Personal Narrative: My Life In Venezuela

As a Venezuelan High School Senior would think that would have to mean that I must have lived a hard life up to this point. One could assume that I have had parental problems such as my father leaving me, and my mom having to raise me alone. Since I am Hispanic I must have a green card. I am Hispanic so it must be impossible that I was born here and my parents are legal citizens. I am Venezuelan so I must be poor. Being born Venezuelan I must have had many hardships to go through growing up.

If one were to think these things about me one would be wrong. Everything that I listed above are only some of the stereo types that I have had to deal with over the years. I have the Privilege to go to a good school and not one that is run down and crawling with bad students thanks to my supportive and very non stereotypical Hispanic parents, however that doesn’t mean there are the ones who don’t feel like education is useful or are just there to make trouble, and of course Hispanics are put into that group at the start. …show more content…
In fact both my parents graduated from veterinary school. Thanks to everything my parents have done for me I have the life that I live now. They want me to be the best that I can be and not the Hispanic teen covered in tattoos who fails his classes and skips class every day because he feels that education is pointless. I have taken AP classes and scored above average on all of my AP tests. I may not be the smartest of my class but I have taken honors classes to push my self and have participated in school clubs such as DECA. I have goals to pursue architecture and I even play the piano. It seems that I have done a lot of things right with my life but the question of what challenges I have faced to get to this point in my life continues to pop up and probably wont stop. Why is it that being Hispanic makes me not a “ normal “ candidate for a good