My Family And My American School Essay

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I was born on August 22, 1998 in the tiny farm town of Galt. I grew up caught between two worlds: my Filipino household and my American school. When I was in primary school, I would wake up each morning to attend school at Lake Canyon Elementary, speaking English, learning from predominantly white teachers, socializing with a predominantly Mexican and White student body, and spending money on soggy, greasy American food in the cafeteria. At the end of the school day, I would return home to my parents speaking Kapampangan, say my daily prayers, and indulge in delicious Filipino food. In school, I was acutely aware of the fact that I was extremely different than the majority of the students at school. The only other Filipino at my elementary school was my cousin. At points, I was even a little embarrassed about being Filipino; for instance, when my mom offered to pack me lunch consisting of rice and Filipino food, I would decline out of fear of being different and mocked. Fortunately, as I became more assured of myself and befriended people who were a positive presence in my life, I developed more pride in my nationality. As a kid, my family was middle class. My father and mother had decent paying jobs and we were able to buy a house when I turned six. Everything changed, however, when I turned nine as the Recession impacted the United States. My dad was laid off from his job, which left my mom with the responsibility to support us with her high school education level job. It…

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