Personal Narrative: The Largest Mexican Team

Soccer is not only a sport for me, but also my childhood. I remember that when I was a little boy, I followed my older brothers and their friends to play soccer every day. We did not have the soccer fields. We played soccer on the quite streets or on the fields, not soccer fields, wherever we had spaces to run and control the ball. Because of I came a person like soccer. I like to play and watch others play it. Soccer is running is my blood. I am really interested in the soccer.

Soccer is my favorite sport. I started playing soccer when I was five years old. My dad coached my team, as well as all of my other brothers, up until we became ten. By that time I went to tryouts for club. WSA was a great club, and that’s where I started my advanced competition soccer. I made it to a select level team, and it was a great first year. I met knew people and we played tournaments in the summer, but had regular season games in the fall. I was on U-11 which meant Under 11. I continued playing with WSA from U-11, my first year, to U-14 when they merged with the Timbers. When I was playing at U-14 the club was completely different. Much bigger, many knew faces, players and coaches. I had stayed on the same team all of those years

Culture is a personal thing. An average person has many cultural identities not just one but many others. These Identities could be Beliefs, Rules, what you like to do or what you feel like you belong in. My cultural identity would be sports because I have been doing sports for a long time. Also sports are a way to release some stress.

One of my goals was to become a coach. Me being Hispanic descent I already know I’m outnumbered in the field. In my 15 years of playing I have never faced or had a Hispanic coach before. In any sport this is relevant. I have an uphill battle to beat the odds and become a head coach somewhere. Former head manager of the Atlanta Braves Freedy Gonzalez mentions, “I feel that being the only Latin American manager in the major leagues. I fell that I have to do a really good job managing so that other Latin American coaches can get an opportunity”. This goes to show that the entire Latino race is behind Latino coaches. Hopefully one day I can be an inspiration to Latinos everywhere. another example of how my identities connect to my future is profession

Growing up in an area with a large Mexican community I never really understood how much my culture means to me. I grew up with the stories my dad and grandfather would tell me about my ancestors. My people were the raiders from the hills of Mexico City and that we were a family of warriors. I never held much weight to the warrior part of my grandfather’s stories but I did know that my great grandfather was a fighter. He left Mexico and rode the train up to Denton Texas and sold tamales on the square his entire life. He fought to give my grandfather a better life here. I don’t talk about my dad’s side of the family much, in this day in age being seen as white has more advantages than being seen as Mexican. This thought changed as I came to

With his goal drought well diminished Chicharito is finally back on track leaving his shaky past in England in the books. As he continues to awe the Bundesliga and his club with consistency his 18 appearances and 13 goals say more than just statistics. With a 72% chance of scoring every game Chicharito has done more than just break records in the Bundesliga but has opened doors for other foreign footballers. Overcoming his father’s success Chicharito is edging as Mexico’s all-time top soccer with only 4 goals short of Mexico legend Jared Borgetti’s 46 (Salvadore). With time, surely on Chicharito’s side to set yet another record for his country, he’s more than just overrated but overlooked due to his

During the summer my family and me went on vacation to mexico to see my grandma at her house it took us 2 days to get to her town is mexico when we got there is was 11 at night my uncle opened the garage door to let us in when we got off the car my grandma opened the door to let us in her house she gave everyone a hug the her and my mom started to cook food for everyone. After everyone got their suitcases out of the car and took them to there room my mom and dad slept in one room, my sister and her daughter slept in another room and my nephew and me slept in the living room. The next day my dad showed me around the town he grew up in where his other family members who lived there, and his aunt who owns a store on the corner of the street. When

Every year I go to Mexico, during spring break and summer. It's always relaxing laying on the beach or going on a nice refreshing swim in the 70 degree water. It was an average day down in mexico during the summer of 2017; I remember my family and I relaxing at home after a long day on the boat. I was feeding the street dog because I could tell she was either having puppies, or already had puppies. She was starving to death, her ribs were showing, I knew I had to help her. I started feeding her three times a day so she could start producing milk if she’s already had the puppies; or so she could keep the puppies healthy while she was still pregnant. A few days later I walked outside to feed her, and I hear whimpering like the sound newborn puppies

Narratives often provide the opportunity to hear personal experiences of certain individuals to better understand a struggle and finding of identity and purpose. This is especially true when being presented the stories of a marginalized group. Majoritarian stories, while valuable, may distort and silence the experiences of minority communities, often resulting in unfair assumptions made towards said communities. Being presented with counter-stories not only allows people of various backgrounds to hear a response towards more wide-spread claims, but also prevents the majoritarian narrative from dominating the discourse and understanding towards an experience or a group of individuals (Solorzano and Yosso, 2001).

Everything was so new and yet so familiar. Places I have seen and places I have not. A new and funny feeling swam through my body unsure what to think about this feeling. Never felt it before, and I somehow knew it wouldn’t be that last.

“Come on guys, going to be late”, my brothers told me and my sister as well as my sister in law. Running down our long stairs in Mexico. Wishing I could live there, but things aren’t as they were before. Wearing long brown boots and all dressed up to go watch the bulls. Walking for about 10 minutes to get there, stopped by my cousin’s store get get some drinks. Finally got there with my family. Trying to get a spot to sit at for a nice view.

As the hot sun beat down on all of our determined faces, we ran onto the heat-absorbing turf. Sweat was dripping down our entire bodies, and nerves sank into our bodies just to reside there for the whole day.

Standing in front of the customer blanked out not knowing what to say. November of 2015 was the first day I started working with my parents it was scary and exciting because it meant that I was going to earn money once a week. For that day I knew what I wanted to be when I grew up, I wanted to be a cook. I believe that if people dedicate their time to a new subject they will find what they really want to be when they grow up. My dad told me go to get the customer's order. I’ve been practicing what to say for three days already and I was really nervous. I wasn’t really nervous because it was one of my dad's friend that ate there every day. Everything was going alright until a big line of Mexican workers came to eat. I was doing each order as

It has been three days since the Rotary Youth Leadership Awards began and I'm still surviving behind the facade. I created this entity because I wasn't comfortable with new people or breaking of my comfort zone. I have never been away from home and surrounded by 99 strangers before. To other campers, I'm sassy and love the Kardashians. I would crack jokes and try to get by. Behind the facade, I was frightened and refused to leave my comfort zone. I refused to utilize the opportunity. I just wanted to get the camp over with. I never fit in with straight guys so I never bothered to interact with the guys. The girls loved the facade and at that point, I did as well. It was the only thing that kept me safe and made me feel strong. On the fourth