Home at last

Yesterday I finally got home from deepest, darkest, Wisconsin and I realized how fun it was to get away from all your worries and problems for a few days. Then I actually wished to be back there again with a couple of my friends, great food by the way is all you can eat for one fix price I did not realized how much I could eat until I got to Wisconsin it turns out I can eat quite a bit. Anyway I missed not having to worry about school and just having fun even though it was three Benjamins, but I actually had fun or at least I think I had fun. Then I woke up and realized that this fantasy world I want to live in does not yet exist and that this dream of mine of not having to worry about everything would soon be over because eventually I was going to run out of money. When I got home I realized that I had spend 70 dollars out of about 150 that I took with me and the worst part is that I do not even know when, what, or how I spend so much money in about five days. Oh well it is gone now all that is left are the very expensive memories, but I am glad to be back in the hood Oak Cliff, home sweet home. I missed the action over here over there is all quiet and nice it seems like they live in a perfect world. It is like the people I talk to over there have everything figured out and by the way no offense, but most of them are rich white people who get everything from their parents they are really boring over there their neibhorhood from stories they told me is quiet most of the time and most of them already have their own car and they got their life all figured out, it seems like their biggest problem is to keep an image their parents can be proud of. That is why I am proud of my cultural heritage and social status we might have more problems, but the same problems give us the experience needed to succeed in life! They also keep life interesting at all times and remind us that we should be proud of being considered a whole bunch of poor Mexicans and few black and white people that go to my school because this way we can actually say we earned what we got and that it was not just given to us, we are not born with a silver spoon in our mouths, but what we are born with is a great tradition of hardwork and pride that we must use to our advantage!

Be proud of your culture and heritage do not let anyone make you feel inferior because of where you come from, the color of your skin, or your social status because in the end the only person that is getting affected by this is you and if you let this kinds of people get to you in a way you are letting them win and giving them the more reasons to put you down. Instead take pride in your culture and when you do beat the odds is going to make it that much sweeter when you realized where you came from and all the things you had to do to get through the road of success, but it the end it will make it all worthwhile!