Autobiography Of My Mother

On February 23, 2016, I was confronted with a scare that changed my life dramatically. My Mother Colleen Micele was admitted into Bayonne Hospital due to feeling ill, however, rapidly circumstances changed for the worst. My mother was rushed to the ICU unit and her time she had left us had been decreasing by the hour. My mother developed a condition called Pulmonary Edema which is when the lungs fill with fluid. This condition had caused my mother's lungs to then collapse which lead to my mother develop Atrial Fibrillation. Matters had become extremely severe and life threatening once my mother had become Septic. The uncertainty and living second to second not knowing if my mother would make it through her illness for 5 weeks emotionally destroyed

Although our society is slowly developing a more accepting attitude toward differences, several minority groups continue to suffer from cultural oppression. In her essay “How to Tame a Wild Tongue,” Gloria Anzaldúa explores the challenges encountered by these groups. She especially focuses on her people, the Chicanos, and describes the difficulties she faced practicing her mother tongue. She argues that for many years, the dominant American culture has silenced their language. She claims that by forcing them to speak English and attempting to eliminate their accents, the Americans have robbed the Chicanos of their identity. She also addresses the issue of low self-esteem that results from this process of acculturation. Growing up in the United States, Anzaldúa says she had to accommodate to the American culture. The fact that she was discouraged from practicing her native language induced her to become ashamed of her roots. In addition, she explains that she constantly felt suppressed on account of her gender. By incorporating Spanish words, powerful personal anecdotes and historical facts about her people, Anzaldúa produces a unique composition in which she depicts an unfair and repressive world and reprimands the prejudices that hinder certain cultures from flourishing and establishing themselves.

My mother, Amy Neuzil, has grit because she works hard everyday to get things done. She is the reason the word grit was invented. She stumbles out of bed every day at six a.m. Then she retrieves my sister, Madison, from her sleeping quarters and dresses her in the fanciest get-up you’ve ever seen. While she is completing that task, she also has to dress for work or college. While cramming a turkey sandwich, blueberries, and five or six bulky blocks of frosted plastic ice into a teeny tiny black insulated lunch bag. After she has finished that magic act, she is practically late for whatever she is trying to get to. So, she frantically gathers Madison into the Buick. Then she starts rushing back and forth through the front door, to grab

Recently the use of our language has become a hotly debatable subject that identifies who we are. Many people now routinely use Standard English and have been forced to speak it, because it’s the “American way”. On the one hand people who use their upbringing language are shamed for using it. On the other hand, many people who use their upbringing and Standard English are shame for it even more. Take as an example Chicanos are mestizos who have to live on the very border between different cultures and countries. In “How to Tame a Wild Tongue” by Gloria Anzaldua, she argues the negative social attitude toward Chicano ways of speaking and the harmful effect of this negative attitude on the self-identity of Chicano people who live in borderlands. Despite on how Americans are compelled to disregard their culture and subdue to American culture in order to fit in, using your own native language doesn’t violate any law in the book, therefore everyone should be able to speak freely in whatever language they please to use.

My cousin Lizzeth was born in Mexico but raised in America. In middleschool Lizzeth was ashamed to say she was from Mexico because of people’s reaction. People would give her comments like “You dont look Mexican” “How come you dont have an accent” these questions would cause discomfort to Lizzeth’s identity. She felt as if her eloquent english was abnormal to have, as if Mexicans cannot reach that level of intellectuality. As Lizzeth grew older, she felt like you were suppose to fit society’s profile of a Mexican, as if you were suppose to act a certain way, speak a certain way, and listen to specific music.

Tanya Maria Barrientos illustrates an internal conflict she faces about accepting her ethnic heritage, in her essay “Se Habla Espanol”. Barrientos, who is from Guatemala, moved to the United States at the age of three with her family. As a result of her parent’s decision to only learn English, she ignored her identity in order to fit in with the American society. Barrientos had a hard time staying true to her heritage mainly due to the pressures of the negative stereotypes associated with being an immigrant. In fact, the American society influenced her to the extent that she took pride in not behaving like a Latina, but instead like a white American just like her friends.

"Anita began raising Darnell 15 years ago, when his mother began deteriorating in different ways. They've been through it all; she laughed when she talked about how much trouble he got into early on, and she shook her head proudly when she said he was now "the man of the house," helping with all the other children who have landed in her home over the years after their parents gave up. "She's my second mom," Darnell said. "I don't let that 'mother' word out easily, I really don't. But she deserves it." He told me his story matter of factly, telling me he struggled at times when thinking about his mom, in particular, but "I had to learn how to accept that she was doing the right thing for me when she decided she couldn't raise me."

I believe, without my mother's independence and the way she raised me, I would not be applying to Queens today. I have had my share of ups although I've also had plenty of downs. I have two older sisters and a younger brother. My oldest sister chose a different path when she had the opportunity to choose a more successful path. She moved out at the age of 16 to flew across the country to live off of my grandpa's income. She dropped out of college, barely a semester in, with student loan debt. She could have been a multi-sport collegiate athlete on scholarship. I look at her and see what could happen if I don't make the right choices and take advantage of my opportunities. My second oldest sister made most of the right choices, and I look at her and see how successful I could become.

I can see the sun through my sheets, I feel the sheets rising above me. I heard my mother's voice say:

I watched her slip into eternal rest on November 10, 2010; she had finally lost her ten-year battle with cancer. The woman that molded and shaped my world, my mother, had died. Ten years before, the only time I dealt with the medical community was for my yearly checkup and vaccinations. Everyone in my immediate family was healthy and happy. Then she came to me and said she was having excessive vaginal bleeding but was not concerned because she believed it was just fibroids since she had them after she gave birth to my youngest sister in 1987. She was just going to go to her OBGYN to get it checked out, but it was no big deal. Two weeks later, we were all called in for a family meeting. The results of her test had returned, and she had stage

My mother name is Angenita she works a CNA after high school for about couple of years. Also, she worked as a cashier at South of the Board and she worked now as housekeeping at a motel. She influences me in good ways and bad ways with all her jobs. First, in a good way is because she was a CNA and I want be nurse just like her but to be a registered nurse. Then, a bad way is that she didn’t stay at that job that long but she wish she go back and stayed a nurse I want keep my nursing job and not get a new one. Finally, she influences me in all her job by helping people and I have always want to help people with any situation.

I was born in North Sioux City, Iowa. I grew up there till the time I was seven. From age five to age seven, all I would eat was peanut butter and jelly. I refused to eat anything else. My sister was a year younger than me and was always getting into things. Hospital visit after hospital visit thanks to her. Other than that, my childhood memories are faint. The only other thing I remember is not being able to read picture books with all the other kindergarteners and having to read with the, at the time, scary 2nd graders. My parents got divorced when I was seven and we finally moved to Milford, Iowa. I strongly disliked it at first, but I made some awesome friends in 4th grade that stood by my side.

“Estas loca que le vas a decir a tu papa? (you are crazy what are you going to tell your dad)” my mom said

I was born and raised into a hardworking family that are the complete opposite of culture alienators. My siblings and I are all first generation in America on my mom's side and second generation on my dad's side. Life was very hard for my parents to raise all seven of us and depended on my grandparents for most of their help. Being that my grandparents brought all nine of their kids to America from Belize it was also very hard for them so survive and find stability. Most families that come to America from a third world country usually find it very difficult to keep up family traditions and sometimes lose all contact. My family found a way to stay very close and keep the Belizean culture very alive still to this day. As you can tell by now

A mother is someone who can take the place of all others but no one can take the place of her. There are many different definitions you could use to describe your mother. My mother, Pam Krull, fits every one of those. Today I decided to pick the three that I thought was most important to me. I admire and aspire to be like my mother because of how supportive, how selfless, and how loving she is.