I Am From A Little Town Of Puerto Rico

September 2003 is a date that has impacted my life in various ways. Every person is a book in process, we have a beginning, make critical choices, have a climax, but with no wonder how it will completely end. When I was six years old, I didn’t realize I was going to start my American Dream. I was not aware that I was leaving my love ones, my best friend, and my house to live in a country where I knew and had nothing. Crossing the scorching deserts in the middle of the night, I had no idea my life was actually going to change for the better. Being brought from Mexico, I was directly enrolled in Pactolus Elementary School in North Carolina without any basic knowledge of the English language. As a new student, I was afraid to speak because I did not know

It was March 17, 2003, when my world got a bit worse. The older I get, the more I realize how terrible our economy is. People in Iraq are destitute, they don’t have access to clean water, electricity, and enough clothing. A fifteen year old girl should not be able to tell you everything there is to know about Saddam Hussein, but I can. Though my dad told me society prefers that I am oblivious to all the riots and shootings, I prefer to listen to every adult conversation when I have the chance. It interests me to hear about life only a few blocks away. People assume I am miserable, but that is not true. Although terrible situations are around me, I wouldn’t necessarily say my life is “bad”. Life is never bad unless you experience war. I personally

I am third-generation Puerto Rican American. Although some do not see me as black, my race is black, my ethnicity is Puerto Rican, and my nationality is American. I grew in a city where 39.3 percent of the population is Hispanic. Growing up in urban city where a large percentage of the population is Hispanic shaped who I am, what I have learned, and the struggles I overcame.

December 17, I had to endure a long hard journey but it made me into the person I am

I sat on the floor between my dresser and the wall, clipping pictures from newspapers that had accumulated in a pile next to my dresser, in the corner. My mom wasn’t too happy about my ‘newspaper-hoarding’, as she called it, and had told me that I could only keep travel and science sections of the most recent newspapers in my room. The rest went in the recycling. So I started fishing them out of the recycling bin. I would then search through them to see if there is anything I want to trim, trim it, then toss them back in the bin before my mom noticed. Anything that I wanted to keep to read I stashed in the pile behind my bed. I was sure to read them quickly, though, in case my mom found out about the pile. I paged through a section and saw

I never apprehended how fortunate I was until my life changed on December twelfth two thousand thirteen. I was only a freshman still trying to adjust to new people and a new school. I would have never thought I had to become a responsible adult much earlier in life. It all began with one phone call from my mother saying she just been struck by a car.

People know between wrong and right, unless they’re very, very young, but everyone has a conscience and you know what is the right thing to do. Lastly, put yourself in the shoes of the people who deal with life-or-death situations monthly, weekly, and maybe even daily. It is the people

When others dictate what we should think, feel and do, it eats away at our confidence. We begin to distrust our own instincts and we lose the ability to decipher what we really believe in versus what society, for example, wants us to be believe in. Although standing up for your beliefs seems difficult, the more you practice on it, the more you empower yourself. You build more confidence. Doing what you know is right takes guts; it takes guts to express an unpopular viewpoint. However, the more you tap on your guts, the more confident you become. We wouldn't be human if we didn't make the effort to step up and voice what you know is

What inspired me to succeed is the tragedy life experiences I’ve been through. On January 10, 2010,

August 4, 2015, the first day of my senior year. Mentally, I had my head on straight and I was ready for my adventurous year. About two weeks after Christmas break, I caught it, seniorits. My attendance to first period

February 12, 2008 became an important life changing date in my life. It was the day I signed my contract to join the United States ARMY. Little did I know the impact signing that contract would have on my life. This would open the door to the most stressful events in my life to date, battling the war in Iraq with my soldiers not once or twice but three separate times. Being apart of the war in Iraq far exceeds any other stressful situation I have lived through. No one can ever prepare enough physically, mentally, or emotionally to endure the things we have seen or done while in Iraq.

Wow! That was the first word that got into my mind when I heard professor Idler talked about this case. I am from the Dominican Republic, the first time I came to this country was in 2006 and this case happened in 2001. At the same time, I also got surprise since it was an extremely serious case and I did not hear about it in my country. I personally think that the best decision was to put her in jail because she needed to be more responsible of her mental problem and not to stay quiet. I still cannot find a reason on how can you kill your five children. It is still sad because I consider that Andrea Yates had the perfect life that anybody wishes to have. She had a united family when she was younger, graduated with honors from high school, went to college and got her nursing degree, married her boyfriend, and had an awesome family with kids, what else can you ask for? Andrea loved to get things perfect and she never failed during all of her years, but sometimes is better to fail during your younger years then to your older years.

the day I gave my life to God and let him change me for the better. So many things have changed

in 2004 because as they’ve heard, America is the land of the free and opportunities for their children to succeed with is vast. They moved to the U.S without knowing the language or anyone else but the immigration. They struggled to learn the language and get a job. It took a long and difficult five years to get united with my family. Now I look back, I see and learn how perseverance and determination can help me be who I want to be. I see my father and mother get home from a long day of work drained and worn-out. They work hard to provide anything for my family especially needs for my siblings and me to succeed academic wise. Seeing their hard work every day has changed my perspective on work ethic. Their perseverance and determination to get my siblings and me where we want to be, makes me realize that by challenging myself and establishing a goal that I want to accomplish, I can become something and someone and not just a statistic. My parents have taught me that my mind is the most powerful source that I possess to be anything that I want to be. I manage my time wisely and learn from every experience and opportunity I encounter to be successful and give back to world and communities that raised

Many things can contribute to what you think is morally right or wrong. Religion, for example, may create a barrier on to what extent you do something. Some religions set rules, or guidelines on which they limit what people do. Cultures, as well, contribute to people’s decisions. Many times our values and ethics disagree with different people who hold different