Personal Narrative: My Experiences In High School

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As a high school senior, I faced many challenges along the way which put my character into doubt. I have had one of the best experiences in the years that I have been in high school as well as some of the worst moments in my life.

To begin with, my freshman year in high school, was one for the books. As I matured, I started coping more with the situation my mom was facing. Coming from an immigrant parent is extremely difficult. For fifth teen years, I grew up with the fear of my mom being deported when she left to work. That fear became irrational my freshman year, when she processed her case to Homeland Security. Processing her case meant Immigration knew exactly where she was if anything went wrong. Days turn to weeks, and weeks turned to months and it felt like an eternity but my mom was finally given a pardon for entering the country illegally. I thought this was it, that I would be able to focus in school and enjoy my freshman year. Little did I know it was only the beginning. …show more content…

It wasn’t a certainty either that my mom would get her VISA, she would be leaving empty handed not one single legal document that would give her permission to enter the country again. I coped with this situation differently, I saw a decline in my grades and distractions through all my classes This obstacle I faced was going on my whole freshmen year it wasn’t until the summer when I came back. from Mexico with my mom. When I heard the officer say, “Welcome to the United States of America, your green card will arrive in the mail shortly.” A whole bargain was lifted upon me, no high school student should be worried with the fear of coming home to an empty house but rather focus on school and make the most of

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