This autobiographical essay will define my experience as a Dominican immigrant living in New York City. Being an American citizen with a Dominican background are extremely relevant to the process of political socialization. My family background is founded on the principles of democratic values, which taught to me by my mother and father. In New York City, I found a “melting pot” of different immigrants that allowed me to feel more accepted as a Dominican living in the United States. More so, these aspects of the socialization process provided a foundation for my belief in democratic values throughout my life.
As I entered the sky bridge, walking towards the plane, it finally occurred to me what I was about to embark on. In all honesty, I had no idea what to expect. Sure, I had seen the itinerary and talked to veteran brigaders, but schedules and words do not compare to the actual experience. My brigade trip to Nicaragua was incredible from beginning to end and I am very fortunate to have been able to contribute to the Global Brigades cause. Our schedule consisted of 3 medical clinic days, 2 public health days, and one water day with the first and last days as travel days.
There were rice plants on my left and farm animals on my right. I grew up in New York City, so you can imagine the millions of questions that were running through my head. I’d never been to the countryside of the Dominican Republic before, but when I finally did, I couldn’t be more ecstatic, despite the scorching Caribbean sun burning down on my brown skin. I hadn’t visited the Dominican Republic since I was four years old. All I had was vague memories of my grandmother’s boisterous laugh and the chickens in the backyard I loved chasing after.
I grew up on a land where February is carnival month. Sunday is family day, and every day is as hot as the day before. Being the most Brazilian as someone can be, I was born surrounded the typical Brazilian stereotype and moving the U.S. at the age of 13 expanded my culture and values. Growing up in Brazil, I matured following their rituals and customs. Family is a big aspect of the Brazilian culture, so family is the most important thing to me.
I’m able to resonate with a plethora of things, yet the thing I consider my identity is I’m an adopted, Haitian immigrant. I was born in Haiti in 1998, in a small village in Thomazeau, I moved to Croix-des- Bouquets right after my birth and I lived there until I was 9 years old. My family's financial situation was adequate. My mom was always able to find a way to make ends meet. This cause our neighbor to be envious of us.
My grandfather asked me “Which one?” I respond “Let’s get this one”. Little did I know that guinea pig was my dinner. Guinea pigs or cuy are not pets but food in Ecuador. When I arrived at the airport it looked like any typical airport, but it felt as if I was in a different world.
We got up on a Tuesday morning at 4:30 am, our flight left at 6:00 am for the Dominican Republic but I wasn’t tired. As we walked into the O’hare airport in Illinois I was so excited. We waited in lines that looked a mile long until we finally were at our gate. We sat down in faded,cushy,blue seats and waited to leave.
I am a Mexican woman. I have a big, round face, flat nose, and small, squinted eyes. My skin is light brown, an everlasting tan. And I have hair as unruly, and out of control, as a monkey hyped up on drugs. Since the day I started paying attention to the world around me, it has been ingrained into my mind that the only people who have a chance at success would look nothing like me.
I did want to go to Central America however, David asked me to please come in January because Dec is a very busy month for him. ( budgets ) Therefore, I decided to wait I think it is very important that David travel the market with me and developing a plan together on the business moving forward. I am going to Peru, I am visiting the stores outside of lima , meeting with ops reviewing DM Approach 2.0 , the big bets and playbook as it is lives in the stores.. I have three trips Q1
I’ve never been fond of spiders, but tarantulas were a common sight for me this past summer. These were seen on a mission trip to an orphanage in Haiti I went on with my church. In the weeks preceding the trip, I had no idea what to expect. Traveling to such a devastated nation was far beyond my comfort zone, especially since I had never been with orphaned children. When the trip began, I had the mindset of trying to complete as many physical tasks as I could.
Last summer I went on vacation to Puerto Rico with my cousins. We did really fun things like snorkeling, a boat ride, and eating at many wonderful places. Although all those sound really fun, I want to talk about the time I met the most cutest, most fluffiest, most friendliest, animal ever. It all started off on a breezy summer night while my cousins and family were chillin’ at our hotel pool.
My last day in Venezuela was so sad. The day before, I planned a special day with my friends. In the morning, we had breakfast in a Venezuelan typical place. Then we went to a place call ‘’El Avila’’ and we did excercise.
I identify as a Latina. I have always considered myself as a Latina, but throughout time, I believe that I have assimilated more into a white individual because of the privilege that I hold and because I have lived in the US most of my life. I have received mostly negative messages from those who are not from my ethnicity. My peers and I were told we wouldn’t graduate high school and be laborers for the rest of our lives. With the current politics, I believe that this still holds true where some people still hold stereotypes and give oppressing messages to Latinos.
My family and I originate from a small town in El Salvador, called Sesori. For many years, this small town has been infested by a massive gang called MS-13. None the less, I am still proud of where I come from, because it made me who I am and has shaped my mentally on life. I was 10 years old when the metal door banged open. My mother, used to the commotion, did not budge.
In December 2010 I went to Colombia- my native country- for a vacation. I was 21 years old, and I was living a reckless life. I was staying at my cousin’s Freddy’s house with his wife Mary and son Christian.