Personal Narrative: My Hispanic Heritage

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In my life, the world I come from as well as my hispanic heritage has played a paramount role in positively impacting my life. For instance, the environment around me isn’t exactly ideal as the northern streets of Chicago are indeed callous. There is always headlines about some sort of violence and talk about it floating around me. It has even gotten to the point where my friend was shot and was about to lose his life. Not only that, the schools I have attended were public and in an unsafe neighborhood so there were always problems with students misbehaving. It was as if the problems never left the streets. However, while violent as they can be, it taught me to have a positive outlook on life. My family has always told me to strive to do better

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