Identity Crisis At first glance most would never think I am Mexican-American. Every person only finds out I am a Latina, when they read my name. Even though people think I am some Spanish girl, they do not realize I am actually a Mexican-American. Growing up I was never told that my ethnicity would ever have an effect on me. The term Latino and Mexican-American were the only terms I grew up knowing.…
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.…
Amber What is a warrior? What does it mean to be a fighter? Every time I look at my little 4-year-old cousin, Amber, she reminds me of what a warrior is. Amber Marie and her sister Alexia Rose were born 4 months premature and they weighed 1 pound 5 ounces.…
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.…
My whole life has been a sort of bubble, with the same people attending the same community college and staying in the same town. When I came across Sarah Lawrence my sophomore year of high school, something immediately clicked. The college was something unlike any other school I had researched. For a girl from California, New York feels like a safe heaven from an endless cycle of the same rural town. Sarah Lawrence has a great public policy program, and from a young age, I have had strong opinions about Chicano identity and activism.…
Being a student at one of the most prestigious schools in the United States, you are given amazing classes which teach us various topics which eventually bring us back to our major or main topic of our undergraduate. Being a Mexican student, my knowledge is primarily about the struggles and stories from my own country. Coming to this school and meeting other minorities from other countries and taking classes that teach us about those countries as well, my knowledge about other problems and stories that happen to other students, families, and youth throughout the countries makes us realize that we are all the same and not alone when it comes to tragedies and inequalities like the ones many of us encounter in the US already. Attending "El Pais Que Viene” a Non-Profit Event & Book Launch, allowed me to connect the various topic and stories I learned in my Chicano studies class called “Central Americans” where we discussed the important events and inequalities that are happening throughout these central American countries and looking at stories through literature and media. Living in the Untied States as a minority, we tend to not tell our stories from our countries or even identify ourselves from those countries due to the negative image that the US has towards the people who come from these different countries.…
My undocumented immigrant narrative I would like to tell you the story of when my grandma became a US citizen. My grandma went from chihuahua to the United States for the first time when she was 13. Her reason to go was because her mother died at age 37 and my great grandpa was not taking responsibility. She and her friend decided to go to the United States.…
Ever since I can remember, my life has always been filled with culture. From multiple quincerias to every dinner having a side of beans and rice. However, I wouldn’t change it for the world because thanks to my distance to the border, it has made a large part of who I am. Growing up, I remember I would always been teased for how close I lived to the border; that I could walk to the border, and if I kicked my ball over my fence, it would land in the Rio Grande River. Besides growing up very close to the border, I believe I had a normal life.…
I am an Immigrant, And I am a Refugee My family choose to move But my family was forced to move Moving was hard for both of us…
Jaslyn Mendez Reilly Honors ELA 10 October 11, 2017 I Am Me Yo soy Jaslyn, and I am Latina. I’m a Mexican girl who was born in the United States of America, which makes me Mexican American. Being Chicana always made me feel like an outcast. When I tried to make friends with full Americans, I could never relate to them because I wasn't exactly like them.…
There was a time where I was both courageous and cowardly. If I could go back in time, I would spit facts towards the teacher. But being seven or eight at the time, I rebelled the best way I could. Timidly, I grip the edges of my seat.…
“ Levántense ya es hora de que se despierten! ’’ said my grandma one morning as she was cooking us breakfast. My brother and me got up wondering why she wanted us up at 3am. I had forgotten but it was the day we were going to the pueblo .…
I do feel like we all are a nation of immigrants, so no I do not find this offensive, Most Americans can trace our lineage to an immigrant, and Most Americans ancestors just arrived to this country within the last century. This what make our country the melting pot that it is. The amount of immigrants that has come to this country looking for freedom is why this is a nation of immigrants. Some of the Caucasians even came from Scotland, Ireland, and England. I feel like everyone in America have a chance to move up whether they do or not.…
Everyone has their own background, the ultimate concept of nature vs nurture. It doesn’t matter if all of us are Mexicans, Americans, or other ethnicities. The childhood memories, family experiences and love are different for everyone and especially in siblings, it shapes every single one uniquely. I have lived my entire life, 17 years, next to the border of El Paso, TX and Juarez, Chihuahua. To the outside world, they might know this border as one of the most dangerous places in the world.…
Where I was waving “Adios” to my mother, the others were waving “Goodbye” to their parents. Torn between two worlds is what I thought I would always be. As a Mexican-American I believed that I would never be fully Mexican or American. I believed that I would never really fit into one specific group and would be target of exclusion all my life.…