Writing 321.01: Multimodal Writing in Public SPheres

I am from Baseball Cards and WWE wrestlers, where if you had John Cena, you were the cool guy during recess.

I am from a big town, where beaches are minutes away and the big apple is just a car ride away.

I am from Hispanic descents, where is you didn’t dance bachata or merengue, you were the odd one out.

I am from the smell of Spanish cooking every Sunday morning when I wake up after a long week of school and work.

I am from rice and beans, pernil and empanadas that grandma makes every weekend when my family comes over.

I am from red, white and blue, where freedom is as good as the American dream.

I am from taking care of my brother, whether it be driving him to school or cooking him dinner while my mother worked for the roof we live under.

I am from a place where people believe I come from wealth when in reality that isn’t the case.

1 am from moving trucks and new houses, because finding an affordable home in the same school district is as hard as finding a needle in a haystack.

I am from the name of a grandfather who I know is always watching me and is proud even though we never met.

I am from a single mother who’s possibly the strongest person I know. A mother who starts work at 7 in the morning and doesnt end until 6 at night and still has time to watch The Voice late at night. A mother who after a divorce, sending a child to school and preparing to send another one off to school, still smiles at the end of the day.

I am from the saying “Work hard every day to have more than what you have now.” That million-dollar home I see driving to work every day can be mine one day. With hard work, good work ethic and a strong mind, anything can be achieved if you want it to be.