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    Life as a Migrant Student

    “Ya son las 5:00 de la manana, levántate a usar el baño antes que tu papa.” My mother would whisper to wake me up. We lived in a very small one bedroom apartment with one bathroom. We couldn’t wait to move into a trailer home, but those were given to families that had seniority. We started traveling to Wisconsin as migrants since I was in elementary school. We would attend school Oct- April and migrated up north end of April or beginning of May. We never had a chance to finish the school year with our classmates. We gave our notice of departure weeks in advance and were required to…