My story begins in Moreno Valley, California on June 2011. It had been a couple of days after school ended when my parents were planning on visiting family in Georgia which we hadn’t seen in years. We were less than a day away from leaving but my brother Ramiro decided that he would rather stay so he ended up staying with my Tia Ana. My dad agreed and told him that it was fine, so he ended up not going. Finally, the day came when we had to leave, so we said our goodbyes to our family members that were at my grandparents’ house and we left around morning time. Since we didn’t have the money to pay for flights to Georgia we ended up driving because we thought it would be fun to drive through states that we had never been to before. On the day that we had to left I was scared because I didn’t want to leave and I didn’t know what we would see on the way there. The main reason I was scared was because I am not a fan of tornadoes and in most states we were going to pass always have tornadoes. Luckily for us we didn’t have to deal with any. Although on our first stop we had to deal with a dust storm, so we ended up staying in a motel near El Paso, Texas. On the next day of our trip we got up, ate breakfast …show more content…
When we got there we stayed at my aunt’s house for a couple of days. During those days we visited my aunts and uncles. After about 5 days my parents decided that we would leave back to California and move back to Georgia in a couple of weeks. When we went back to California we told my brother and sisters that we had decided to move out of state, when we told them they were sad because they thought that we would live there for a really long time. Some weeks passed and we were done packing at that point so we called my Aunt who was going to move with her kids and her husband to Atlanta
The time I accomplished something would have to be ever since I got a job myself, when I told my mom about the job she didn’t like the idea she wanted me to focus on school and helping her out at the house and taking care of my sisters. She wanted me to not worry and just worry about school but I see a lot of people my age working and getting money they earned by working and I got interested myself and for me it didn’t matter where I worked as long as I did.
The day I moved away, a lot of things were going through my young mind. As I took my last look at my home, I remembered all the fun times I had with my family and friends through out my life. Now I was moving 800 miles away from all of that with no insight on what lied ahead for me. As my family and I drove away from our Michigan home, I looked out the window wondering what Virginia would be, and what my friends were doing. A lot of things were going through my mind at the time. At the time my main worry was if I would make any friends, and how I would adjust to everything. During the whole drive down, my mother would often let me know that everything would be all right and I would like it. Trying to be strong and hold back my tears, I just shook my head no, wondering why we had to move so far away. Life would be different for me and I knew it would.
When Raquel Ruiz was four she was the happiest little girl in Ambato, Ecuador. She had all her family and her dad whom she really loved with her. Raquel had a big house and all the toys and food she could ever ask for. One night her mother married a wolf in sheep's clothing, her stepfather. He took her and her mom to the United States to live with him. From that moment on her happiness slowly withered away like a ripened banana. She didn’t have a nice house, toys, yummy food, and her dad. Her stepdad was a man with low self esteem and an empty wallet. Raquel saw her mother cry every night because she had been lied to about everything,who he was and how he lived in America. Despite her mother's struggles and emotional pain, her mother left him
“You got him! Nice shot man! You did amazing on it,” my brother congratulated me.
As I sat in the boiling hot sun, the heat that had overwhelmed me throughout the day surpassed. I was engulfed by Lu Paul, a native Hawaiian advocate who was telling me the story of how Native Hawaiians loss their rights. “How did my people become a minority in their own land?” he asked me inquisitively. I found myself making many connections with this man’s story and my own. As he answered my questions about inequality in his community, he began to speak of many things that I had witnessed in my life, that I thought only my own culture experienced. “My people need to fight for equal education, language rights, and employment”, he stated firmly. It was in this moment I began to broaden my perspective of inequality and minority rights. This along with the many other field experiences I had during my semester abroad, help shape my desire to attend law school and work both nationally and abroad in civil and human rights.
Life in the middle school and high school was not easy for me. I had become an introvert, I still didn’t know how to be social, and I had very few friends. I was teased for being very quiet, and some people insinuated that I’m scared of fellow people. On the other hand life at home was difficult. My mother had become so bitter and pleased her was next to impossible. She became very harsh with my brother and me, and we were always scolded for even the smallest mistakes. Once in a while, my father would come for us and take us to the city he lived. I would look out of the windows as we drove out of town and would imagine how life in another city would feel like. I looked at the skies, and all I saw were promises of a better future. All my life I had lived in San
“It must be peace without victory”, that is what I heard President Woodrow Wilson say on the radio this morning. It’s 1918, the war has ended, and so much has already change, even here in my little town in Louisiana. I am happy so many things are changing. It means when I grow up, I can vote and work. Women’s rights, Prohibition, and the economy boom is really changing America.
I remember the only thing I wanted to do right when I got there was go straight to the beach because I have never been to the beach before. I begged and begged my mom until she gave in. She said yes even though that put us behind on unpacking our necessities in our temporary house. After being at the beach for a couple of hours we went to the house, which was small. It had 1 bedroom and 1 bath with a tiny kitchen and living room. My mom was renting it temporality so me and her could have time to look at houses down there big enough to move our whole family down with us. I was so excited to hopefully find a house quick so I could be with my 4 older brothers again, I was already getting kind of
El Paso, Texas is a relatively large city with a small town attitude. It is one of those cities that grows on you. I embrace the laid back lifestyle and bi-cultural environment - it’s given me an opportunity to develop a unique bicultural identity that influences my motivation to succeed. Especially, being the daughter of an immigrant that upholds Mexican culture. The majority of the population is hispanic, which gave me the sense of mexican traditions that I would share with my family in Mexico. Growing up bilingual ironically provided me comfort in the community. Also, the efforts of the community are being made to modernize and improve the city.
The story about I Martranika Gross, called changing my life. It all begin with many ideals that I had in mind to become while changing my life so my daughter will fix in. First was continue my education at Strayer University and a journey to follow. Next, becoming a role model with a pathway lay out for my daughter, a showing her not to stay you can’t to become successful. Finally, overcome obstacles first you have to have faith within yourself, and the key word is knowledge.
How many of you like to travel? Do you travel alone or with group of people? How about go to another country alone? Could you ever imagine to take a plane and fly away somewhere by yourself? Some people get freaked out just mentioning this. They start thinking about all this horror stories of kidnapping, robbery, cheating. However, there is no guarantee that it is not going to happen if you are with your friend.
I became who I am today because of a life changing experience that occurred in late-November of 2013. As I sat waiting for the awards ceremony my palms got sweaty and the butterflies in my stomach multiplied. The announcer seemed to drag on the awards for hours when in reality it was only minutes until first place was awarded. It was then that I realized I was a State Champion.
One day that made all the other days seem to disappear. I woke up just like every other day, thinking all is well, only today is different, today is life changing. I’m a mother who has dedicated my entire life to my babies, and within a few hours, my whole life was turned upside down. My son has epilepsy, a seizure disorder that up until that day I knew nothing about. When you think of seizures, you think of thrashing around and foaming of the mouth, I sure did. For Blayk, my three year old son, yet, that was not the case. It started out that he was just quiet, which was not different from his normal disposition. A few minutes later, I noticed a spiked fever, followed by vomiting. To be honest, at this point, I didn’t think too much of his
February twenty-third 2010 was just a regular ordinary day. I was on my way to class on this cold February afternoon, when my phone rung. It was my cousin on the other end telling me to call my mom. I could not figure out what was wrong, so I quickly said okay and I hung up and called my mom. When my mom answered the phone I told her the message but I said I do not know what is wrong. My mom was at work and could not call right away, so I took the effort to call my cousin back to see what was going on. She told me that our uncle was in the hospital and that it did not look good. Starting to tear up I pull over in a fast food restaurant parking lot to listen to more to what my cousin had to say. She then tells me to tell my mom to get to the hospital as quickly as possible as if it may be the last time to see her older brother. My mom finally calls me back and when I tell her the news, she quickly leaves work. That after-noon I lost my Uncle.
It all started with just one road trip that changed my thought about how road trips could be a horrible experience. Over the summer my family and I were going on a road trip to Canada, but many things had happened to us. Before we head to Canada, we had to go to the airport to pick up some of my family members that came from India. So on a friday night, around twelve o’clock we went to the airport to pick them up. When we got there we meet each other and then left the airport. That’s when the road trip started.