by Jennifer Guevara
MacArthur High School |
I have been living in the
Aldine Community for five years now. I still remember the first day I arrived in Aldine on July 16, 2013, at night 10:00 pm. Everything
was so strange and the streets looked so lonely and they still look lonely. I
remember that I was so frustrated because I could not go out like I did in
Mexico.
The days passed and I found
myself lonely and homesick because all my family stayed back in Mexico. I
remember that I used to cry every night because I really missed my mom and
brothers; I still cry sometimes. The days seemed so long and then my birthday
came and I really did not want to celebrate my 16th birthday because
it was the first time that my mom would not wake me up singing to me Las
Mananitas.
On August 24th,
2013, I attended my first day of high school, which was terrifying because I
didn’t speak the language. I remember that I did not know what classroom I
had to go to, and I did not know how to ask anything, but I found a math
teacher and he helped out. The months were passing and I got used to the school
and to the language, but I still was thinking that I wanted to go back to
Mexico. In that same year I always thought that I would not be able to go any
further and I wanted to give up, but luckily I have a mom who supports me in
everything, she was always cheering me up.
My sophomore year was not
that bad; I was happy because I could understand the language a lot more and I
was more confident in myself. I also had this amazing English teacher. Ms.
Lanczos was always willing to help me and for that reason she became so
important to me.
My Junior year was amazing because I stopped taking ESL classes, which meant that I was able to communicates with others in English, also I made
to the honor roll for all A’s and B’s. My senior year was memorable because I
was a few steps away from becoming the first generation in my family and that made me so
proud. I worked so hard for graduation
day because I only wanted to make my mom proud of me. I remember that when I
walked to the stage on graduation day, I thought that my mother was there
cheering for my and screaming so loud.
Now with hard work and
dedication I am attending Lone Star College, which made my family extra
proud because, like I said, I’m first generation. My mom always
tells me, “Échale ganas a la escuela y seas una mujer de bien y no tengas que
trabajar bajo al sol como yo lo hice.” Those
words mean a lot to me because every time I remember that I work harder and
harder to make her proud because she is my everything in this universe.
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