Immigrant Childhood: Navigating Language and Poverty

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My parents arrived in the United States hoping for a better future not for themselves, but for the baby they carried in their arms. We would often move from relatives ' houses since my parents couldn’t afford renting an apartment themselves. We were fortunate enough to have caring relatives who didn 't mind us living with them since they knew the hardships we were going through. I grew up in a household where only Spanish was spoken given that both my parents didn’t speak any English at all. When I was in kindergarten, my teacher was afraid that I would be behind the rest of my classmates, given that I only spoke Spanish fluently. I was fortunate to receive free tutoring from my kindergarten teacher. We would often read books together until …show more content…

By the end of elementary school my English improved. This was an important key event in my life because I proved to myself that I was just as capable to achieve my goals as anyone else. At this age my parents started to talk to me about all the possibilities that I had. They began telling me that I could go to college if I set my mind to it. It might seem as an exaggeration thinking that just at age 6 my parents started talking to me about college. At that age, I really didn’t truly understand why my parents were telling me that I would go to college when I was older. The word “college” to me sounded foreign like if it was a fantasy. It was later on throughout elementary and middle school that I understood …show more content…

It 's not that they didn’t care about my education, but it was because of the language barrier. Both of them were born and raised in Mexico.They left their families in order to come to the united states with the idea to give the opportunity to their daughters to amazing things. Therefore, they weren’t the parents that signed up to be part of the parents association or went on field trips when parent volunteers were required. They were never able to help me with my homework and never understood that a 3.5 GPA was really good. I never hold this against my parent 's because I know that it isn’t their fault for not knowing these things. Both my parents didn’t have the opportunity to go to college, they didn 't know a thing about the college process. I knew that if I really wanted to go to college, I had to do the best I could to reach out to my teachers and counselors for help. Fortunately throughout high school, I have had AVID teachers that have supported me. I had the pleasure to meet two of the most wonderful teachers, Mrs.Larsen and Mr.

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