Personal Narrative: My Trip To Ecuador

Where I ate things that were fresh. So none of my vegetables were frozen, and my potatoes never came from a box. I think these differences stem from where we grew up. Demi comes from a patriarchy; his mom and his sister did all the cooking and cleaning, so he never learned. Jessica grew up in an area that was a food desert,

It was at this time that I noticed family is all that I needed and truthfully speaking all I had. All the times I would angrily talk back to my parents and blame them for the life we live they would consistently respond with “you’ll thank us both one day”. I didn 't notice it at the time but they were right. My eyes were finally opened shortly after and I was able to see the purpose in my parents actions. I started to recall all the evenings we would as a family drive downtown and pass out containers of meals to the homeless, the hour long weekend drives to a heavily populated hispanic city of Eustis to assist the less fortunate for five consecutive years and the nights my mom stayed up until my father arrived from work.

He didn’t understand his grandmother obsession over food. He says in his essay that he knows his grandmother "obsession wasn’t with food... or money". Jonathans grandmother had one plate that everyone hailed to which was chicken and carrots. By that time Jonathan was not yet a vegetarian. Granted, the day came when they were both with their babysitter enjoying a delicious plate of chicken with carrot that his grandmother had prepared.

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.

It was a long drive to California, and now we’re on this boat. We’re starving, the teachers said that we would get McDonalds for breakfast, but we never did, and our bus driver said we weren’t allowed to eat on their bus. Of course we did anyway, but the snacks we all brought from home could only get us so far. We managed to walk through the mess of people and get in the long line to buy food. I was hoping that eating something

I never knew the deaf community was so big. The deaf community had a lot of hearing people that attended only to learn new signs, some of these people were not students. There were no seats left for anyone outside of the people attending this event to eat at Pie Five. There was a lot of families that had to take their food to go. I was surprisingly shy but that didn’t stop anyone from coming up to me & asking me questions in sign language.

By the end of the week, you would not have been able tell the difference between the initial home and final product. It was the first time I saw a grown man break down and start to cry. At that moment in my life, I knew I would never be the

Then we play Basketball. I’m okay with Basketball. I like to play board games, but nobody in the family likes board games, so nobody plays with the board games. I like to stay indoors sometimes, but when I want to go play outside, everybody plays with me. On Thanksgiving day, we watch Thanksgiving episodes and movies.

My dad had been with me all my life, to think that in a few short hours that my dad would be on a bus to the airport was heartbreaking. One memory I distinctly remember of my dad was when he took me to the daddy daughter dance. It was a couple of months before he left for Afghanistan. I remember getting all dressed up in a lime green dress with pretty pink flowers on it. I felt like a princess in it.

In my life l have lived with and learned from different people from around the globe. I was born to a Mexican father and an American mother. Since living with fifty different foreigners from multiple countries and following my father’s footsteps leading tours for foreign students; I have certainly been around my fair share of cultures and learned to appreciate different people. My father, had just flown into the United States from Mexico. Within minutes of his arrival, my mother’s water broke and I was born a few short hours later.

INTRODUCTION I choose my friend, Marcello Vargas because he was born in Argentina, and struggled with gaining legal status for over 10 years. I have seen Marcello struggle over the years with missing opportunities due to not having a social security number. The Vargas family made the dangerous decision to leave their home during a political unrest in 2001 when Marcello was on 3 years old. I met with Marcello in Reading, Pennsylvania over my fall break, our interview took roughly one hour to complete. Marcello is currently a student at a charter High School located in downtown Reading, PA and he is hoping to graduate in the spring and go onto university.

That, as for as he knew, because his mother’s death, the family broke up. His sisters were scattered and that, as for as he knows, no family record of his birth was ever kept by his parents. That no record of his birth exists. That he has ascertained to the fact that both of his sisters have died, leaving him the sole survivor of his father’s family. That neither of his sisters could give him any information as to his age.

It had been quite the shock for everyone in the little town when he had returned after his sister 's death to take care of her babies. He had been the pride of the town, having made it all the way to AAA minor league - played for New Orleans Zephyrs for two whole years before he blew his shoulder, but after that he had become a nobody. A loser. For a while drinking, partying, and hooking up with random guys had been his life. At some point he got to work as a truck driver, but he had given up on that after half an year.