanted to be Americanized, and I did.…
Growing up, in a Hispanic home I learned the values of life in a differently with hardship but always maintaining closeness. At home, I was taught that family is the most important thing in life. Even though I was born in the United States, my family taught me how to stay in touch with my Hispanic roots and never be ashamed of my culture. Speaking Spanish is greatly important to me. Because of this, I am able to communicate easily with my family members and the Hispanic community.…
Growing up in a single parent household, I have faced many trials and tribulations. One of these trials and tribulations was growing up in a low income family with limited opportunities. I was a bright, productive student, in 9th grade year I tried my hardest, even in math and science, to make my freshman year the best and most productive; I got good grades, joined the track team and got a job. But then during my 10th through 11th grade years I began to experience verbal and mental abuse at the hand of a family member. At one point I had run away from home to get away from my problems.…
My parents came to America through school because where there from colleges are not so great. My parents are from a small place in Africa called Rwanda, it’s a pretty small country and not a lot of people know about it. Well my parents didn’t know each other back in Rwanda but met in America. They came here because they were given the option to come to America paid by the government to take studies and come back. My parents obviously didn’t do that but they got that privilege because they did good in school and over there school shapes your life more than it does here.…
I was born June 14, 1997 in Las Vegas, but just a couple of days after my birth my parents, Yimnel Rodriguez and Stacey Rene'e Brew, split up and I remained with my mother. Yimnel and Stacey were both relatively young, 21 and 22, when I was born. Over time, I grew closer and closer to my father’s family; after my 2nd birthday I moved in with my father. I loved living around my Cuban family.…
Many people say that your infancy shapes who you will become as an adult-in my circumstance, that’s accurate. Growing up in a Hispanic family in America, I am part of the first generation that is supposed to become successful as we reached adulthood. The expectations have always been relentless, but I am thankful for my parent’s hopes. From my first day of kindergarten, to my last year of high school, my parents have always expected me to receive the only grade that in their eyes was worthy- the infamous “A”.…
Coming from a Hispanic background means that I have the ability to do more than my peers. Growing up in the United States and living in a Hispanic household gave me the chance to have more than one cultural view. Having more than one cultural view allowed me to develop an open mind that helped broaden my views, and helped me in my life. However, I was often told that the world looks more at your race than it did intelligence, character and integrity. For a while, I believed that statement due to the fact that in middle school, I noticed that there were more successful white people than any other race.…
Being Hispanic carries so much more meaning than being just another race, it is a lifestyle. It's making delicious tamales with my entire family every year for Christmas festivities. It's the unexpected frijoles inside that butter container in the fridge. It's all your aunts repeatedly telling you that you look fat, yet they’ll keep serving you more food because they care about you. It's that fear when you hear a knock on the door because it’s probably one of your various relatives with their entire family.…
In the past several decades, thousands of people have immigrated to America in search of a better life or a fresh start. They came from all corners of the Earth: different cultures, languages, and life experiences. Eighteen years ago, my family immigrated to America from Ukraine to escape religious persecution and economic instability. My parents wanted their children to have the opportunity to get a good education and succeed in life because they never had that chance. Back in the Ukraine they were looked down upon for their Christian faith; therefore, they weren’t able to attend college.…
I live in Brownsville Texas which is border with Mexico. Growing up in a mexican-american environment has been a wonderful experience. Both of my parents are Mexican and they both inculcated the mexican culture in my life. Since I live in the United States my mom has endowed me with both cultures. In Mexico they do not celebrate Halloween, instead they celebrate ¨El Día de los Muertos¨ (Day of the dead), in my advantage I get to celebrate both.…
Growing up in Mexico, I didn't have the best of everything. I had and still have a hard working family, but as a kid, I would always see my parents struggling to put food on our table for my siblings and myself. To this date, every time I am in contact with my relatives in Mexico they always tell me how much people struggle to provide a living for their families, especially when there is really no place to work or any resources that can help them out with such needs. As of now, life has been treating me well; I have a wonderful wife, an amazing 2 year old son and a baby that is soon to be due and a great job! My motivation to do this mission trip is by putting myself in the shoes of all those people that have to struggle every day and night to…