Autobiography Essay: My Life In Mexico

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I was born on April 5th 1995, in a small village in Durango Mexico. I lived there for about 13 years, then we moved here to Chicago. I am 6 ft. ½ inches tall and I weight about 119 pounds. I have always been skinny, even my friends in Mexico used to call me “Flaquita” which means skinny in Spanish. But well, I don’t consider myself too skinny, actually I define myself as an average. As for my appearance I think I am pretty, I am often told that I am beautiful especially by family members. My sister even calls me “doll”. As for my culture, I love to be Mexican, by all means; I love the food, the traditions, and especially the music. Living in Mexico all my childhood and part of my adolescence influenced my love for the
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I will never stop missing my little village. I don’t consider myself better that other people, instead I am always trying to help people, especially the ones I care the most about; my family. Emotionally, I am not very open with my feelings, especially with people I don’t know a lot. I consider myself as a very shy person who is very quiet most of the time, even if I have something to say, I think sometimes is better to keep your opinion to yourself. My biggest fear is to talk in public, I don’t know how I have survive all those class presentations I have done. But by the way I think I am intelligent, well at least I used to be back when I was in Mexico. I was always the one with the best grades in my class from kindergarten to 8th grade. But when I moved here everything changed for me. Learning a new language was not easy at all. …show more content…
I knew it was wrong, but I wanted to be her friend, so I did it. Thanks god I realize on time that friendship was not good for me, and I ended it. My biggest influence has been my mom, she is my role model, and the person I am today is thanks to her. She taught me to never give up no matter how hard things are. She is always telling me “one of the hardest parts of life is deciding whether to walk away or try harder”. College was not in my mind when I finish high school. For me it was impossible, first of all I knew my parents didn’t have money to pay for it, and secondly I didn’t thought my English was at a college level. At the end she convince me, and here I am trying to be a preschool teacher. She also taught me that responsibility is a value you must have to succeed. And it is true, because being responsible means you are accountable of your actions, good or

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