Personal Narrative: Becoming A Minority

Hi iam Edgardo Flores i was born in casa grande, az not that far away from our state capital,Phoenix, Az.theres nothing better to do in a hot summer than going out with the friends to a lake and have a blast riding jet skis boats and my favorite, swimming!My activites of the day are shooting,riding horses,and my favorite one is quad riding.Thats right! ive been doing these fun exciting hobbies since i was 9 years old.pretty young huh?

Walking away from everything you once knew and starting over is never a picnic. Leaving Iraq, and moving to America has impacted my life more than anything. I was only 4 years old at that time, and the only English I spoke was “excuse me, water please.” My family and I did not know it then, but our lives were going to change; we would become “Americanized”. Learning English was one of the massive changes that occurred, the way I dressed (culture), and even the way I had power to go to school and educate myself.

Privilege breaks down into many subtitles, there is family privileges, social privileges, individual privilege etc. I considered myself being so privilege with my family, they had sacrificed so much for me to be where I am today. As the unique child of a single mom I can not regret anything about my childhood or my adolescence life inside my home. But there is a contrast there with the social privileges, as immigrant I can said that my social privileges in this country are not the same that I would have in my homeland. There I was judge by my work not by who I am. I considered not being myself not being privilege in this country. There is people who had been through worst experience than the ones that I had. But If I'm going to talk personally

Freedom: the power or right to act, speak, or think as one wants without hindrance or resistance, that is what we don’t have right now. Our lives have been hard,we are often tempted to give up and not press forward, but we are not quitters, all of us together are going to fight until we have moved on.My poor family will be Britain’s slaves if our American troops do not try. All of our colonies sleep together snuggled in a little cabin like hut , it is not the perfect little dreamhouse, all snuggled up together in a warm, comfortable bed, no, we did it the harder way.

There are many avocations that I would chose from. But, more specifically, I would aspire to be a unique, “at home style” photographer. Being able to capture simple moments in a strange place like Elsewhere seems so interesting to do. Each day I would grab my camera, go outside, stroll around and observe nature. I would be able to go outside and capture moments of people, the warm sky, or anything that I would want to. The thing is, there are no limits to photography

Growing up, I was usually surrounded by white American culture and as a result was often the person that added an element of diversity. As a part of a small group of students from different ethnic and cultural backgrounds, I ended up with the unenviable task of representing the country of India to my fellow classmates and peers. Despite the fact that I was born in Brooklyn, I was the token Indian friend, fielding questions on the acceptability of wearing bindis and applying mehendi for fun.

“ OH MY GOODNESS , My Video Just hit one million views ! “ , I shouted to my mom downstairs as I frantically refresh the page to make sure I’m not dreaming . “one million and one “ .. “ one million and two” .. “This is not a dream” I whisper to myself in awe. “What’s the big fuss?” she says lethargically coming up the stairs ; “Im trying to listen to Cardi B’s New Album ! “ . “Big fuss?, Cardi B? ; What has the world come to? “, I sarcastically ask. “MOM , My “Advocacy” video just went viral , there are still good people in this world , We are Not Doomed !” . Still no response. She confusingly asks me, “What is Advocacy ; when you don’t have sex ?”. “Excuse Me ?” I say with a look of major concern. Just Watch this Video. “Clicks Play Button”.

Diversity: the state of being diverse; variety. We all come from different backgrounds; there’s heritage, there’s race, there’s different political views, sexuality and many more countable things that make us diverse. Not one human is the same. Not in thought. Not in experiences. I come from a latin culture, I was born in Rio Grande, Zacatecas and raised in Nieves, Zacatecas. The culture is so rich and the festivities seem like endless parties; there’s always a reason to celebrate. When I moved to the Dallas, Texas, for a more financially stable life it was two different worlds. It was something to get used to. People automatically labeled me as “dumb” a “criminal” the next “drop out” just because of skin tone.

To begin with, I did not grow up in a church-going household. In fact, I can count the number of times my family went to church together with my fingers. The times we went to church were so monotonous and dull that I would annoy everyone surrounding me wiggling the squeaky pew.

When I was four months old, I was adopted from India. The uniqueness of this situation is that my adoptive parents are of Polish, German and Mexican descent. Due to this, I have always had the opportunity to surround myself to a variety of cultures. Furthermore, it has influenced me to have a different perspective. Growing up in a small community has shown the lesser of diversity. At times, it was hard to fit in but I have and will always treat my fellow man with respect and acceptance. No matter their ethnicity religion or color, I will treat everyone the same. I was raised by a single parent and know what it is like to go without and believe all should be treated equally. I want to go into the medical field to continue to help people and

When I was as young as two years old I had my first memory, It was of me and my sister trying to walk, but our oldest sister would always come over to trample us in her attempt to get to the play kitchen first. Ever since this young age, I have memories that all include the same person, my twin, Heidi. We were inseparable at this young age, being able to have somebody to play with whenever you wanted to, but like any other siblings we would fight. We were always told that it would be “so much” fun and “so awesome” to have a twin, every single time somebody told us this we would always respond by saying that we wished we were seen as two different individuals, rather than just being known as ‘the twins’.

We live in a diverse society. People have unique qualities that distinguish them from others. Similarly, I differentiate in my way. Since I was a little girl, I loved constructing things and have a kind of ingenuity mind. Whenever I walked into the toy store I see a miscellaneous collection of toys from stuffed toys to electronics. The store had variety of toys to choose from, but none of the toys enthralled me except for the innovative toys and those that required some sort of building. It seemed like these toys had a magnetic wave that was pulling me towards them. When I arrived, I saw a bunch of puzzles, metal construction toys and I always picked up the unique and complicated one that would require working diligently to turn the toy into a magnificent masterpiece. These little things greatly affected my life. My interest defines me. In a way, my interest helped me figure out

In spring 2015 I was the teaching assistant for a Professional Development class for incoming transfers in the College of Science. The class had strict attendance policy, and more than one unexcused absence lead to a failing grade. Halfway through the semester one of the students stopped attending class altogether and had no form of communication. I discussed this situation with my Professor, and we reached a unanimous decision of a failing grade as she had already missed 5 weeks of class. A week before the finals I received an email from the student with an attached excused letter from the Student Health Center. Finalizing her absences as excused only managed to give her the minimum passing grade due to the many missed assignments and group projects. Judging her seriousness towards her academics by her performance in class and her timid

The Enabling factors: I have noticed in my community that there is the lack of affordable health insurance and health care, and there is a difference in socioeconomic status and class. For example, Bardmoor subdivision has a beautiful neighborhood with many well taken care of expensive homes. The income and social status are high and then ½ mile or across the street from that subdivision and you can see to the naked eye that the neighborhood are in need of repair and the people look as if they are barely making it to survive. Some of my neighbors are on a fix income and others work in jobs that pays minimum wage. In regards to health care, the problem is the lack of affordable health care and insurance. Many in the community have basic health

In the early days of our lives most parents try to take us to church. Most tend to cry, talk, or wave to other people. If you look even closer you can see them grab the song books,