Personal Narrative: My Native American Family

I come from a strong Hispanic background on both sides of my family, my ancestors from my father’s side of the family originally came from Spain and migrated to Mexico. My family still holds true to Mexican culture and most traditions, despite becoming Americanized. However, all the schools that I attended were mostly white, especially my current school. With that being said, I had a hard time making friends at my high school, I felt that I couldn’t really connect with anyone. I still remember my freshman year in Art class, however. I sat next to a boy named Anthony. I just saw Anthony as another typical student at Rock Canyon; a snobby, pretentious white boy. We hardly ever talked to one another for the first two weeks except for the first day of class when the teacher forces everyone to introduce themselves and all the students reluctantly participate.

We talked more for days-to-come and I found out that he and his family were mostly German and he even had some Native American blood. Coming from two very distinct backgrounds, and him being on the more wealthy side of the spectrum, I would have never thought I could relate to him at all. However, we found a way which was mostly family related since we were both one of the youngest out of all our siblings, making us the runts of our family. It also turned out that both our parents oddly had very similar parenting