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I represent many things; however, one identity that I will never be ashamed of is my Hispanic heritage. Over the years, my desire of learning more about my heritage has increased. I feel so fortunate that I have been able to experience the traditional food, dances, and music that my culture encompasses. Moreover, now more than ever, I am proud that the Hispanic community is able to stay strong and determined to help one another even they are succumbed to the injustice created by the government administration. Seeing the injustices happening in my communities motivates me to join programs and organizations to support the Hispanic community. A program that I have memories and experiences that I will personally cherish forever is the R2L Program
sponsored by the Congressional Hispanic Caucus Institute. I had not put much attention to the details of the program because I did not feel confident that I would be selected to attend the program, but I was taught to try to apply to as many programs as possible to better myself. I had my doubts because I was competing with seniors at a national level; however, the odds were in my favor, and I received a call a few weeks later to let me know that I got into the program. I was excited to attend because the program gave me the opportunity to travel to Washington D.C. and stay there a week to learn how the Federal Government works, meet important political leaders, and understand how students can make a positive effect on their community. My favorite part was being able to meet students from around the country that have encountered similar experiences like I have come across. Meeting all the powerful and influential leaders has motivated me to aspire to inspire Latino youth in my community. In the future, I would want to pursue a major in biomedical engineering and minor in spanish. At this point, I would need to complete two more years at a university to earn my bachelors because I completed all my general education courses while in high school. With this type of bachelor's degree I can find a job that designs artificial internal organs and/or artificial devices that can replace body parts, but I would still want to continue my education by applying to medical school. The first two years at the medical institution, I would focus on learning anatomy and physiology. Afterwards, I would be able to apply what I learned in those years towards my clinical rotations where I would work with real patients. At the end of this path, I would have to complete residency training before I could earn my license and become a general practitioner. I hope I am blessed enough attend college because many undocumented individuals do not have the opportunity or luxury to achieve a higher education. I want to be able to better myself, so I can have a greater impact on the Hispanic community. Furthermore, if I am able to reach my ultimate goal of becoming a general practitioner, I want to become a mentor to students that are on the verge of giving up on their academics. Even if I cannot become a doctor, I would still want to be a mentor because mentors have had such a positive impact in my life, so I want to do the same for others. I have had many doubts about my future, especially during this time of year because of the recent decisions that the government administrations have made. Nevertheless, I picture my future with the utmost positivity because these things are out of my control. Throughout the years, I have become more resilient at the same time more empathetic and aware of people and my surroundings. My hopes are to keep advocating for the rights of minority communities and be a mentor for individuals that are on the verge of abandoning their dreams as I was.
Being a Hispanic have impacted all my entire life; I lived 15 years of my life in Mexico I love being there because most part of my family live in Nuevo Laredo, I was cursing my last months of 8th grade and one day my mom told me that she was thinking about send me here to the U.S to start learn English; since I’m a U.S citizen and I didn't know the language of my country, I accepted. The most hard prove was live without having my mom at my side, since I live with my aunt now; when the days passed here in the U.S I started to depressed myself because I missed so much my house and all my family, one day in the middle of the night I call my mom crying and I told her that I really want go back to Mexico, but she didn’t take into account my desire my mom just explained me that it will be the best for my future and with the time I will be thankful with her for don’t let me go back. My mom, and my grandmother are the ones who motivates me to be a better student. Actually I’m in dual enrollment and I have taken AP classes; sometimes is hard for me talk, read or write in another language that the one I was accustomed but, every time I fail I get up and persist until I’m able to do what I want.
“Honoring our heritage. Building our culture.” What can you picture in your head while reading this? Do feel honored? Maybe special? Probably phenomenal? Well, this year's Hispanic Heritage month’s theme has brought to us a meaningful, and inspiring perspective on how Latinos are becoming more honored. Not only honored by their country, and other Spanish countries, but also being honored by the United States. Hispanics have impacted our nation through their solid responsibility to family, confidence, and diligent work. They have put in the effort and time to represent their Latino/a background. They have improved and formed our national character by looking back at what their ancestors would do. These hispanics deserve the right to be honored
I roll my r’s with pride and that pride carries me through my journey of being a first generation Mexican-American. I was born and raised in the town of Salinas, also referred to as the “salad bowl”. Beaming in culture, Salinas also possesses a dark side due to gang violence soliciting each young member of my town. Immigrating to the United States, my parents’ initial priority was to find a job rather than an education in order to survive and keep me away from the darker Salinas. To make sure of this, my parents always encouraged me to try my best in school and make it my main focus. At a young age I began to notice disadvantages I had including the lack of resources at school. Realizing we only had 5 books for about 30 students, I felt unmotivated
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.
It is in the solving of social problems in which Hispanics can be of tremendous service to the country. One of the greatest attributes of hispanics is the willingness to mix, and by doing so, have created cultural forms, new human relationships, and life styles. Because this, Hispanics can help look for solutions to barriers, prejudices, and stereotypes that have divided us as a
Since before I was born, my Hispanic heritage played a huge role in who I am and what I have achieved. My great-grandfather immigrated to this country with the desire to provide his family with a better future than his own. My grandpa grew up in Texas on the boarder of Mexico and traveled to Blue Island, Illinois as migrant crop worker. This desire passed down by my grandparents and my great-grandparents has played a tremendous role in propelling me to where I am today. Each generation sought to make the the lives of their children better than their own. My grandma received the opportunity to live in the country of opportunity from her father, and my grandpa paid for my mom to get an education. My mother pushed me to do my best in school and
The amazing political stand that my great great grandmother took as a Mexican revolutionary woman also known as an adelita is something to definitely to be proud of, because that’s another person in my family that has fought for equality. Another vital factor in my heritage is our belief in La Virgen De Guadalupe. There are portraits and other objects of worship around my house in her honor. In the living room, there’s a portrait of her and in late October and early November, we put pictures of our passed loved ones along with candles around her for Dia De Los Muertos. We pray to her and on December 12th (her birthday) we proclaim our love and gratefulness for her, and on Spanish stations you can watch celebrities singing to her at a church in Mexico
Pat Mora was born and raised in El Paso, Texas, the city in which her four Spanish-speaking grandparents migrated during the Mexican Revolution. Her firm belief in promoting cross-cultural understanding and the appreciation of Hispanic culture often reveals itself in her works. She often writes about the elements of the Southwest to relate to and empower Hispanics to embrace the cultural traditions that are so significant to their identities (University of Minnesota).
I was born on September 15th, 1999 in a small town called Watervliet, MI. I was the first born out of three children, and the only girl. Growing up as the oldest and the only girl in a traditional Mexican family was definitely not the easiest thing to deal with. My parents have always been strict with me, which I believe has shaped me to be a responsible woman. I have two younger brothers who are 15, and 10 years old.
I was born in Mexico and raised in beautiful San Diego since the age of four. Coming to the United States at a very young age I had to face many challenges that have shaped me to the person that I am today. I consider myself a Chicana woman who has overcome the obstacles to get were I am know. Being raised in a Mexcian household has thought me to embrace my culture and its roots. The Spanish and native blood that is with in me remind me of many Americans today. The reason I consider my self Chicana is because of the similar background that I shared with many Americans today. Living in the U.S. I have learned to adapt and embraced the American culture so much so that it came a point of life were I struggled to find my own identity. Taking
Of these 31.8 million are Mexican origin. Despite the large presence as Rodolfo Jacobo, professor and Department chair, Multicultural Studies at Palomar College recounts in his article Chicano Cultural Space: It’s Roots, “there exist a vast lack of knowledge of the political, economic and cultural significance of the Chicano cultural nationalism” (Jacobo 4). In the search of acceptance Mexican decedents had look and still looking for spaces that they could encounter a sense of home, but through the entire search Mexican Americans find themselves in a territory and a society that denies and discredit their experience and contribution. However, through all the different situations and experiences that Mexican Americans had faced and still face help them to take a step forward, and become leaders of the communities in order to speak out and proclaim their
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
I’m a Mexican-American. Growing up in a hispanic household has made me stand out from my classmates. In Appleton North High School, I am one out of the many few students that come from a Hispanic household. I often feel intimidated by my classmates but learned to love every bit of it. I am proud to know I am a successful student representing hispanics in my school; taking many AP classes as well as leadership. I plan to continue representing minority at my school as well as empowering young latinos to follow their dreams of attending college.
United States usually known as the “melting pot” and it is a typical immigrant country. In the past 400 years, United States has become a mixture of more than 100 ethnic groups. Immigrants bring they own dream and come to this land, some of them looking for better life for themselves and some want to make some money to send back home or they want their children to grow up in better condition. Throughout the history there’s few times of large wave of immigration and it is no exaggeration to say that immigrants created United States. For this paper I interview my neighbor and his immigration story is pretty interesting.
Being the only immigrant child opens the door to a lot of name calling in your family. I have always thought of myself as an American. So it annoyed me a little bit when my my sister or brother called me an immigrant. But it’s ironic because aren't I actually an immigrant myself? The one who came to America from Sri Lanka at nine months old with no papers. Went through extra security in airports because I wasn't yet a citizen. Always had to not only remember my social security but my green card as well . So why do I get frustrated when people label me as an immigrant, when the true matter is that I literally am one. Throughout my life these thoughts continuously go through my head and is still a working progress in which I am trying to figure out what I want to be, and what I’m actually am.