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”. No other grade on my report card would ever be sufficient enough. I’ve gone through so many years of my life, robotically, receiving Honor Roll but never grasping my true worth until now. The pressures of always trying to meet my parent’s
