Small intro

so back in here writing to the beautiful public
 so when i came to this country it was a bit of culture shock for me since i didn't know the language or the culture, i remember sitting in class and copying everything word for word even though i didn't know what they were saying. on the Header it said
Annex                                                                   date
Name                                                                    class
 guess what i wrote that but since i was copying from the board and a friend instead of putting my name i put his. how funny is that.
i remember my teacher telling me to put mine, i didn't understand her but since she pointed at his name and said mine i knew to replace it with mine. i hated to have to go thru that.
teacher would assign homework and guess what i didn't do it. my parents would ask if i got homework and i would say no since i didn't know what homework meant after all she didn't say Tarea(homework)  so it was not until 2 weeks that i got a letter home and my parents found out i didn't understand that they realized i was just copying everything from the board and not know what i was writing.
 funny now that i think about it but i know it was stressful for my teachers, and parents, and honestly not so much for me, i kind of didn't care for school. seven year old not wanting to go to school, what a surprise.
 then someone had the great idea of switching me to a ESL class, English as your second language, and boom i was in a Spanish  speaking  class with Ms Perez. she challenged me to learn and read i think her passion for teaching and reading was transferred on to me because if it was not for her i wouldn't be writing this.

Ms Perez and Ms Linares were great, at telling on me with my mom when i didn't listen or didn't do work or acted up, but i started to like school, hated to sit there all day but the wonders that books bring are amazing and so i began to read and learned to love writing. i have to fast forward to graduating High school. i still dislike school but still love these two  things.

so second grade transformed me into a small bookworm. but i could not be contained to a seat. third grade was Mrs Cathcart, great lady forth grade i can't remember, and fifth Mrs Gerstien. i'm missing an h in her name don't know where
teacher by day EMT by night. if i ever so a strong woman she was it. hate to see her upset.
middle school was great, went to HS at JFK in the bronx, but that is a chapter for next time. this is not a bio it is merely an intro but questions and comments are welcomed.

Me

blogging! so I'm new to blogging and please excuse my inexperience. I hope you guys are able to give me some pointers and advice as I embark on this Journey.

I will be blogging about anything Mexican, about my community, responding to questions. and anything that comes up.

small intro about my self is I was born in Mexico and came to the United States in 1991. for me it has been an adventure to live life. I remember Mexico and situations that I lived thru some very fun and some not so fun, but thru it all I have had great parents and great guides that I have met in my life. I want to thank all of these people because with out them I would not be the person I am today.

so who am I? I am a Mexican man who is very passionate about my culture. because I have seen many misrepresentations like Tex Mex food, and some people being racist because they are afraid of what they are not familiar with.
the world now, is sooo small with smart phones and Internet and social media, that there is no room anymore for ignorance. everyone is able to see many different versions of the truth and this is my version of it. and That is who I am. I will do my best to portray my culture, my heritage, my dreams. I know some of you will disagree with some sfuff I blog about I apologize with anticipation for that but I want to introduce you the best way I can to my thoughts. My father would say we are Warriors on a literal sense.

growing up in Mexico I remember as many do being poor, but I also remember being free. life brings many restrictions and I don't know if its because of growing up or if its because of moving from one country to the next, or what it could be, but I am free because of what I do.

at times I'm afraid I might bore you, here we go.

like any other race we face difficulties in our lives, there are does lazy people who give everyone a bad name, there are those drunks who make us all look like alcoholics, but I own a restaurant and to me there are those restaurants that serve Tex mex food. and there are ones like mine that serve traditional Mexican food. thank you so much for reading and we will continue where we left off. next time thanks