Personal Narrative: My Middle School Experience

I was the kind of guy who always strove in order to get the highest grades but yet hadn’t decided what to do in the future. I wasn’t worried, I knew someday I would find something in what I was good at. I got to live with that thought for some time until I got to attend middle school, where I stopped worrying about my grades and managed only to pass the subjects. I spent most of my time sleeping due to the frustration of not knowing what to do in the future. Most of my middle school experience was tasteless. I hadn’t friends at all, and teachers used to discourage their students about their future. “You're not going to college, you’ll not be able to do it because you’re poor” used to say, Mrs. Vazquez, the math teacher who instead of giving her class, talked on how much his son had accomplished in college and how we would not be able to attend. That was about to change.

“Carlos, son wake up” were the first words I heard from Mom the day we were about to leave home. It was about 3 am. We were heading to the International Airport of Mexico City, leaving everything behind. Our destiny, The United States of America in looking for a better future. The flight was long, tedious and exciting, all the time I kept wondering what life in the U.S would be like. I knew for sure it was going
I kept crying every day over stuff I’ve lost in my country, but my grandmother encouraged me to look for positive outcomes. We were safe now, away from all of those cartel members who were prosecuting us, and that have assaulted my dad (who was a police officer) several times, now I understand why Mom cried every time Dad called her in the midnight. I also had access to a better education. Since I had to pay for High School in my country, now being able to attend it for free in the U.S is something I’m very thankful of, in addition of a better economic