After countless hours of uncomfortable naps and tasteless meals between flights, we finally arrived at the unfamiliar land of America. Leaving all our dear friends and families behind, I was told that we came here in hope of a better future, my future specifically. I was never really socially active and at the time, English was a whole new concept that I have yet to understand. The inability to communicate with other makes it even harder for me to express myself and it mold my personality to become more antisocial than I ever was. There’s always this uneasy feeling that linger when someone talk to me and I cannot give them a response and it’s even harder to say something because I was afraid of making a mistake and make a fool out of myself.
Me, Kevin Rojas. I was born in Mexico with a dream in mind. Have a greater future and achieve it. At the age of 12 I moved to the United States. Since I was born in Mexico, I had to get my citizenship. It was a lengthy process I must say. Previously moving, I took the initiative of taking English classes. I became somewhat prepared for when I moved.
Moving from a highly diverse community to a less diverse community has to be the weirdest yet interesting culture shock I ever had to deal with. As a young child, I did not know about the outside world. I thought everyone rides the bus or the metro, graffiti on the wall is normal and traffic wouldn’t matter as much since everything I needed was within walking distance sometimes. There were shocking things I learned once I moved to Nebraska.
“Why don’t you use your locker? You’re going to have back problems before you even graduate”. These are words that are repeated to me daily, almost like clockwork. I carry my twenty-pound backpack, full of papers upon papers from my AP classes. The middle pouch of my backpack houses my book in which I get lost to distract me from my unrelenting stress. The top pouch holds several erasers, foreshadowing the mistakes I will make - and extra lead, to combat and mend these mistakes. Thick, wordy textbooks full of knowledge that has yet to become engraved in my brain, dig the straps of my backpack into my shoulders. This feeling, ironically enough, gives me relief - my potential and future success reside in my folders and on the pages of my notebooks.
It was cold, so cold my fingers stung under the three pairs of gloves I wore in preparation for the journey I made everyday. It began as always I wake up to the noise of my four sisters preparing for
From the onset of my life, I was never the type of kid to be pinned as the brightest or the most hardworking. This made learning the hardest task for me. As a child, I hated school so much that the thought of going there, seeing teachers that hated me because I was so stoned headed that nothing they taught could penetrate made me sick. The subject I hated the most was English because it included reading and writing. Unlike math which I preferred and was semi-good at, English required me to learn not just how to pronounce advanced vocabularies, but also learn how to spell them which made life hell on earth for me. At the age of 7, when my mate were able to finish at least 100 page of children 's picture book, I was still struggling with first
All my life ,I’ve always wanted to be someone in life who can actually make a difference to this world in a positive way. Ever since I was a little girl I pushed myself to always best I can be just . I lived in a town outside Los Angeles, California , it was called Van Nuys,California.The elementary school (Kittridge Elementary) I had went to was in a low income area, mainly spanish community had lived in the area I was living in at the time .I had a lot of friends (mainly mexicans) I focused a lot on being on time for school , staying on task in class, and finishing my homework. At such a young age I had felt such ambition and was doing very good for myself. At the age of 10 was when reality start to really hit me , even though I was very young I started to see things differently.
Everything for a year had been leading up to this point and here I was in the middle of the happiest place on earth in tears because my friends had abandoned me in the middle of Disney on the senior trip.
The class of 2015 had been working all year selling food at lunch and sports events and carrying out fundraisers. The first time I got an inkling that my friends would not be true friends was when we were planning the trip, we were choosing rooms for the trip and I asked my best friend, “Hey, we could room with each other on the trip!”
There I was playing an intense soccer game out in a searing summer day. My grandparents, along with the rest of my family, were there at the beach to see my game. I was mostly known for how fast I was, so people referred to me as the “rapido piojo blanco,” which was the nickname my grandfather gave me since I was the only white person in my family. Being a child I never realized how precious time spent with family really is until it was taken away. After every soccer game, my family and I would watch a movie. It so happened that the horror movie we rented took place in an arctic location about a gigantic snow white monster murdering innocent people with its shark-like teeth. In conclusion, I didn 't get enough sleep because of the many horrifying nightmares I had. After being showered with gifts my mother broached the subject of her new boyfriend, what she described, he seemed like Ken the Barbie doll. As I dozed off, I hear heavy footsteps heading towards my direction, and then I saw it. The snow monster from the
I received a voice mail today from Sean McKnight stating he has a meeting setup with Ken Barber and some other individuals on the executive board of Illinois Joining Forces (IJF). I felt it was my duty to inform the group about some important facts that Mr. McKnight is very good at hiding. I met Mr. McKnight during my time at NIU. I just served my time as the NIU Veterans Club president and decided it was time to let someone else take the helm. Matthew Galloway the current Veterans Club president introduced the club to Sean McKnight at a veterans club meeting. Sean came in and presented himself as a seasoned veteran’s advocate who has many connections throughout the state of Illinois and Washington D.C. He promoted his organization that he was starting Warriors Guarding Warriors as a revolutionary concept that has not been thought of as for yet throughout the veteran community. Finally, he offered his services to any veterans having trouble with VA benefits or the medical process. At the time we did not know that he was not officially certified to help veterans, and nor did he actually know the proper process or paper work needed to help our fellow veterans. Sean offered to be the Veterans Clubs mentor. The club held a vote and