Personal Narrative Essay: I Want To Be A Selfish Person

Today is October 11, 2016 and I know the person I want to be but, be warned that maybe a year from now I may find myself in an emotional state of unknowingness and confusion. If you think about it, it’s kind of funny and strange that when you’re in pre-K, first or second grade they ask you the person who you would like to be in the future and then and there without previous thought or meditation some of some sort, a career you’ve heard about pops up in your head, and you just yell it out loud with such proudness: “I want to be a doctor!” Yes, that was then when you were still a young kid, but oh how I wish I had that same confidence and security I had as a child.

Now, if you go around the college campus and ask the same question, it’s most

Selfish enough to think and worry about my own life (something I’m still working on). As the saying says “there’s a reason behind everything!” I say this because as a Mexican-American I’ve been judged at ever since I was in elementary school. Long story short: I lived in Mexico for three years, came back and struggled speaking English, but managed. The teachers couldn’t believe I was a born in the U.S. (even when I told them I was), they went out of their way, to check my records to see if what I was saying was true or not. I didn’t feel sad, but it did frustrate me; and just like Maya Angelou once said: “I’ve learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel” – I couldn’t agree with her any less. Sadly, as I got older I still got questioned or just judged by the color of my skin, and still continue to do. I’ve gotten from “Go back to Mexico where you belong!” and to be generalized as a person who is uneducated and doesn’t know a thing at all (to put in a nicer