At the time my mom and dad only spoke Spanish in the house. To make matters worse, when I was about three years old my parents sent me to Dominican Republic for two full years. The time that I spent there was when I grasped more, and more the culture of my people. English was nonexistent. For me Spanish was the only way of life, there was nothing…
She feels ashamed when she sees or hears the disappointment of other Hispanics when they voice their disapproval of the fact that he does not speak Spanish. But Latino Americans of the second and third generation, keeping the language is about the opportunity someone gets or has to keep it. The Latin American child will most likely grown up in a home where only the first generation speaks Spanish while that child assimilates and interacts mostly of the day with the non Hispanic that he may be surrounded by at school or…
“College”, I can see that just mentioning the word ignites a fire in my parents’ eyes and I sense the excitement they feel as they drop question after question about it. Coming from a family that has never had a member attend a 4-year university has made it a huge priority in my life as a first generation student. The idea of being the first in a lineage to attend a higher form of education puts a lot on my shoulders as a senior in high school, but this pressure is actually my inspiration to achieve such a goal. I believe that being a Mexican American also has played a crucial role in my goal because my culture has raised me to be a passionate young man who pushes himself to achieve what I set out to do. As my fellow great Latino César Chávez…
I grew up with them talking to me in Spanish, so I can understand and speak it fluently. Now a day, you would be surprised with who can speak and understand Spanish. For example, my boyfriend who is Caucasian and Greek, didn’t have to take classes, he learned by his co-worker talking, he’s been working with them for 8 years now.…
This is America “This is America, speak English.” It is sad to say that I am not the only person who has had this said to them. It has been more than once that I have had concerned American citizens interrupt my Spanish conversations with my mother or friends just to tell me to speak English. I never get furious at comments like those. Although they are upsetting, I would never think of lashing out and being rude back.…
Being a Mexican American, you are born and raised in the United States with Mexican blood. At home you live in your deep Mexican culture and at school you’re surrounded by American culture. With my Spanish not being perfect and neither is my English. Many from my culture judge me for loving the US, and many Americans criticize me for being “too Mexican.” I’m torn between two worlds of a deep rooted culture and a new founded one.…
At school, all the kids spoke it. Among cousins, we only used English. But when addressing adults, we addressed in Spanish- and they didn’t like it when we tried to speak back to them in English” (Arellano 117). I could relate to Arellano when it comes to speaking Spanish to older adults and speaking English to everybody else.…
Where I was waving “Adios” to my mother, the others were waving “Goodbye” to their parents. Torn between two worlds is what I thought I would always be. As a Mexican-American I believed that I would never be fully Mexican or American. I believed that I would never really fit into one specific group and would be target of exclusion all my life.…
Even making me stay at my mother’s mom’s house for a month so that I could learn Spanish. My Grandma only knew Spanish, so there was really no context on translation… yeah my parents didn’t think that through now thinking about it. Anyways, I didn’t want to learn Spanish at the time. My focus was on school and videogames.…
During the summer between my junior and senior year of high school, I realized I am Mexican. On one side of my family my grandparents are completely white but on the other side my grandparents are 100% Mexican. I grew up making tamales at Christmas and I learned about my culture. My grandparents who were born in Mexico came to the United States by walking across the border. I admired my grandparents’ strength and courage and they helped me understand the idea of The American Dream.…
As if I couldn't understand them. If I spoke to Mexicans in Spanish, I was made fun of for my choppy, underdeveloped ways of speaking, and the Americans look at me in disgust and tell me to speak English because I’m in America. If I spoke in English, I was considered “Whitewashed” by Mexicans, and the Americans would be so amazed at how I don’t have a Mexican accent. So I thought to myself. If I can’t win either way, then there’s no point in letting those words get to me.…
I’m Mexican, I was born in Mexico but then brought over here to the US when I was around 3 years old. My whole family was born in Mexico and I’m the youngest child which means that all of my brothers and sister grew up for most of their childhood in Mexico and my oldest sister even got married over there. We eventually all moved over here and that resulted in our family being very culturally connected with Mexico’s culture. My mother is a strong believer in continuing cultural traditions even if we are in a different place. So she made sure we always knew a lot about where we came from or special traditions that were done in Mexico.…
It’s like I started a new life here and left back my old one. I started learning more, and the more I learned, the less I would want to speak Spanish. There was a point when I was in middle school and people would ask me if I spoke Spanish I don’t know why but I was ashamed of that, so I would tell people no all I spoke was English. I was starting to lose communication with my mom mostly, she didn’t want to speak English.…
The only person i talk spanish too its my Grandparents. My mother understands English and so does the rest of my family and peers so this affects my home launguage and this is the reason i English is my home…
I live in Brownsville Texas which is border with Mexico. Growing up in a mexican-american environment has been a wonderful experience. Both of my parents are Mexican and they both inculcated the mexican culture in my life. Since I live in the United States my mom has endowed me with both cultures. In Mexico they do not celebrate Halloween, instead they celebrate ¨El Día de los Muertos¨ (Day of the dead), in my advantage I get to celebrate both.…