Personal Narrative: Dropping Out Of High School

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My name is Eva Rojos; I just turned 17 years old and I decided to drop out of high school. I am defined by my struggles I face, my home life, and by the clothes I wear. My parents moved to America from Mexico shortly after they were married for more job opportunities and have been struggling ever since. I have never experienced a real childhood due to my broken family and the financial burden my parents have left me with. I may be a high school dropout, but I am fighting and persevering to become not just a stereotype, but someone who can succeed past the doubt and the hardships. (Question 1) Ever since I dropped out of high school, I have been working several day jobs and taking care of my little sister. My father left my mother, leaving us with no source of income, and my mother has become an alcoholic ever since. On the day my father left, I decided to never return to school to help support my sister and mother as much as possible. I use food stamps to purchase food, and I wash our …show more content…

I hardly get anything to eat, and I get very little sleep at night. Since I am constantly working, I hardly see the few friends that I do have and my little sister whom I am responsible for. I become depressed, but I realize I have to keep moving forward. If I quit my jobs like I quit high school, my sister and I probably will not have a future. The most difficult thing about my day is not seeing my father, and watching my mother drink her sorrows away. It is very painful to watch her waste her life and not be a good example for her daughters. I am challenged everyday knowing that more and more young Hispanics, like myself, are dropping out of school to work to support their families (Driscoll, 1999). Since I have been forced to grow up quickly, I have realized the struggles of not completing high school and the burdens I have placed on myself and my family. (Question

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