I want to start my story before I was even born. My dad came to the United States but my mom was still in the Philippines. Then when I was born in the Philippines, my mom took care of me for five years while my dad was working a minimum wage job in the U.S., trying to earn enough money to send both my mom and I to the United States so we could all have a better life, one where we could prosper more due to the opportunities that the U.S. provides. I grew up going to a public school from kindergarten to 5th grade where I met people of different races. When I was in school being in ESL (English as a Second Language) exposed me to even more people of color such as Mexicans, Middle Eastern people, Turkish people, Latinos, and other Asian people.
Growing up, my parents couldn 't always afford what I wanted, but I always had food and shelter. My dad’s family brought him to California chasing the American dream. He had to dropout of high school in order to help provide for his family due to economic problems. He was only sixteen having to work in the fields. My dad is currently working as a forklift driver for Driscoll’s where he has been working for over twenty-five years.
Jay Asher wrote the book I am reading, Thirteen Reasons Why. He was born in Arcadia, California on September 30th 1975. His parents encouraged him to pursue all his dreams. He attended San Luis Obispo High School, then Cuesta Community College. Though did not graduate from college, he dropped out during his senior year to become and author.
My trek first began sophomore year of High School when I heard about the infamous "Appalachia Mission Trip." When students talked about this trip, you got the impression that they had gone to New York City for a weekend bachelor party. As soon as I heard the upperclassmen guarantee it was the most fun they've had on school trip, I knew I had to experience it myself. As it turns out, I had no idea what I was signing up for until we had our first meeting. The intimidating 6 foot 10 inch Kyle Goldcamp, Ex-minor league basketball player and head of the Lasallian Ministry department, was the first to talk about the responsibility and hard work this trip entails.
I managed to grasp the basic concepts of learning in grammar school only to succumb to the same people and pressures in high school. I achieved honor roll status in my freshman year of high school. Regardless, I fell off track puberty, peer pressure, and hardheadedness were my worst enemy. I conclude, moving out of my first foster home where I stayed for 13 years would satisfy my curiosities and mysteries of the street. Dr. Moorer states, "Like many of us, I thought I could fix my own problems."
I was born and raised in Quito, Ecuador until the age of 14. Due to economic hardships, my mother immigrated to the United States when I was five years old to seek better opportunities. My parents had to sacrifice themselves to provide my brother and I with the best education in Ecuador. They did not only pay for my brother’s private school but also for our extracurricular activities expenses. However, because of my performance in gymnastics, I won a scholarship for the best military academy in Ecuador.
But an obstacle occurred and he was not able to attend the university after his first year because he was an undocumented school. Years later, he received his green card and was able to attend school again. Throughout the presentation, he kept uttering the same phrase, “Si se Puede! Si se Puede!” which means “You can do it.” Throughout every obstacle he faced, he repeated this phrase it was meant to resonate with the Latino students. Fast forward seven years, he graduated from the university and started his career.
When I was five years old, my family moved from our home country of Chile to the United States of America because of my dad’s job. This was the first time in my life that I had ever witnessed someone taking a life-changing leap. Not many people are willing to pack up all of their belongings and move 5,000 miles away from their family, friends, and home country, but my parents made this monumental decision because they believed that it was the best thing for our family. My parents were the first people I saw to take the road less traveled by, and it made a great difference for me. As a seventeen year-old kid in high school, I have not had many chances to take the road less traveled by.
I felt extremely excluded and ostracized by everyone. It was November when I found out, and I had my first sonogram on New Year’s Eve. That is when I found out that I only had two weeks until this baby was born. Extraordinarily, I was prepared for him by the time he came. This whole life-changing experience had opened my eyes because it showed me how to step up and take responsibility in such a short amount of time.
I definitely think that going to college was a significant milestone in my life because I’m an only child and the first person in my family getting an education abroad. Looking back at freshman year of college, it’s been one seemingly endless roller coaster ride that’s taught me so much. For better and for worse, but more for the better, I see myself as an independent, more mature individual capable of making my own decisions. It was during this experience, where I met some of my best friends, lost friends, been broke, and felt home sick like never before. College helped me discover myself and it is then when I realized how weak I actually was.
I remember the day I received a little yellow paper that said, “Cinthia Gordillo you are eligible to participate in commencement.” I started tearing up because I knew that I had accomplished one of my dreams as well as my mother’s dream. My mom decided to leave her home town in Honduras because of the lack of jobs and violence. I was born in Madera, CA four months after my mom migrated to California. Growing up my mom emphasized the importance of education however, out of her six children I was the first one who decided to pursue a higher education. Three traits that identify me are achiever, learner, and diversity.
These families tend to live in the same city, in which family gatherings are around 30 people. No one in Juan’s had moved to the United States yet, and the pressure of disbanding such a tight knit family was immense. Later that day he calls all of his contacts. They range from Brazil, England, Germany, and the United States. He tries to find a new job that would enable him to move his family there.
Today, Gallaudet University is pretty well known around the United States, but it didn 't start out that way. It all began in 1856 when Amos Kendall became the guardian of some blind and deaf children who were not properly cared for. He set up a school and house for them, and then Edward Gallaudet took on from there as the school superintendent. The next year, Congress permitted the school to start. It was called The Columbia Institution for the Deaf and the Dumb and the Blind.
Four years after that I came to the U.S.A at the age of nine not knowing a single word of English. My family lived with my uncles in a two room house with a total of thirteen people living there. I understood the challenges and sacrifices that my parents were making to bring me to this country. I quickly learned that I would have to work hard to succeed and take advantage of the opportunities my parents came here for. When I started school, I got to meet English-speaking Latinos who helped me immerse in this new culture.