“Melissa, levantate rapido” that translates to Melissa you have 5 seconds to get up, and be ready or you will feel the wrath of The Chancla (a weapon used from all Hispanic mother’s to demonstrate authority.) Ten seconds after shouting at the top of her lungs for me to get up, my mother begins her day as she always does, providing my father, younger siblings and I with a meal. Which usually consists of the crispy black goya beans and medium sized white eggs all wrapped in a soft warm corn tortilla, I was thirteen when my mom was seven months pregnant, nearly fainted from exhaustion from cleaning houses, but it was not an option, my father's income was just not sufficient enough to support three children and an incoming one. It was at
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We cleaned Ms.Davenport’s house each Saturday till her passing. Every time my mother and I cleaned her house,she was the only person out of the three houses my mother and I cleaned, who dared to ask me about my education and life outside of scrubbing toilets. Every time she asked I felt obligated to tell her, she was the first person in my life who once was concerned about if my classes were too hard or too easy if my favorite subject was math, and for the first time I could seek someone for a question aside from …show more content…
From choosing courses and the level of course from regular ranging all the way to AP (advanced placement). As I entered high school I knew I was determined to challenge myself and take a chance take AP classes, that's when I was given the worst judgment from my freshman counselor. As I chose my courses, she looked at me in great confusion and said: “Oh I don’t think you can handle, these courses you should try regular honey.” The kind words of Ms. Davenport reemerged my mind “don’t let anyone stand in the way from gaining the exemplary education, stand strong and brave.” Ms. Davenport’s words stood as a greater source of counseling than my actual High School counselor. Freshman year went great, with the challenging courses I managed to get Honor Roll while taking these classes that “I would not handle.” got six A's and two B's. The defiance of my counselor and the motivation from Ms. Davenport. I would show my parents my grades and they will shrug it off and say “you are supposed to make those grades” Ms. Davenport for once said “I’m proud of you” and would be my biggest motivation
We cleaned Ms.Davenport’s house each Saturday till her passing. Every time my mother and I cleaned her house,she was the only person out of the three houses my mother and I cleaned, who dared to ask me about my education and life outside of scrubbing toilets. Every time she asked I felt obligated to tell her, she was the first person in my life who once was concerned about if my classes were too hard or too easy if my favorite subject was math, and for the first time I could seek someone for a question aside from …show more content…
From choosing courses and the level of course from regular ranging all the way to AP (advanced placement). As I entered high school I knew I was determined to challenge myself and take a chance take AP classes, that's when I was given the worst judgment from my freshman counselor. As I chose my courses, she looked at me in great confusion and said: “Oh I don’t think you can handle, these courses you should try regular honey.” The kind words of Ms. Davenport reemerged my mind “don’t let anyone stand in the way from gaining the exemplary education, stand strong and brave.” Ms. Davenport’s words stood as a greater source of counseling than my actual High School counselor. Freshman year went great, with the challenging courses I managed to get Honor Roll while taking these classes that “I would not handle.” got six A's and two B's. The defiance of my counselor and the motivation from Ms. Davenport. I would show my parents my grades and they will shrug it off and say “you are supposed to make those grades” Ms. Davenport for once said “I’m proud of you” and would be my biggest motivation