Personal Narrative: Andalugia

I was born in Colombia, South America and lived there until I turned seven. Before I moved to the states, I attended a public school and was on the competitive swim team for my school. I earned many awards the year and a half I swam for my school. I took pride in competing with girls three to four years older than me. I also remember how different things were there than they are here in the states.

And as it does, tremors begin to become apparent, shaking the entire chamber that we are in now. From that small crevice that opened up from the golden gate a strong beam of light appears from inside. The strength is massive and the heat, scorching. It burns me as if your body is being set aflame. " Ahhrgh, such power from just the light it emits."

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.

One beautiful day in summer two brothers Dom and Fred decide to go out to Fred's cabin out in the middle of nowhere. When they get there it seems that someone had been living there and abounded the cabin. That's when the two boys decide to go into town to get equipment to fix up the place. They grab a tent and camping supplies also because the cabin is in no shape to sleep in. They start heading out to the cabin and they clear and spot for their equipment and a place for a tent.

My men had been questioning my about why I ordered all the materials off of them. They reluctantly did as they ,. The fire blazed! Brilliant colour of red and orange filled the night.

He nods and we army crawl until we get to the rocky road, then we sprint to behind the chapel. We are out of breath but then we saw a dark shape moving towards us. We just thought it was another smuggler, so I say, “Find Jonathan yet?” Then he turns on a red light and our expressions change from casual to

“She accidently took a ship to Europe, so we’re trying to find her.” The man studied the picture. He shakes his head. “Sorry, I have not. Although, a ship to France is setting sail at the harbor in close to an hour.

I had no other place to head as I had no idea where I was at so I began to head towards the pyramid. After I arrived to the pyramid after the long walk through the sand I had recognized the pyramid. It was one of the great Egyptian pyramids. Behind the pyramid just a little further down was the famous sphinx statute.

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.

My heart was briskly pumping. I have never been this fearful and apprehensive for anything in my life. The event that would transform my life forever was happening. This was the day I was going to move out of Florida When I was informed of the news at the beginning of the summer, I was unsure on how to react.

Never have I taken my culture into consideration, but I would more than likely classify my culture as Latino/Hispanic. For starters, I was born in a lovely place called Chihuahua, Mexico. This place is the reason I consider myself a Latino. Why is this my culture you ask? My whole daily lifestyle revolves around this Hispanic heritage.

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.

With my other hand I clicked the lighter to life. The hot flickering flame danced in front of my watery ocean blue eyes, which were long dulled by all the loss and pain they 've been through. My eyes fell

Flashback to my junior year. I sat quietly in my AP Lang class as my teacher, Mrs. Fisher, announced that the reading competition between the language arts classes called for the book count for September. She stood at the board, marker in hand, staring out expectantly at her large class. Hands shot up across the classroom, and my own nervous hand rose up to join them. Mrs. Fisher happily chalked up the small fortune of books that our class had read.

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.