Essay on Personal Narrative Knowledge is Bliss

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Personal Narrative Knowledge is Bliss

Just a few days before I had to do this essay, my mom shared a story with me. In the middle of a Spanish lesson, one of her students asked her a completely unrelated question: Why do Mexican children always wear frilly dresses and slippers to the supermarket, and why do the men always crowd in the back of pick-up trucks to go to work? Although some of the students thought it was funny, my mother, of course, couldn't pass up this opportunity to respond and teach a more important lesson, interestingly enough, about stereotypes. She reminded me of our trip to Mexico some time ago and related those experiences to her students. I was very young when I first visited a very large, cultural, and modern
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Most Americans don't speak any Spanish or any other second language for that matter, yet we don't consider ourselves illiterate. Although we may see dusty roads in some rural parts of Mexico (which is typical for developing countries) here in the United States, with all of its technology and wealth, we see dusty roads and downtrodden communities in many areas. How would we like it if these were portrayed abroad as the typical image of the United States?
Mexico City alone has a population of over 9 million people. It is the second-largest and most rapidly growing metropolitan area in the world. Mexico City has been, since 1325, a thriving city with pyramids, houses, and temples. In other words, it has existed in a civilized state long before the United States even came into existence! In 1620, when the pilgrims first landed at Plymouth Rock, Mexico City was a thriving center with over 100 million inhabitants.
When my father taught school in a mostly Hispanic community in Los Angeles, I would go on campus with him during the summer breaks and I made quite a bit of Latino friends. Despite what I had often heard, the people I met were just the opposite. They were clean (like anybody else), they were not crammed either in a pickup truck nor in their apartment. Most of the children wore American styled clothes- of course there were those with the frilly yellow and pink Sunday dresses at school, but one could hardly say it was