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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…
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There is Purpose in Every Story
Soy ciudadana Americana por naturalización, Tejana de corazón, y Regia de nacimiento. I was born in Monterrey Nuevo Leon Mexico and raised in The Rio Grande Valley. When I first moved to the United States, I didn’t speak a word of English but interestingly enough the words “Hello” and “Thank You” became my favorite words. For a long time, I felt I was trapped between two worlds- kind of like the India María- ni de aquí ni de allá. Just like many others, I came as a child into the country illegally. I was told to always keep a low profile so I wouldn’t be noticed by the border patrol. …
