Essay On Growing Up Immigrant

Growing up Ignorant

Getting a good education in Bridgeport is not an easy thing to do. From the very start, teachers have low expectations of us. They look at us like we’re slow and simple minded; they talk to us as if we can’t comprehend; they hover over us as if we need the extra attention. My question is why? Why are we treated as if we’re all dense before we even get to show our potential? Is it really that easy for people to determine the intelligence of a child based on where they grow up? Contrary to what I've just discussed, education is an important factor in my life. To me, it’s far more than just reading, writing, and arithmetic; it's the thing that equips students with all the knowledge they need to make their dreams become reality. But it's kind of hard to enjoy getting an

Ever since I was a kid, I knew I wanted to pursue a career in the medical field, but I changed my mind after telling my grade school teacher (or rather, teacher's assistant,) about my career goals. While having a discussion in class about what we wanted to do when we grew up, I told her I wanted to be a pediatrician. She looked at me as if I were joking and then proceeded to tell me I should rethink my decision by saying, “Oh sweetheart, you should definitely become a nurse instead.” I didn't pay it any attention because I was so young, but now that I look back on it I honestly don’t know how to take it. How can a person you put your trust in just simply put you down like that, especially when you’re not old enough to even understand what they mean by it? Was it because I wasn’t smart enough? Was it about my