Personal Narrative: My Family Stereotypes

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Whenever I tell someone where I live, they automatically believe that I am in a gang even if I am only 5 feet tall. Living in Barrio Logan I have faced so many typical stereotypes about my neighborhood, but I don’t see it that way. Barrio Logan is not just a neighborhood, it's a supporting community. Everyone goes out of their way to make everyone seem like family. It has always been a diverse neighborhood with different ethnicities and religions that it has helped me learn to be accepting and open minded. Our community holds education to a high standard and has helped me appreciate how lucky I am to have that support and education. It also helped that Grandma was a middle school teacher. My family is a bit complicated. My parents divorced when I …show more content…
My grandmother passed away last year and the center of my “perfect” world fell apart. I was stuck in a funk for the months that came after and then my dad became unemployed. Through this difficult part of my life with biggest person of my childhood was gone, I realized that I had some growing up to do. I had to balance, helping my dad apply to jobs, school work, and my own grief over one of the most important school year. However these difficulties made me work harder. My grandmother had always helped me find my passion and now it’s my turn to turn them into a career. I have a big passion for animals and education, so my future career is working in the education department at the San Diego Zoo. The way I am turning this into a reality is transferring in my Senior year to Health Sciences High and Middle College. I transferred to this public charter high school because I had a lot more opportunities to help prepare for college and my career. At this school, I have accelerated my high school year so that I can take college courses and I am participating in a education internship at a local elementary school. I’ve grown from a shy little girl to a young adult with confidence who knows what she wants to do with her

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