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educators thought me to make an impact in this world and compliment my cultural upbringing with the
importance of an education. The lessons that I have learned so far in live is what motivates me to reach
my goals today. The most precious thing my culture has taught me is the Art of multiplication.
I am the daughter of Mexican immigrants. My mom what one of five children and was raised by
my grandmother, a single-mom and a widow. My dad was the eldest of his ten siblings; both my parents
were no strangers to sharing, hand-me-downs and living day by day. My parents upbringing have rooted
my foundation and have given me a clear sense of cultural identity. I was born and raised in Compton,
California until the age of 16 when I moved to Las Vegas with my family. Growing up my neighborhood
had a curfew of 8pm which most of us kids followed. My neighborhood is heavily Hispanic and heavily
crime stricken as well there was many festivals and Mexican traditions that would take place on my
neighborhood streets and also the occasional gunfire. Though I never was able to identify myself with the
traditional aspect of the Mexican culture because I was raised in an evangelical household, Mexican
culture is so intermingled with the catholic religion it was virtually impossible to correlate myself with
Mexican rituals and religious traditions. My link to Mexican culture is more principle and standards
based.
Growing up school was a safe haven for me where I was able to eat a meal, make some friends,
and learn. On occasion I would get an instructor or teacher come into my life that would leave a great a
positive impact. The type of instructors that would allow me to step out of survival mode and remind
me that education was a precious tool for life and for future generations to come. The Mexican culture is
usually a poor one, I was taught from a young age how to use tortillas in at least twenty different ways
and in every stage of the tortillas deterioration. One day we made quesadillas and the next we would
make flautas (rolled and fried tacos) and when the tortillas were very old and hard they were revived
My parents are some of the hardest working and dedicated people. They proved this when they
were able to become U.S. citizens, even though they speak broken English, their pride for this country
was unwavering they both decided to study English and take the English Citizenship Test even though
they didnt have to. My parents were constantly trying to prove to us that anything was possible with
dedication and hard work they both passed their test and were sworn is as U.S. Citizens shortly after that.
I was the second of four siblings to graduate high school. At that time, I set out to find ways to
help others. Working long hours in the customer service industry, volunteered at food banks, and shelters
I was able to find a true passion for helping people. Most currently I continued to volunteer, taking care of
children with diverse disabilities while working at a psychiatric hospital for minors. My parents
constantly reminded me of the importance of hard work and dedication. All of the hard work paid off
every single time I was able to help someone realize their potential too just like my parents showed me so
Being brought up in with very little has made me very creative. My toys usually included items
like: a broken vacuum cleaner, some boxes and a lot of imagination. Because of my cultural heritage and
my upbringing I have the special ability to find the good in a bad situation. Professionally my goals are to
be able to find skills in children that have very little skillset. My goal is to be able to discover something
good in everyone I come across. I want to teach that through much adversity, disabilities, a lack of
resources, or means there is a way to multiply their skills and knowledge when they are combined with
hard work, and determination. I want to introduce to people the same Art of Multiplication that my