my story...tell me what you think...

Well my single mother brought me to the usa back in 1994
In november .im now 26 yrs old,i was 8 yrs old
Now a father .of 3 kids and wife..
this is my story
when I ,arrived to chicago .I was taken to the local clinic,because my mother had lost my vaccines booklet,so as you can imagine i got about 8 shots ,in order to start school (3rd grade),
Which by mistake ,i was placed on a regular program,at another school on the southside (morton elementary).

I would be at the corner of my local school at 6:30 am ,waiting for the yellow school bus ,to be taken to morton to start at 7:15 am.
By the way it was about 3 of us mexican lil boys on a non spanish speaking classroom.
everybody spoke english which,i didnt understand,and felt confused and not wanting to go,to school anymore.

I made a really good friend in that bus.i called him pollo.
We use to collect power rangers ,and basketball cards.
which tge other kids will steal from us,and we didnt know how to tell the bus driver or security because of tge language barrier.
One day of tge many we just had enough ,and fought back ,one of tge kids took my friends power rangers cards,the white ranger (tommy) ,so my friend got pissed and started struggling w the other kid,more kids started getting involved,so i felt i should do something and got involved in a fist fight w them.
In which we got suspended for 1 day ,because again the language barrier,the other kids told they re story .first and clear ,our english was broken and sometimes not understandable..
(Most of the latino kids (which came from other schools on a bus) .where "impresed" because we stood up ,to the african american kids on the bus.and started befriending us.

4th grade i was accepted to my local school .
My english was a lil better ,and with my neighbors on my class,I felt more comfortable..
after school will play marbles and soccer.
My mother was hardly ever around.(she would work from 3:30pm to 12:30 am)
so by the time I got home ,she was already leaving,and when she got home ,I was already sleeping .same thing in the morning .she will be sleeping ,and just leave my clothes ready for school.
I kinda would feel anger .but now,I know how hard is to be a parent,and be tge main provider for a family..

(I wrote this on my lunch break..on my phone.will continue tomorrow)

Ok..
I will keep on.. w my story.if u guys think its boring .let me know ..
This is the first time i write and im starting to like it..so excuse my grammar ,


I never thought of my self different ,for being an inmigrant.
Theres was no such thing as that among us, the kids on the neighborhood..
We used to gather in front of my house to play marbles and soccer.
At times i would stay by myself ,playing outside,because my friends mother's will often come out ,to call them to go eat or do homework.
I never had nobody to call me inside the house to do chores or homework,or to eat...since there was nobody home.evrybody was working.
So most of the day..ill be outside playing all day..

One day.we where playing soccer ..
My neaighbor david,brought his new soccer ball,
We where playing like any other day ,when one of the kids from the other side of my school,took the ball
And refused to give it back..so my friend pushed him and
Took the ball by force from him,
The lil boy ran back home,crying .
5 min later his big brother comes back w him
,the kid still crying .he grabs my friend david ,and holds him by his arms,and tells his lil brother to punch david..
Than davids big brother comes out .to defend david and a fight starts,

This was the beginning of the end ,for a few of us on the block (some are locked up,and a few of them in heaven...this became a big grudge .they where high schoolers ,so theyre friends will start fights,with davids big brothers,friends .in high school..

And we will start fighting w the other kids ,on the other side of the block.will take each other soccer balls,toys,marbles,and bikes,

These grudge grew till we went to middle school.by the time I realized.I was between a gang grudge,that started because of a soccer ball.
So my english was better ,as i thought.
Most of the words,I knew where bad words and slang.
Since most of the day ,I was out w no supervision of any adult.
I was always out.so trouble always came to me.

When i was in middle school 7th grade.I was introduced to alcohol,on small gatherings ,w the kids from school and the nieghborhood,the older brothers of my classmates ,would buy us pizza and beer,and again I was never labeled as an immigrant.
I was just part of the crew..
Everything was normal to my appearance (concerning immigration status.)i did not need a state ID,or ss# to attend school,or play at the gym,or to join the school soccer team...

Reality really hit me,when i was in high school.
When i had drivers ed..i passed the test..
But found out i couldnt get a driving permit...
That wad heart breaking.....
Since i couldnt walk to school..the guys from the other side of the neighborhood had cars.and kept harrasing us...

I could relate, I remember being picked on as well and stood up to the ass hole who was picking on me and I kicked his ass, he never bothered me again. 2 black kids would mess with me too I whopped their ass in the bathroom and slammed one on the piss filled floor.. I never got involved in any alcohol or anything bad, just when I was in grade school defending myself from bullies, I always made sure to stay out of trouble and stay away from the bad kids.

I think your struggles growing up will help you be a better parent. I think your english is pretty good. Your family should be proud. Hopefully you have a good relationship with your mom. Til your next lunch break.

Thanks ..for your ,input
I didnt have a chance to write ,yesterday..as my lunch break is short..

Well HIgh school..was the worst and best of my life,ill explain... ,
So in high school ,I was already labeled ,the older guys that didnt like my neighbors ,had alreafy confronted me,on middle school.

I Couldnt get a drivers license ,the only way for me ,to get to school was the bus, car,or walking ,walking would mean getting chased and whooped by the rivals of my friends (which,I later realized where my enemies,) just because I grew "In the wrong neighborhood" its weird how people ,in that cycle of life ,get their minds twisted,
I remember a older guy saying,to the otger guys while we where playing marbles,,shoot anybody,even the shorty"s (kids)
because they re the future gang rivals,of that neighborhood..
So crazy and stupid..

Well guess what.since I couldnt leddaly drive ,or safely walk.
I was offered a ride ,from the guys from the neighborhood..
I thought it was nice,,no more walking being afraid of getting jumped or even shot.
no more waiting for the bus for like 20 min at the stop.
And when it finally got there ,it was so full,that you etheir wait for the next bus..
Or being cramped on that bus..

That came w a big cost....
i would of rather walk and taken that bus everyday..if I had that choice ...

Since I was riding w tge guys ,everybody in school tought ,IWas one of them,so when they got chased on their car,and they get out of the car to fight ,i would stay in the car,,
which at a later time ,I was confronted of why didnt I help them.
When they where helping me w a ride
Or if anybody messed w me,I could always go to them..

I believed it...I was a fool...

I ll continue my story .....on my lunch break..

Were you an only child?

Yes..I have 3 half brothers and 1 half sister..w my mom
And like 5 more w my dad..
So basically yes only child w my mom and dad.
Which by tge way my mom,left mexico running away from poverty and alleged,abused of my dad..
My half brothers help us get here..
which by tge way .
I didnt get to discuss on my story..they never like me as a brother when I was younger,,,since my mom was away working,
My older brother,would mistreat me,
And play fkd up pranks on me..like locking my bedroom door from the outside and not letting me come out .so i wouldnt go to school and than accuse me,of missing school ,w my mother..
Or tying me up to a tree and telling tge otger kids to punch me,in my body not face ,cuz my mom would notice,,,
I kinda got accostumed to being hit,by him.
That when it came to point to fight ,it eouldnt hurt as much..
On a side note( I would take out my frustrations on my opponent)

Oh daing. Well then what happen in high school? Did u graduate? Is that where you met your wife?

I will continue .my story on lunch break...
Alcohol,gangs,tattoos,friends who where not friends anymore,love..schools jobs,and police involved..
will be the next chapter for me in high school..
By the way im located in the northside of chicago...

Happyman...yes ,sometimes theres no choice,and you have to push back...or else you will be cornered,and the outcome may not be just a a fist fight..thats why theres so much problems w bullying now days..
Butterfly nans and happyman..thanks for your input
Let me know if this is boring or stupid......

Not boring nor stupid..
Its your story never think that
North side? So now your balling??
This is why i would want to be a counselor/social worker sometimes... There's just so many like you/me/him/her that just need to be heard; and if possible guided towards better choices, directions, decisions.