Growing up in a Mexican household, the food we ate always had a spice to it. Whether the spice was on the side or already prepared in the food, my food always had a spice to it. My grandma’s favorite signature spice was her Pico De Gallo. Pico de Gallo also called salsa Fresca, is made from chopped tomato, onion, cilantro, fresh Serrano’s (jalapeños or habaneros are used as alternatives), salt, and key lime juice. At first I did not like Pico de Gallo because I couldn’t bear how spicy it was.
As a kid growing up there are encounters that change your perspectives on life and what you need to fulfill in life. Luckily growing up for me was never what some would state a battle. I experienced childhood in a white collar class group of five in the residential community of Mercedes, Tx. As a kid living around there of texas known as the Rio Grande Valley you start to see the battles other individuals look in the group and You end up noticeably appreciative for the things you do have.
That day, I held trash bags for my mom to place our clothes and utensils in. We went straight to her sister's apartment to stay in a place already filled with six people. During those years, our location fluctuated between his house and my mother's home because of his unkempt promises. He eventually convinced her to sale her house in order for use to move in with him and buy a new
There was once a boy living in south McAllen which was often referred to as La Balboa, and a sweet loving young girl living in North McAllen, these two individuals were unaware to the event that would soon be taking place that would change both of their lives forever. These two individuals were my mom and dad mom was usually refers to as La Prieta while dad was called Willi. It was the year 1995 where Willi’s friend Ray and La Prieta’s friend Cristina begged and begged for them to go on double dates with them, both Willi and La Prieta always refused. After begging for so long they finally but reluctantly agreed to go out with them. They weren’t expecting much but to go out and hopefully have some fun along the way, little did they know the
Senior year is winding down and three things that has been on my mind lately, one of which is UChicago. As I am artsy fartsy and I have written a crap poem to showcase my love for UChicago. Will anyone read this? Probably not, but I will share anyway and probably change some of the wording and add it to my quality blog (Grapesofcontentment.tumblr.com; high quality) University of Chicago To my dearest love, I pardon that my deep affections towards you are unrequited, And that you have many fine suitors that beseech you as well, As my love for you is immortal; an inevitable consequence of Your profoundness, your passion, your splendor, and intellect.
With my Cajita I would like to express myself as a person who is going through changes and a journey to becoming the best person that I can be at this moment in my life. Since I realize I didn’t have a meaning to life and all my hard worked was mean less since I didn’t have a true purpose for my hard work. I realize that life don’t have to be so complex and that we must find our own path even if people don’t agree with our choices. Therefore, my three artifacts that going to be in my Cajita will representing my journey of change and symbolize me truly fallen in love with myself for both inner and outer. So, my three artifacts are the Bible, kickboxing hand wraps, and hair pick.
Growing up, I never believed I had an identity. When I delve back to my earliest of memories, both English and Spanish made an appearance in my dialogue. Because my life had always remained constrained in a blend of American and Mexican culture, it was difficult to distinguish exactly which group I resonated most with. Here in the Rio Grande Valley, it is an internal war that is fought constantly. Whoever could predominantly show their Mexican heritage would be held at a great regard for not neglecting their roots.
One day, on an early Thanksgiving morning, my family and I, drove out of Valdosta to a farm. Our goal, wasn't to buy a turkey but rather goats, chickens, and a rabbit. At first, what I saw were a big empty land of dirt, plowed and perhaps ready for the seeds to be planted. Out further, I could see the woods surrounding the land and a gathering of crows flying and dancing, with the sun high in the sky. There's also was a small wooden house and cluster of cages separated by a big metal fence.
6:30am. I then scream, “OH MY GOSH, I'M GOING TO BE LATE”. I jumped up, hopped off my bed, and reached into my closet and pulled out my work clothes. As I run down the hall to get to the bathroom, I knocked on my siblings doors, screaming everyone get up.
The time I went to the worst place called Vista Maria… “I walked into the doors the doors that took me to Vista Maria. I was scared,and crying. I wanted to rip my head off excuse my language but it's really true. I was at Vista Maria because I was neglected and I had to go to a foster home.
I am currently trying to fall asleep in this cold and very uncomfortable tree. I can hear the pack of careers beneath me searching for a new prey. I 'm not worrying because I have my bow and they are too unskilled to climb this tree. I 'm glad I have the experience from hunting with you and my dad. I don 't know what I would have done without the skills you taught me.
Dominique Doll 523 9100 St. Charles Rock Road St. Louis, MO 63114 (314) 493-6100 dolld053@ritenourschools.org Patricide by Dominique Doll As I sit in this psychiatric rehabilitation center for treatment all I can think about is my sister Maddy. Everything that I have done has been to give her a better life. To get her away from my drunk and abusive so called “father”.
My Trip to Florida It was a cold winter night in Upstate New York. My mom and dad were enjoying a cup of coffee, my sisters were playing video games, and I was editing a few pictures on my computer. My mom brought up the idea of a vacation. She said” We haven’t been on a vacation for a long time”.
On November 26th of 2010 my mother was admitted to the hospital. I received a call from my grandmother telling me to get there as soon as possible, things were not looking good. I ran into my older brothers room and told him we had to get to the hospital. We grabbed our things and quickly ran out the
It was a early morning and the birds was singing in my ear. My mom notice that she was missing some spice to finish her famous chicken alfredo and decide to go to the store to buy some more. My mom asked us to go, but in the back of our minds we really didn't want to go we was having so much fun with are friends outside! My mom always give us a choice but still make us go. The plan was to get the