Personal Narrative-It's Time To Attend University High School

Throughout my life, there have been multiple places where I faintly see God. One day that I felt his presence more than ever was the day after the 2016 election. On the day of the election, there was a lot of tension in Marquette University High School. I do not know how many people felt it, but I know that I did, and I could see that some classmates acted a little out of the usual, and ignored me in some cases. Later that night, the election seemed to be going in favor for Mr. Donald Trump. I stayed up until two in the morning the next day because of how nervous I was. The following morning, I woke up to see that Donald Trump had one the election. That morning at school was so difficult to get through. Unfortunately I had a guest that …show more content…
It was painful to see how many students would support a man that had no respect for anyone that did not look like him, live like him, and see others the same way as him. Finally, homeroom period arrived, and I went to Orgullo Latino. The atmosphere was so dead one could have heard a pin fall on the carpet. My guest and I sat down and Mr. Chavoya and Ms. Cazco began asking anyone if they would like to say anything. Ms. Cazco had been crying already. Many classmates said that they had never cried so much in one day. Many were still crying, including me. Then one of my closest friends told us a story about his life when his parents came here, and were able to give birth to him in the United States. He said “My dad would fix radios, and sell them just so that I could have a concha to eat. They would often be stale because that is the only thing that we could afford. We didn’t even have beds, we slept on the floor. This is why it hurts me when people say that racism doesn’t exist, and it’s way too easy for immigrants to come here, because that is all lies.” He began to cry, and so did the rest of the homeroom. The toughest guys there were in tears. When the bell rang, we all left five minutes later, because we were all hugging each other, even though some of us had never even seen each other. I felt safer after that, because I knew …show more content…
As it can be inferred, it is only Hispanic students who are in this music program. When I arrived, the group that had a rehearsal before me was crying. This group was made up of third and fourth graders. These kids, some who hadn’t even hit ten years of age, were crying out of fear, either for their parents, siblings, or themselves. My music instructor asked us to go comfort at least one of these kids. During my rehearsal, we did not play a single song. We sat in a circle and talked about our day at school. What I found was that some of the high schoolers in my group were one of maybe three Hispanics in their school! They said that they wished that they had stayed home because the comments that they had received were ones that they could not reiterate. As we took turns speaking, everyone began crying. Although many people in there were citizens, there was still three of us who were not. When the “rehearsal” ended, there was a lot of hugging going on. I felt God within every single person. They all told me that they would always stand by me and that they would not let anything happen to me. I felt such a close connection to my musical family, and I can only thank God for having placed me with these people who would do anything to make sure I was safe. God provided a safe haven for me in this