Experiences in School and Post-graduation
This book represents an ethnographic study of the experiences and counternarratives of twelve Latinx young adults. All of the participants in this study are first generation immigrants to the United States, representing different cultural and socioeconomic backgrounds and immigration statuses. Drawing from Latino Critical Theory (LatCrit) and Queers of Color Epistemologies as a theoretical framework, this book analyzes the personal experiences of Latinx during and after finishing high school. This book uses a classroom project (dialogue journals) to reconnect with twelve former English language learners (ELLs) from the Southeast after ten years. Through the use of dialogue journals as an English as a second language (ESL) strategy to support writing, the participants in this book document personal and communal experiences as Latinx immigrants in the United States. This book will represent an excellent asset for teachers, school administrators, counselors, staff, preservice teachers, practicing educators, graduate students, scholars, and policymakers.
Chapter Two (Im)migration Journey
From Honduras to the U.S.A.
First, I want to tell you how difficult it was to come from my country to here. I am going to write about my life on my way to get a better education and to meet my father. When I left my country, I was 13 years old. It was difficult and hard for me because while I was with my cousin back home, I felt so lonely. One of the most difficult things was to cross borders. I remember that at the first border, we hid from the cops in the forest. We found bad people on our way and a couple of them were good. The bad people just thought about money and the good people thought about helping us. When I passed the Guatemalan border, it was midnight. You could clearly hear the wolf howling. I was scared because I thought that I will die, but God was with me. He gave me the strength to tolerate all those stuffs. Sometimes, I wanted to back with my grandma. I prayed to God for my life. Sometimes I thought like a lot of people will never make it, and I would never be able to see my Dad. We stopped at a lot of places where poor people helped and sold food. Most of the times, I was on the train, that was terrible because it had a bad smell like if something was dying.
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