I immediately decided to accept the job, since I knew that I would help my mother by having the money to buy school supplies, pay the bills and invite her for at least a tacos. 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 verodas sus pensimientos torciendos cuerdas para pescar esa paloma de las alturas . Siglo trans siglo.” (pg. 152) After working the summer in the fields, I got a taste of what this poem was about. I remember working in the hot sun picking peaches and feeling the sweat dripping off my back. Once I entered eighth grade I heard from all my friends who had traveled around the country. However, I didn't feel bad as every blue collar job I took, I felt like it was my personal trainer to continue on the path of education. For some reason I couldn't wait to go to high school, since I know it's the last phase before college. Ever since I was little I always wanted to go to college to better myself. My mother always told me “I am the one who studies has the greatest opportunity to undertake less difficult work and work with your community”. During eighth grade I began to realize that math might be something I would love to do for the rest of my life, however I didn't know how I could use that passion to help my community. That is until I met one of the worst math teachers I've had in my education. Whenever I had questions, he always made me feel stupid. Until one day I went after school to ask him,