Personal Narrative Essay: What I Who Am I?

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Who am I? is a question I have asked myself many times and still find it hard to come up with an answer. I come from a Mexican family full of strong women. I am the only daughter in a family of seven my mom and dad included. I have 12 years living in San Diego. I am currently studying at Southwestern College and my major is computer science for transfer. But, who am I? All of the women in my family have had a rough life, my great grandma for instance; her husband was a drunk womanizer that left her with her eight children to go in search of a life full of pleasures and she took full control of her life and work to give them a good life and taught them how to take care of themselves. She died recently and it was really sad because on her last …show more content…
I came here with my family when I was 9 years old. I came to a school full of strangers in a huge place that is San Diego that couldn 't even be compared to the little ranch of a few hundred people where I used to live. it was an enormous change but regardless of the bulling for no knowing English and the constant fear to the new surroundings I was able to adapt and I learned that the world was bigger and full of different ideas, I learned that women still have it harder then men but there is hope and that no matter what might happen one should never quit trying even if success seems impossible. Because like my mom used to say Rome wasn 't built in one day and I still have a long way to go. Maybe one day I would be able to answer who I am more clearly but for now I think that the people and experiences in my life are those small glances of who I am and what I might become some day. I just want to enjoy the ride to that discovery and like Spock said, “After a time, you may find that having is not so pleasing a thing after all as wanting. It is not logical, but is often true.” - Star Trek, season 2, episode 1 (“Amok Time,” 1968). I want to know who I am fully but meanwhile I know I would continue learning, failing, crying and trying. Thank you professor for the tools that you gave us it was a pleasure to be part of your

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