Summary Of The Book Borderlands: La Frontera The New Mestiza?

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I remember going to preschool in Carson city during the later 1990’s. My mother would of always wake me up earlier to start walking towards my school from the trailer place called Trailer Heaven. Upon walking towards the school I felt really good that I was going to play with other kids from the barrio. However, once I saw my mom drop me off , I got really sad since it was all new to me since she stayed with me the first week of school. However, my classmates always cheered me up by us playing with building blocks, I remember counting every block and trying how much I could add in order to make a big pyramid like I seen in a Cantinflas movie. Throughout my time in preschool I started to overcome my first fear of starting to accept my mother …show more content…

Immediately I decided to take the job, since I knew how I would be helping my mother by having money to buy my school supplies, pay small bills, and invite her por lo menos un taco. Throughout the book, Borderlands: La Frontera The New Mestiza by Gloria Anzaldúa, there is a poem that mentions, “Hincado, manos hinchadas sudor floreciendo en su cara su mirada en altas veredas sus pensamientos torciendo cuerdas para pescar esa paloma de las alturas. Siglo tras siglo.”(page. 152) After working for summer in the fields, I had a taste of what this poem was mentioning. I remember working under the hot sun picking up peaches feeling the sweat fall from my back. Once entering 8 grade I heard all my friends that they got traveled around the country. However, I didn’t feel bad since every laborers job I did, I felt it was like my personal trainer to keep on the path of education. For some reason I was looking forward towards going to high school, since I know that is the last stage before college. Since I was little I always wanted to go to college to better myself. My mother always told me “mijo es que estudia tiene más oportunidad para agarra un trabajo menos cansado y trabajar con tu comunidad”. During eighth grade was the year that I started to realized that mathematics can be something I would love doing for the rest of my life, however I just didn’t know how I could use that passion to help my community. That was until I meet one of my worst mathematic teachers I had in my education path. Each time I had questions, he will always make me feel dumb. Until one day I went after school to ask him,

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