Personal Narrative: I Am A Mexican-American Woman

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I am a Mexican-American woman with certain views of the world. I don’t believe that my place in the world is next to a man, nor do I believe that my sole purpose in life is to procreate. I am a woman who needs and wants her independence. I am also a 33 years old working class woman. When I become a teacher I hope to move up to middle class and eventually upper middle class; I believe that continuing my education will aide me in this. Furthermore, I was born and raised catholic, but for a long time I did not feel as though religion was for me; so much of it didn’t make sense to me. Now I have a new found appreciation for it and I embrace it. Another aspect that makes me who I am is my disability, cone dystrophy. For a long time I was

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