I come from a long line of corn farmers from rural Mexico. Educational opportunities were limited and most children’s education ended at the elementary level. With not many choices in his homeland, my father made the brave choice of immigrating to the United States at the age of seventeen. He worked as a migrant farm worker and taught himself to read and write by reading the newspaper. He honed his skills so he could be able to write home and read letters from his sister. Every three years he would return home to visit, making the dangerous border crossing two more times. The third and final time he crossed the border he did it with his wife who happen to be seven months pregnant.
My mother comes from the same farm lands as my father. When she was fourteen she was given the choice to live in the city with an uncle to go to school. She had always dreamed of becoming a school teacher, but she couldn’t leave her parents. She was needed to help care for her nine brothers and sisters, so on the farm she stayed. She started dating my father the first time he returned to Mexico, and they communicated through letters since it would be years when they would see each other. At the age of twenty-seven they got married, and migrated to the United States.
People do it, but it’s hard raising a family as a migrate worker. So my father worked double shifts to afford a house in an area known for its school district. I graduated high school from that school district that same year my parents became United States citizens. It took me a while but I transferred from a “two-year” college to CSU Dominquez Hills, were I received a BA in history. Two years later I received my teaching credential from CSUDH (GO TOROS!!!). This is my second year at CRMA #4 and are excited to see how the rest of my life will pan out. My girlfriend Christine and my daughter Celeste are just as excited. I hope to instill the same importance of education in my daughter, the way my parents instilled it in me. “One with education is without fear and can open many doors.” -My Father