I immediately decided to accept this position, because I knew that I would help my mother by having money to buy my school supplies, pay small bills and invite her for menos a taco. Throughout the book Borderlands: La Frontera The New Mestiza by Gloria Anzaldúa, there is a poem that mentions: “Hincado, manos hinchadas sudor floreciendo en su cara su mirada en altas veredas sus pensemientos torciendo cuerdas para pescar esa Paloma de las alturas . Siglo tras siglo. "(page. 152) After working in the fields in the summer, I got a taste of what this poem was saying. I remember working in the hot sun, picking peaches and feeling the sweat pouring down my back. Once I got into 8th grade, I heard all my friends say they had traveled across the country. However, I didn't feel bad since for every laborer job I took, I felt like it was like my personal trainer continuing on the path of education. For some reason, I was looking forward to high school, because I know it's the last step before college. Ever since I was little, I always wanted to go to college to better myself. My mother always told me “my study is more opportune to get a job less possible and work with your community”. It was in eighth grade that I began to realize that math could be something I would love to do for the rest of my life, but I just didn't know how to use this passion to help my community. That was until I met one of my worst math teachers I had in my school career. Whenever I had questions, he always made me feel stupid. Until one day I went after school to ask her,