Hernan Cortez was a smart and very noble man. He knew what he was doing and how he was going to do it he was a bright and very important man to Spain. Hernan Cortez was the first marquis of the valley of Oaxaca. And after on the conquistador that had the privilege to conquer the Aztec empire for Spain.…
It was Nine O’clock, Pedro Juanito and his family had just arrived at their new house located in Woodgrove, California. As soon as they got in the driveway everyone began to feel relieved after eight hours of flying and driving from Mexico. Before Pop could turn the engine off everyone opened their doors and ran inside to see how astonishing their new house was. Everyone except Pedro was excited because Pedro had just got used to life in Mexico and he didn’t want to move. After everyone looked around and assigned rooms, everyone went to bed for school and work except Pedro, he just sat there wandering what his new school would be like and if people would like him. After around 30 minutes of thinking Pedro finally got tired and went to sleep…
In the short story "Mexico," the author Sandra Cisneros uses very long, detailed sentences as a form of syntax, which is the arrangement of words and phrases to create well-formed sentences in a language, and uses descriptive words to set the mood, theme, and setting of her short story, which is called diction. Cisneros' style and usage of syntax and diction are critical elements to the short story.…
I came to the United States from Colombia when I was just 3 years old. I was brought into the country of bright opportunities because like every other parent, my mother and father wanted what was best for me. My mother had to give up her dream job in Colombia, which was being an accountant for an essentially important company, in order to facilitate my well-being and open up the doors for my future. As the years progressed, I began to acquire both languages, English and Spanish, but there was a point where I became tongue tied and had to assist in speech therapy. My parents would talk to me in Spanish at home but in school all I would hear was English, my mind was extremely confused to the point that I made my own language by using both tongues in one sentence.…
It was Monday, May 30th, 2011. My family was driving home from a hotel we were staying at in Virginia, after going to Kings Dominion for my birthday day the day before. On the way home, we stopped at a Cracker Barrel for breakfast. During our meal, we got a call from my aunt telling us that my uncle, my mother’s brother, was in the hospital. Only a few days before he had moved back to Guatemala without saying goodbye to me. Once we were back on the road, my mother continued to get phone calls updating us about what was happening down there, as each call came through we all became more and more anxious wait for the answer. Then it came it just wasn't the answer we were hoping for, my mother began pushing on the walls of the car as if they were…
I would like to say I know Spanish, after four years of studying in high school and multiple trips to South and Central America, yet it seems every time I leave the States, I find myself in a frantic struggle to process the words I know and figure out the meanings of the ones I do not. Sometimes this simply means missing out on a few insignificant details, other times it can seriously complicate life.…
In what ways do modern peoples in Mexico seek to link the past with the present? Why would people want to identify with the past? Be specific.…
With my heart beating out of my chest, the only thing I could think of was that I did not want to die in Mexico. It was a warm sunny day as we started our ATV adventure outside of the comforts and security of the resort walls. There were 6 of us and we planned to take turns driving. When it was our turn, we could go anywhere we could get the machine. The rental guy was nice enough to loan us his personal iPod, as the machine had a stereo. The iPod was filled with Mexican music of all sorts. How fitting, we realized. What would a Mexican adventure be without the music?…
I am Mexican in the 21st century. Many who just look at me couldn’t tell you so. Being Mexican is a part of me cast aside by others, as if my culture, my very essence, is a pebble among stones.…
Imagine starting a race twenty minutes after the other participant, this gives them a head start hence lowering your chances to vanquish your opponents in the race. This example applies to real-life issues like the people born in high and stable economic situations. Their probability to succeed in life is higher than those indigenous from third-world countries. Panama faces this problem and I have no doubt a change can be achieved and I can be the one who does it because everyone deserves the chance to succeed if they try hard. During last year, I had the chance to be elected as coach and teach a group of teenage boys, the fundamentals of soccer; what I did not realize was that this experience was going to change me completely.…
The place I grew up in could be considered above average. I had my friends that I would see every day and my family back at home. However, everything that any of us did would be over the top in every way possible. This became especially evident when my family and I would begin to plan a party or travel, this improvement of activities would be known as the “Mexican Way”. To be more specific, my family and I turned a normal New Year’s Eve party into a colorful and explosive fiesta. At first it seemed normal, we bought all the fireworks, started getting all the food ready for the party, and all my cousins and uncles started to arrive at my house; but as soon as it got dark everything started to get out of hand. As the first bottle rockets went…
Me and Roberto are hauled into a Border Patrol van and drive to the immigration headquarters. Me…
Haven’t you ever wondered how it feels to be discriminated or what goes through their mind? Well it has happened to me many times, and as well to those who are like me. Every time someone saw me they would assume what I was. I felt like I wasn’t what I was. I now know that I am who I was meant to be.…
Growing up I excelled in every educational aspect of school. However the stereotype for someone of my skin color did not allow for me to be both Mexican and smart. My Hispanic peers began to exclude me; the most common way they did that was by taking away my identity as a Mexican. I heard “Diego you white” an uncountable number of times throughout my schooling. I noticed that my grades and vocabulary would trigger that comment so I began to change the way I acted in order to fit in. It was not until recently that I realized the fault in changing and found a peaceful merge between the two speech communities.…
“Come on boog we need to go and pick up Granny” “Ok” I say to my Grandma. “Ok Grandma I’m good now, do we have everything “? “Yes we do have everything we have the close the food and the drinks too” said my Grandma . We drove to my Granny’s house, it does not take so long it is alony like 20 minutes to get there. Then we were there and we seen my Granny waiting by her steps and me and my Grandma lafit at her because whenever we go and pick her up she is always by the front steps waiting for us. Then my Granny got in the car but I did get in the back set so she could sit in the front and now it’s time to go and get my Aunty Rithy in Colorado Springs. I would have fallen asleep but I was too excited because it was my first…