Personal Narrative: Crossing The Border

Today I’m going to be talking about my trip to Durango, Mexico. I live in Dacono, Colorado so the drive to Colorado to Durango takes two days. My grandparents and I, stay in Mexico for about two weeks and a half and we leave Friday morning like at 4:00am and we arrive to the border of El Paso, Texas like at 3:00pm. After we’ve arrived to Texas we make a pit stop to go use the restroom and to also eat because once we leave Texas and into Mexico, its going to be a long while before we get to eat and use the restroom again. Once we leave Texas and enter Mexico our second destination is Chihuahua, Mexico.

The drive from San Diego to the City of Children in Ensenada, Mexico is a long and beautiful. I am 15 years old, and I have never been to Mexico before. I am blissfully unaware of what I am about to experience. I am not taking a trip to Cancun, where everything is nice and beautiful, I am going to experience something completely different. Traveling with me are about 30 other high school students, and 10 chaperones.

I was born and raised in the southernmost past of Texas in a city named Brownsville where diversity is almost non-existent. Growing up in a city with one of the highest poverty rates was surprisingly not as much a struggle as you may think. My father had a decent job with a salary of around 48,000, but that number varies every year. He is the captain of a shrimp boat and has owned his very own boat a few times. For this reason, my father was frequently absent in my life and still is to this day.

Mexico has migration checkpoints with the nation not just at the borders. It does regularly patrol the most common immigration paths. The police and the army are at times utilized to ensure that migrants are deterred from continuing the journey to the United States. These forces weren’t there to ensure the safe passage of these people to the northern Mexican border. Also because of the situation of Mexican cities and towns, there is the need to prioritize issues and vices.

I used to have this grudges in my heart when everything go hard that would made me wanted to blame my parent. But I can’t because I was not raise to think that way. When I come to America, I was eleven years old and no one asked me if I wanted to come it just happen in a second. I was in a cold place with extended family that I never met before and that one person who raise me and made me feel secure was still back in the country. I had to lived months without her and next thing you know I adapted and convince myself they are doing this because the wanted the best for me.

This would be my fourth time visiting Mexico. Crossing the border is the most nerve racking thing that you could do and I know from experience how dangerous it can be driving to your destination. It was the December the week before finals and my parents had planned on taking a trip to

Buzz, went the bell that signified the end of school, but more importantly the start of summer. The countdown had begun to my first vacation outside the country. I had just received my passport a few weeks earlier, guaranteeing this trip was on its way for my parents, sister, two friends and I. Final checking needed to be done to what seemed like never ending packing, plus all the pointless accessories that my mother gave me didn’t help. Packing however, turned out to be the easy part. Squeezing six people in a vehicle with a week's worth of luggage tops it all, especially at 12:30 in the morning for a three hour car ride.

Today, I insisted Drexel Central to change my citizenship status on my Degree Works. Now, it does say I 'm a citizen on Degree Works. I would really appreciate it if you could verify whether or not it reflected on SCDC as far as job searching goes. Please let me know as soon as possible that way I can take necessary actions until Saturday when the jobs posting goes live.

I heard about Cross Country. I felt like it requires the lot of work. I found my friend sitting with 2 other strangers, so I introduced myself to them. My friend's name is San. San was sitting right next to John and Jake.

The Move Across the Border Change is always occurring; from changes in hairstyle to changes in clothing styles. Change can happen anytime by choice or not. Sometimes change can be very good and other times not so good. In my personal situation the change was confusing and something that I never thought I would have to deal with. Change wasn’t significant until then.

Men, women and children all save their money for years in order to pay off the “coyote”, one who will help them make their journey across the U.S/Mexican Border. To make this journey, they have to be prepared and ready to encounter anyone or anything that could possibly happen to them. Every immigrant traveling will encounter a dangerous situation as they are traveling. No one can predict what may happen on this journey but one can only think of the possibilities. Many immigrants preparing to take this journey realize it will not be easy and it will be a life changing event.

A plane to Mexico City, another to Oaxaca, and a six hour car ride had lead us here. My mom, my sister, my nanny, and me, driving through the winding back roads of the Sierra Madre del Sur mountain range. As the car glided down a skinny road hugging the mountainside like a python wrapping around its prey, I could see my sisters face slowly get more and more pale. The winding curves slowly rocking me into a trance, only to be scared into reality as other cars came the opposite way on this tiny one way road. I could feel my stomach squeeze up like a raisin as our driver would maneuver the car onto the side of the mountain, allowing the others to pass.

After entering, we had visited Jose Antonio memorial. After seeing the Border Wall from where he was shot down, without a doubt, I believe that Jose Antonio was wrongful taken from this world, and it is because of the U.S. failure to realize the consequence of their action. We then took a bus to HEPCA, which is an organization that aims to help the children of Nogales. Even though, I did not speak Spanish, I could really feel the emotion, and deicationt he speaker was portraying.

My brother has just told me that he is having a party. Looking very confused, I really don 't know what the party was about but I just didn 't Bother to care. My brother Miguel and I had a very strange Relationship.

Defining an individual notion is denoting its differences form other ideas and situations. When Robert Frost wrote “A Road Not Taken,” he uses a simple metaphor between life and a road in a very relatable manner. In the highway of life, we all venture down the road until a fork appears, and we are left to make a decision. Whether it is a yes or no, left or right, or right and wrong, this process separates us, and does so until only one person remains on a road. Our lives are judged on our position on this road, and my choice of playing golf “has made all the difference.”