Draft #1 of Literacy Narrative

A New Set of Cloth

 "ipsa scientia potestas est" ('knowledge itself is power') by Sir Francis Bacon. My story is not a happy one is more of a realistic one. I didn’t have a father to look up to, or to even follow his steps. I grew up in Mexico where I live with my siblings and mother, in a place where the sun did not shine. A place where water was scarce, and birds did not sing., Money was a big issue in our house, food was insufficient (we were poor). I did not have a passion for writing or reading, I never found interest in learning, questioning ideas and events never cross my mind. Everything was such a drag, "schools was not made for me" I though every day. My mother was the only person I trusted, she was the one who gave me a motive to walk such a harsh path. I remember every time I felt sick or depress she cheer me up, she tried her best on everything, and never gave up on us and our future, she was the one who care about my studies and the one who instilled them.

  I hated school, every single aspect of it, I just hated part of it is due to the fact that my childhood was not the best of all, it was a game of want and deny. My mother always told me to persuade education, she often used this quote " studies are your future, you must study to become someone in life" because that was her goal as a mother seeing their children grow and become someone. She was the only figure I look up to and the only one I feel deep respect for, to raise three kids was more than enough reason to respect her not only as a mother but also as a human being. She was the reason I learn to read and write, it was because of her that I began my studies, I wanted her to be proud of me to make her feel accomplish as a mother.  It was not the boring lectures that my teachers taught, it was not for me or my future it was for her, to make her happy was my goal. No matter what happened in my life she was the reason behind. My reason to do work, study, and to continue my education.

After a couple year my family made the decision of coming back to our country of origin U.S.A. since then we have been living in Brooklyn. During the first months of classes I found everything hard to understand, it was a whole new world, a new language, new faces, and a new set of cloth. As time pass my interest for studying was becoming smaller and smaller. I barely try to pass my classes but I did the necessary to pass them and continue studying. After a year and a half, I remember clearly how a friend of I ask me “are you hungry?” in a full sentence I said “no, I eat breakfast this morning thanks for asking” I was capable of understanding what he was saying, little by little I was learning the new language called English. The satisfaction I felt was new for me I had felt an enthusiasm for learning. My "career" as a student finally started after a long period, I started to enjoy new topic, and questioning everything. The feeling you get when you have a better and wider understanding in a certain topic than others, that feeling that you have an upper hand on people. Is a feeling that satisfies everyone who felt it before. I started to seek for knowledge because knowledge same as education open new paths. The idea of learning new information about anything in general kept me awake uncountable times. It was finally time for me to enjoy those “boring lectures”. 

No matter how many times I fail I keep aiming high, because no matter how hard I felt I was though to never give up. Education is part of what I am today and what I would become in a future. All thanks to my mother who had always being next to me to make me realize that theirs more in life to look for. You must seek for the peak of education in order for you to find knowledge. I thank my teachers for waking my interest in learning new material and for helping find another motive to study.