I slouched lower in my desk, embarrassed as the class echoes with laughter. The substitute teacher had just butchered my name calling me Alejandro, a boy’s name. It would be pointless trying to correct her because I would end up reminding her again. I should be used to this by now because it happens all the time. This wouldn’t happen if I had a more American name like Baylee or Aby. But instead my name gave away my ethnicity, which everyone looks down upon. But it was at this moment in Mrs. Wood’s classroom that I promised myself it was the last time I was going to let my ethnicity make me feel inferior to others. This is the obstacle that I have overcome to get to where I am today.
I am already set up to inferiority at school because I have one of the most authentic Mexican name that …show more content…
I kept trying to fit in as an American but I wasn’t a complete match. The thing is America doesn’t have a standard picture of what its citizens should look like. It is known as the land of the free whom welcomed immigrants from all around the world. I didn’t and will never fit in as a complete American because I am also Mexican. And I will never be a complete Mexican because I am American. I am basically stuck in the middle. I must know about football yet have a passion for soccer. I have to know who Pancho Villa is and at the same time know about Christopher Columbus. The middle where I have to know about the famous people, customs and traditions in the United States and Mexico. It was also hard to figure out who I was because I didn’t know how I got here. So I asked. My parents crossed the border illegally so that they could provide their family a better life style. They came in search the opportunity of education and stability. They came to the United States to give me the opportunity to be someone in this
I am already set up to inferiority at school because I have one of the most authentic Mexican name that …show more content…
I kept trying to fit in as an American but I wasn’t a complete match. The thing is America doesn’t have a standard picture of what its citizens should look like. It is known as the land of the free whom welcomed immigrants from all around the world. I didn’t and will never fit in as a complete American because I am also Mexican. And I will never be a complete Mexican because I am American. I am basically stuck in the middle. I must know about football yet have a passion for soccer. I have to know who Pancho Villa is and at the same time know about Christopher Columbus. The middle where I have to know about the famous people, customs and traditions in the United States and Mexico. It was also hard to figure out who I was because I didn’t know how I got here. So I asked. My parents crossed the border illegally so that they could provide their family a better life style. They came in search the opportunity of education and stability. They came to the United States to give me the opportunity to be someone in this