First Impression of The New World

Even though I have been living in New Haven for more than three years I have only been in Yale buildings a couple of times. I have often seem those beautiful gardens and the amazing architecture. It appears to be a different city. Even though New Haven has beautiful parks and beaches, Yale is magnificent. I always wondered what kind of people were inside the buildings Many times I have seen people in the streets of downtown, crossing the streets in a hurry and I asked myself if this people always had somewhere to go and something to do. Yale seems to me something so mysterious that it feels even magical. It also feels asif everybody always has something to do and it motivates me to work even harder than I had planned. I grew up in a third world county. Even to get a basic education was pretty difficult and to have a higher education was just a dream of all the young people. I truly believe that this is a country of opportunities. Being in a Yale Program means a lot to me because it reminds me that it is possible for me to move forward to a higher education and to be able to have a better future. While Mr. Gibbons was giving me the tour through the different areas that we were going to be in, I was hysterically excited, but at the same time I was scared of not being able to fit into the group. I actually regret the fact of being scared because once the program started I knew everything was going to be okay. Everyone was really friendly and kind. Since that moment I knew I was going to love the program.

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Part of my Being

When I was six years old, my mother left me in Mexico to pursue the American Dream. This story affected my life as a women, as a kid and as a human being. My mother was everything to me because she had divorced my father when I was three. I was about to turn seven years when the most important person in my life had to move away from me. She had worked as hard as she could in Mexico to support me and my two brothers. When I was four we moved to another city to start from the beginning. We moved to a big house, to a horrid and murky house where we tried to make a home. My mom started working long hours in two different jobs. The work absorbed all her time that we needed a nanny. We survived for three years living with the ghost of my mother because she was never really there, but she was being the best mother she could. But she finally reached the point of exhaustion, working long hours and not having enough money to support her three children, so she decided to mo

Born Girl

There are a lot of things that make me, me - Lluvia. There is for example why I don’t believe in religion, or why I think my mother is the strongest woman in the world, or being raised a female in a third world patriarchal country. But I decided to write this essay on how I became a woman. 31 ½ inches - breasts too small. Instead of focusing on my point of view; on what I think, they look at my breasts. At twelve they are already starting to judge me for the way I look. My mind, a powerful loaded gun, but instead of bullets it is full of ideas that yearn to be expressed. But no - I have to be quiet, I have look nice, women are supposed to look good and smile - that’s it. 28 inches - not thin enough. Your waist has to be as thin and delicate as a tuberose rod. My ability is underestimated even when I try my best. I’m judged because if they consider me thin enough it is also bad because that mean I’m weak. And if I am not consider thin enough I have a horrible body. 32 ½ inches - my

Glass Castle/ Family Castle

Everyone experiences childhood in different ways, some of us have to learn that life is tough from the age of three and others have a beautiful beginning of life in a lovely family. In the poem “The Family Castle” by Nancy Rakovszky and the book “The Glass Castle” by Jeannette Walls that contrast is painfully evident. The two pieces have one thing in common - childhood. Yet all else seems different. These are two very different ways a mother takes care of her child and how she provides for her child’s needs. Both Jeannette Wall’s mother and Nancy Rakovszky represent a mother figure, but the former has no maternal instinct whatsoever while the latter is as fierce as a mother bear. Nancy Rakovszky is a strong mother who looks forward to raising her child and giving her best, “Our castle stands atop the hills, and offers strength of spirit, place your hand little one unto mine, and I shall lead you to it.” Rakovszky from the beginning of the poem imposes the protective view of

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