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Have you ever cried so hard your contact fell out? Because you felt so hopeless, crying was all you could do. Don't worry, this is not a typical story about getting dumped by a boy. When I was seven years old I came to the U.S. from El Salvador. El Salvador is in Central America, it’s a country with poverty and no justice. It’s not a safe place to be at, kidnapping, robberies etc happens frequently it’s rare when something gets done about it. When I first got here to the U.S. I was clueless, everything was different the language, the food and the culture. Don't get me wrong, I was pleased with the differences of the Hispanic and White culture. It was the start of something new. When I started first grade and it was difficult, the language was a barrier to start with. On the bright side, I made a couple of friends, one of them was Josh, he helped me learn a few words. Time went by, nevertheless it was still a little hard to communicate. I have to admit something foolish did happen in the third grade due to the lack of communication I had with my teacher. I remember getting F’s for my homework which was writing a vocabulary word five times, back then I did not speak much English, so I had no clue that’s what we were supposed to be doing and I wondered why I got that, now I know. By the time I was in fifth grade I knew enough to defend myself with words. Growing up being Hispanic can be a little rough, for instance, some times I would get told to go back to Mexico. Funny

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