An American is someone who usually is born within the borders of the USA or gets a green card. For me an American is a person who works to earn enough money to barely get food. An American is also a person who has to fight everyday to get enough money to put a roof over their families had and barely has enough to get some food. Some Americans have lived here for more than sixteen years and are never recognized not even in death. The real Americans are discriminated and hated upon.
The people who are the worst mouthed and the ones who are considered to the most dangerous or dumb because they have the most high dropout rate. It’s funny how they don’t consider people from Central America, and South America, Americans. I consider that Americans are people who were born in the Americas even though they have to do a lot just to help their families back in their own countries. Americans are people who live in the United States and work really hard to make a living. Their also people who have double jobs to maintain their kids, home, and get something descent to eat.
It’s funny how people can hate the people who work their lands so they can have money and pay them less or minimum wage. Their people who work for rich people who treat them like they were dogs and also wish they would leave. I can’t understand why “Americans” say that immigrants are taking their jobs when immigrants are doing the dirty job that the Americans don’t want to do. Their also doing for less and it’s not fair for them to try to close the border when the more than half of the people that come here to supposedly make a better living have a house or better yet be treated equally. They come with that dream their chasing a freedom that doesn’t exist for them. It only exists for people who have fought in a war or if they have money or are involve with the army.
Immigrants are people who come from a place that they barely have enough to eat and have to live in horrible conditions. Immigrants aren’t really immigrants because they are just like the people who came here and took over the lands. It hard to believe that a country that supposedly is friendly and is the richest because of hard workers like immigrants there’s a lot of discrimination and hatred against all of their minority. Most Americans are nice and understand what immigrants go through. Those are Americans who care about other people besides themselves. A real American comes from a tribe like the Cherokees or the Navajo. They weren’t pilgrims and they’ll never be. Those were people who gave them diseases and caused them death or pain.
The people who discriminate or hate other races that aren’t their own are very stupid and don’t know nothing about their past. The people we call Americans are people who stole someone else’s land in some point or killed people or stole form them they are people who shouldn’t be called Americans but no one says nothing about that because people pretend not to care. It’s very hard for a daughter of an immigrant like me to have hope when all you hear on the news is how much they want for immigrants to leave. It’s funny because the people who are more likely to not vote are the people who are the most targeted when a person running for something wants their vote. They use the people to later dispose of them like the where nothing in the beginning.
I believe that a true American isn’t white or black it’s a person who cares and who provides for those in need. It’s also a person who promises change and gives us change. Who helps the poor not the rich get rich but also helps students with their education. I also think that they help by giving students more things to do after school so they won’t join gangs. Americans should be people who care about other not just their wealthy or greedy self’s. I also think that an American is a person who can agree to accept other people’s culture or make their own culture. It’s very hard to define what an American really is but this is what it means to me.
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
Academic Autobiography
Well it all started when I was in kindergarten. I don’t remember about it all I remember is that I meet my best friend there. I remember it was ok and I had fun learning. In first grade I remember that I liked the teacher Ms. Sanchez but not what she made us do. I hated to write sentences or to write anything that wasn’t the ABC’s. I remember that when I started second grade I thought it was going to be great. Turns out that I was the most picked on by the teacher and the one who always got lost in whatever he said.
I remember one thing I liked the most was learning how to use money in his class. Mr. Angobaldo was a really good teacher. I admire his work but he was too harsh on second graders. Well he had this thing in which he thought us how to use money. He would charge us for using the restrooms our doing something bad in class. I don’t remember how much but I do remember he would make us tell him how much we were giving him and how much change we should get back. When I entered third grade I thought it would be the same thing but it wasn’t it was a bit much easier than second.
My third grade teacher Mr. Martinez thought me how to multiply and how to follow instructions to the fullest. We learned how to follow them because we had to do this beautiful works with string. If we didn’t follow the order we would get the wrong image but if we did it right we would the drawing of a beautiful colorful apple or something else. It was something my classmates and me enjoyed doing a lot. It was something fun he knew we would enjoy and he knew he would be teaching us some value too. My fourth grade teacher Mr. Zamudio he wasn’t as fun or as boring as people said. He was very ok we never had a problem with him. He thought me everything I knew about essays, paragraphs, and things like that. I loved doing these things because I learned even more without thinking about it. I really don’t remember much about that grade. In fifth grade we got a new teacher which was very fun but strict. Her name was Ms. Heim she was a fine teacher.
I liked her a lot because she thought us girls what we would eventually find out in life and that life wasn’t as easy as we thought or imagined. She was very realistic person. She took us to the Getty House and to the beach before our graduation. She made our graduation unique and special because she thought us how to sing songs of our culture and to dance them. She even made us wear typical dresses of where our parents are from. It was very fun year for us. When I started middle school I thought it was going to very difficult and I wouldn’t be able to go on to high school. I was right in a way because I got picked for being the shyest one or I got called names that really hurt at that age.
Sixth grade was fun. There was this one teacher Ms. Cantarero she told me so many things that helped me out through middle school and still help me today. She advice me on so many things. She helped me get over the fact that I shouldn’t be pushed around by other people. She was more than a teacher to me she was a friend too. I miss her but I can’t go see her because she moved to another school. In seventh grade things were a bit different because I started school late and cause I had moved to Riffle, Colorado the very last days of school during my sixth grade year. I definitely wasn’t the same girl as before. I had changed my perspective on everything because I didn’t care about anything anymore.
It was really hard for me at that time because we had left my dad and we got back with him. I was starting to rebel in a way. In the end I gave up trying to be a rebel and went back to being my normal self. In the beginning of eighth grade I became the same shy but with an attitude type of girl. My teachers liked me because I listened but not because I answered back.
After my middle school graduation we had definitely left my dad and my mom started to meet a new guy which is now my stepdad. He told me it would be best if I left Miguel Contreras Learning Complex to come to West Adams Preparatory High School. I really didn’t want to come here because that would mean leaving all my childhood friends. Once I was out of MC during the second semester I thought I would be lonely for a really long time.
I was wrong I made friends by the second day and I even liked my teachers and schedule. So far high school has been a great experience for me. It won’t be easy for me to go ahead and think of college but I will soon and I’ll get use to the idea.
I remember one thing I liked the most was learning how to use money in his class. Mr. Angobaldo was a really good teacher. I admire his work but he was too harsh on second graders. Well he had this thing in which he thought us how to use money. He would charge us for using the restrooms our doing something bad in class. I don’t remember how much but I do remember he would make us tell him how much we were giving him and how much change we should get back. When I entered third grade I thought it would be the same thing but it wasn’t it was a bit much easier than second.
My third grade teacher Mr. Martinez thought me how to multiply and how to follow instructions to the fullest. We learned how to follow them because we had to do this beautiful works with string. If we didn’t follow the order we would get the wrong image but if we did it right we would the drawing of a beautiful colorful apple or something else. It was something my classmates and me enjoyed doing a lot. It was something fun he knew we would enjoy and he knew he would be teaching us some value too. My fourth grade teacher Mr. Zamudio he wasn’t as fun or as boring as people said. He was very ok we never had a problem with him. He thought me everything I knew about essays, paragraphs, and things like that. I loved doing these things because I learned even more without thinking about it. I really don’t remember much about that grade. In fifth grade we got a new teacher which was very fun but strict. Her name was Ms. Heim she was a fine teacher.
I liked her a lot because she thought us girls what we would eventually find out in life and that life wasn’t as easy as we thought or imagined. She was very realistic person. She took us to the Getty House and to the beach before our graduation. She made our graduation unique and special because she thought us how to sing songs of our culture and to dance them. She even made us wear typical dresses of where our parents are from. It was very fun year for us. When I started middle school I thought it was going to very difficult and I wouldn’t be able to go on to high school. I was right in a way because I got picked for being the shyest one or I got called names that really hurt at that age.
Sixth grade was fun. There was this one teacher Ms. Cantarero she told me so many things that helped me out through middle school and still help me today. She advice me on so many things. She helped me get over the fact that I shouldn’t be pushed around by other people. She was more than a teacher to me she was a friend too. I miss her but I can’t go see her because she moved to another school. In seventh grade things were a bit different because I started school late and cause I had moved to Riffle, Colorado the very last days of school during my sixth grade year. I definitely wasn’t the same girl as before. I had changed my perspective on everything because I didn’t care about anything anymore.
It was really hard for me at that time because we had left my dad and we got back with him. I was starting to rebel in a way. In the end I gave up trying to be a rebel and went back to being my normal self. In the beginning of eighth grade I became the same shy but with an attitude type of girl. My teachers liked me because I listened but not because I answered back.
After my middle school graduation we had definitely left my dad and my mom started to meet a new guy which is now my stepdad. He told me it would be best if I left Miguel Contreras Learning Complex to come to West Adams Preparatory High School. I really didn’t want to come here because that would mean leaving all my childhood friends. Once I was out of MC during the second semester I thought I would be lonely for a really long time.
I was wrong I made friends by the second day and I even liked my teachers and schedule. So far high school has been a great experience for me. It won’t be easy for me to go ahead and think of college but I will soon and I’ll get use to the idea.
How It Feels to Be Big Sister Me
Well for me it’s hard to be a big sister. It’s hard because no one taught me how to be one. I became a big sister when I was a year and three months. My young sister Ana was born. She’s always been the trouble maker or as other people say the black sheep of the family. I would follow her around as if she was the oldest and I was the youngest once she learned how to walk.
I didn’t think I would become a big sister again but I did when I was three years and exactly two months my sister Claudia was born. She was calm and still is. She follows Ana around. I feel bad because when we were young I didn’t act like the big sister instead I acted like the youngest.
Know that I know or have an idea of how to be a better sister and talk to them. I want them to trust me and share with me what they feel and things like that. I think it’s a bit too late because they don’t trust me and they get in trouble and barely communicate with me. We argue and fight a lot. I miss the days we were close. We barely started splitting up.
When my mom and dad did we sort of started growing separately. It was hard on us because we were little. We were together until me and my mom got in a nasty fight and I left her to go live with my dad. I got lonely and I didn’t like living with him so I left him and moved with my mom again. When I went back it was weird because things were different. They were mad because I left them and they needed me to be there and support them.
I always was like their protector or something because I would always be there for them. Even as we got older I was there for them. After I came back to live with them they changed and acted different. It was weird because they would talk among themselves and ignore me. I would try to be friendly or play with them and they would look at me like I was crazy for trying. When Ana started middle school she was around me more because we went to the same school and saw each other often. She got use to me, and she slowly but surely started coming back to me as if we were little kids again.
She started trusting bit more that she told me some of her secrets and she tested me to see if I would betray her. Claudia was a different story she started trusting me because Ana started trusting me. It was a bit more complicated because I would barely see her. She was more loving and caring though. She trusted Ana more and she still does. It gets me mad that she doesn’t come to me instead she goes to her friends that cause her huge problems.
Claudia is an outgoing person. She isn’t afraid to try something new or speak her mind. Sometimes that’s a bit too scary because she doesn’t know when to stop. People love her but she gets annoying after a while. The one thing that she has that’s scary is trying new things. She’s gotten in lots of trouble because of it. She was almost expelled from her school because she made the wrong decision and she didn’t talk to me about or anyone but her friends.
We were all very disappointed in her. I couldn’t believe that she didn’t have the courage to talk to me about it. We have gone through a lot and yet she still didn’t trust me. It was complicated I was very hard on myself, I kept thinking that I wasn’t the best sister they have had and that they deserved a better sister. When Ana decided she had, had enough of us trying to be there for her she left with my dad. She didn’t plan on coming back but she had too. We knew where she was but couldn’t go for her because she didn’t want us too. We ended up having to take her back. While she was gone Claudia and I came to a summer program called S.I.C (Saving Innocent Children). That helped me and her better our relationship and our communication. We became closer. Ana came in the picture again and she ruined everything Claudia and I had built up.
We have a very complicated relationship. Sometimes we can’t stand each other and we will start fighting for the dumbest things ever. But sometimes we act like we can’t live without each other. Know that a big sister again but this time it isn’t a girl, it’s a boy I know for a fact things are going to be different with him because he’s going to have three big sisters that love him and are going to be there for him no matter what. Yeah no one taught us how to be big sisters but we definitely know that we are not going to make the same mistakes with the baby. Also we have learned from our various mistakes that we need each other no matter what.
I didn’t think I would become a big sister again but I did when I was three years and exactly two months my sister Claudia was born. She was calm and still is. She follows Ana around. I feel bad because when we were young I didn’t act like the big sister instead I acted like the youngest.
Know that I know or have an idea of how to be a better sister and talk to them. I want them to trust me and share with me what they feel and things like that. I think it’s a bit too late because they don’t trust me and they get in trouble and barely communicate with me. We argue and fight a lot. I miss the days we were close. We barely started splitting up.
When my mom and dad did we sort of started growing separately. It was hard on us because we were little. We were together until me and my mom got in a nasty fight and I left her to go live with my dad. I got lonely and I didn’t like living with him so I left him and moved with my mom again. When I went back it was weird because things were different. They were mad because I left them and they needed me to be there and support them.
I always was like their protector or something because I would always be there for them. Even as we got older I was there for them. After I came back to live with them they changed and acted different. It was weird because they would talk among themselves and ignore me. I would try to be friendly or play with them and they would look at me like I was crazy for trying. When Ana started middle school she was around me more because we went to the same school and saw each other often. She got use to me, and she slowly but surely started coming back to me as if we were little kids again.
She started trusting bit more that she told me some of her secrets and she tested me to see if I would betray her. Claudia was a different story she started trusting me because Ana started trusting me. It was a bit more complicated because I would barely see her. She was more loving and caring though. She trusted Ana more and she still does. It gets me mad that she doesn’t come to me instead she goes to her friends that cause her huge problems.
Claudia is an outgoing person. She isn’t afraid to try something new or speak her mind. Sometimes that’s a bit too scary because she doesn’t know when to stop. People love her but she gets annoying after a while. The one thing that she has that’s scary is trying new things. She’s gotten in lots of trouble because of it. She was almost expelled from her school because she made the wrong decision and she didn’t talk to me about or anyone but her friends.
We were all very disappointed in her. I couldn’t believe that she didn’t have the courage to talk to me about it. We have gone through a lot and yet she still didn’t trust me. It was complicated I was very hard on myself, I kept thinking that I wasn’t the best sister they have had and that they deserved a better sister. When Ana decided she had, had enough of us trying to be there for her she left with my dad. She didn’t plan on coming back but she had too. We knew where she was but couldn’t go for her because she didn’t want us too. We ended up having to take her back. While she was gone Claudia and I came to a summer program called S.I.C (Saving Innocent Children). That helped me and her better our relationship and our communication. We became closer. Ana came in the picture again and she ruined everything Claudia and I had built up.
We have a very complicated relationship. Sometimes we can’t stand each other and we will start fighting for the dumbest things ever. But sometimes we act like we can’t live without each other. Know that a big sister again but this time it isn’t a girl, it’s a boy I know for a fact things are going to be different with him because he’s going to have three big sisters that love him and are going to be there for him no matter what. Yeah no one taught us how to be big sisters but we definitely know that we are not going to make the same mistakes with the baby. Also we have learned from our various mistakes that we need each other no matter what.
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