Growing up I was always the go-to guy when it was out of both my parents reach. Reading and trying to translate government letters my parents would get in the mail, selling and trading trucks on craigslist, ordering phone cases, etc. I was about 13 and did my all to satisfy everyone's favor. A lot of the ti My parents acknowledged my intelligence and made me open to help any family member that needed it. Now, growing up in a Mexican-American household our family wasn't the smallest of families. I had a total of 17 uncles in total, 14 coming from my dad and 3 coming from my mom; with that came 18 aunts (1 Single) and about 30 cousins. I was also one of the oldest so I received many phone calls at night translating words. I didn’t mind it,
Sociology is the scientific study of social structure, social structure influences through culture and principles, together it produces each individual to the way they act, live and think. Due to social influences, many of our morals and values are influenced through media, parents and school. Social structure is important in our society because it affects all dimensions of human experience, it is a pattern of social interaction and over all makes us who we are. The sociological term for social structure describes society as a whole and the action in which determines individuals. The three main structures that have shaped up my social structure and impacted my life are, my ethnicity, income and religion. Being a Hispanic American Latina forever would have a impact in my life because our culture diversity and the advantage and disadvantages it is to come from a family who had to establish each of their lives all over again by moving to the United States has driven my priorities to become successful very high and not become part of statistics of staying in the middle class or in poverty.
Although having a Mexican mother and an American father was not always socially acceptable, growing up with a different food taste, having a close-knit family, as well as regularly getting disciplined shaped how I am as a person today. I was dipped into a very different childhood most children did not grow up into.
Growing up in a Mexican-American family can be very fun and crazy. Having two different perspectives on two different cultures almost daily really shapes you to become a certain way as you grow up, which is what happened to me. Ever since I was about three months old I have been taking trips to my parents home town for a month time each time we have gone. Practically growing up in both Mexico and the United States for six years has really helped me understand my cultural background and the different parts of my whole culture, such as the food, heritage, language and culture.
There are about 7 billion people in the world; each one of us is different in our own way. Everyone has had different life experiences, some good and some bad. This world is full of cultures that aren’t the same. Being Mexican-American has made me who I am today because I come from a different culture. I know both of my languages, English and Spanish. Also it has built my character.
America the land of opportunities, millions of people have left their countries to look for a chance to start a new life, a new beginning. Over the last 400 years, immigrants from different parts of the world left their countries for different reasons, some for war in their homelands others for economic and social reasons. Mexican community was one of the first group of people that stablished a strong presence in the country; therefor had and still has big influence in the development of the United States economically and industrially. Besides the contributions of the Mexican Community to America, Mexican decedents had faced challenges of acceptance from the American society, in a land that once was Mexican territory.
myself did not know before I came to college. The two words are overlapped and used out of context frequently in people’s daily lives. The United States is what people call an immigrant country, there are many different ethnic and racial groups that not even the census can keep up with. All this diversity is what makes our country so different yet amazing. We are willing to embrace the many different cultures that each person has to bring. My family and I have been confused for many different ethnic groups and it is always very interesting to hear people say why they thought we were of a different ethnic group other than Mexican American. Ethnic confusion is a big deal, especially in America because of all the different identities people claim.
Many people immigrate to the United States from different countries to begin a better life. Once in the American territory, the first step for success is to learn the English language. Richard Rodriguez, the writer of "Aria: A Memoir of a Bilingual Childhood" describes the language decisions he faced as a child: "Outside the house was public society; inside the house was private" (16). The English language is the primary language in the United States, and it must be learned to be able to communicate with the public world. The language that we speak at home is considered to be private because it is only used in the presence of the people we feel comfortable with, our family. Families immigrate to the United States from Mexico to find and give their children a better opportunity to succeed. The children of immigrants who have been raised or born in the United States were able to adapt much faster to the English language. The Spanish language, in the case of Mexicans, is part of our origin that most of us inherit from our ancestors although in the United States many, including me, seem to add a new language, which gives us better opportunities.
I was raised in an encouraging household where both of my parents greatly valued education. Although they were high school graduates, neither could afford to attend college; a combination of family and financial woes ultimately halted their path. As a result, my parents frequently reminded me that getting a good education meant better opportunities for my future. To my parents, that seemed to be the overarching goal: a better life for me than the one they had. My parents wanted me to excel and supported me financially and emotionally of which the former was something their parents were not able to provide. Their desire to facilitate a change in my destiny is one of many essential events that contributed to my world view.
Growing up in a Mexican household where education isn’t a priority or important has been one of my major obstacles that I’ve had to overcome. Although my family’s culture believes that education isn’t necessary their experiences and lifestyles have influence and motivate my choices for my future. I come from a home where I have no role model or someone influential. I have no one to ask for advice for college or anything involve in school. In most homes, older siblings help their younger siblings with their homework or projects but in my house no one was able to provide me with any help. I grew up to be independent and to do anything school related on my own. My parents are both immigrants who didn’t get to finish elementary
They came not knowing a lick of English, and to this day, they still don’t understand it that well. They constantly badgered me about school. Drilling me on math. Drilling me on science. Drilling me on English. They encouraged me to take higher level classes and pushed me to work hard. All because they don’t want me carrying the heavy burden they have to carry with them everyday. They don’t wish for me to work in a low paying job like they do. They don’t wish for me to struggle. They don’t wish for me to be stepped on. So I do carry around an undeniably visible aura of pressure. Pressure to do good. Pressure to do better. Pressure to be the best I can be. Obviously I can’t be Einstein, but I should listen to their advice and try.
The best part about life is that we are always given second chances in most things we do, and I am a perfectly good example to prove this statement. I was born and grew up in a small town in Colombia, about three hours away from Cartagena, one of the country’s biggest cities. Life was difficult, especially for a young boy, barely beginning his journey on earth, with very little intelligence of survival in a country that does not offer many resources or paths toward freedom. As most people know, Colombia is known around the world for its coffee and unfortunately, for its guerilla forces that control most of the country’s drug trafficking. The drug trade is one of the country’s only money-making resources. These harsh conditions created an environment making it even harder for me to be able to try to achieve my goal of becoming a successful and educated human being. There were so many factors I would have to overcome in order to attain and achieve my goals and be happy about my way of life.
Before I even started kindergarten I was already helping my Dad with his work. My mom would drop me off at a house that my dad was working on. There I would do simple jobs for him for example, tying rebar (ADD MORE SIMPLE JOBS). This was the only thing that my father would let me help with since I was still young. When I turned seven, I started helping my brother
My father and brothers would smile and nod along but I knew that they did not understand a single word of what I was saying. There is a huge disadvantage of growing up in the United States and being raised by my single Native American mother: I only speak English. I’ve never learned how to speak Spanish and only knew the occasional phrase like “hola, como estas?” or “donde es baño?” My Spanish teacher growing up was Dora the
Growing up in Southern California, especially Laguna Beach, people assume I have money. They think I can spend as much as I want without any repercussions. When in reality, coming from parents that came to this country with nothing, I’ve never really had money to spare. All of my families money goes either to rent or other necessities like food and electric bills. To pay for all our monthly expenses, my parents work every day of the week. Every morning they wake up and go to their respective jobs. For my dad it means waking up at 5:00 A.M and driving all the way to San Clemente to go clock in at a landscape company. Once there he spends hours doing backbreaking work planting and maintaining other's gardens. As for my mom,
I come from a Mexican family, sometimes seen as traditional closed-minded people, but I would consider my family open-minded. My family thinks that in order for someone to be somebody in life we need to get an education. My parents acknowledge education and see it as a priority since they noticed in their country how education was something elite people would get due to resources. For them, at a very young age they started to work in order to maintain their siblings and their families. Even though school was in mind for them, duty was not a choice. They had to do this whether they liked it or not. My father was coursing middle school in Mexico when my grandfather passed away giving him no other choice but to leave school and search for a job to maintain the family. On the other hand, my mother was not able to finish grade school and started to work at an earlier age, compared to my father. Both told me everything they had gone through, of how hard it is to keep up when a beloved has passed away. I on the other hand, have this opportunity of an education, one that in will not let go that easily. I know that in life I might encounter problems in which I will learn to rise above them. It is possible for me to achieve the things my parents were not able to do when they were young due to the opportunities the United States offers. both of my parents are living , but even though my mother is not living with me in the United States , , I manage to keep on with life thanks to the help and support of my father.