Personal Narrative: My American Dream

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Growing up in a low-income Mexican lifestyle proved to be difficult in my journey to become a successful student. Since I was a kid going into kindergarten, I understood the pain that my parents went through each day to set a better future for me. I knew that going to school was my only opportunity to give my parents and I a happier life. I started school late because of my late birthday and my mom’s excessive worry that I was not ready for school yet. Even though neither me nor my parents knew how to speak English, I felt the sudden urge to fulfill my dream of obtaining an education. I knew that I had to start somewhere to fulfill that dream no matter the ‘impossible’ obstacles I had to overcome.

My first day of school in the country has always been a day to remember. After somehow filling out the registration papers in English 2 weeks earlier, the day had come for me to leave the house into the big world. …show more content…

I lived in an apartment the size of a box with the foundation falling apart every minute. I woke up at 6:30 a.m. with my newly bought shoes (that seemed to have cost a fortune for my parents) and into a brand new school uniform. My dad had left the house to go work at 5:00 a.m., so my mom had to take me to the infamous bus stop. Even though a second grader was kidnapped at the bus stop last year, that did not seem to stop the other parents from abandoning their children. Luckily, I have the most overprotective mother, so she happily waited until the bus picked me up. I remembered she appealing told me, “go make me proud son” right before the bus

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