If there is one thing you need to know about me is that growing up was very different from the way kids grow up in this country.
Back home this is all I knew and grew up hating it. Lets start with the most painful memories:
School: I attended an all girl school during the elementary school years. The school was funded by some Israeli people and we used to get visits from the Ambassador and it was all very weird. My first grade teacher was super nice but then my mom decided to change teachers and I didn't like it, but the new teacher turned out to be really good and I learned to love her,
Graduation day (6th grade) Maestra Orfelindabut she was very strict. All the teachers seemed to be mean and had very strange ideas on how to deal with misbehaved kids. If you talk in class you have to chew on a corn cob, if you do more than that then you pick up you desk over you head and stay like that for an hour. You only get to go to the bathroom during recess and not during class (that is why I peed on myself one day... so embarrassing). One day I was sick and didn't want to go to PE, the teacher noticed my absence and looked for me, found me and punished me by hitting me with his metal whistle, I was so hurt by it and told my mom and the next day she came to the school to complain about it and said if it happened again she was going to sue the school or something... I never got in trouble with that teacher again. They had a Catholic class at the school and made us all sit there and listen to a catholic teacher, I was raised to respect all religions, but also wanted people to respect mine, I asked them to let me skip the class, but they wouldn't. I just sat there and learned their songs (which I still remember by the way). After 6Th grade I went to a Bilingual private school "Saint Francis", it was a scary experience since there were boys and I didn't know how to talk to boys.
End of 7th grade, my cousin Sabrina and meThe school was new and there were only 7 kids in my class. I took English for the first time and I hated it. The English teacher spoke in English all the time and I had no idea what she was saying, I had to learn how to say "may I go to the bathroom" very quickly. The English classes were hard but I am grateful for it now, we took Spelling, Grammar, Literature and we also took French. After 9Th grade you get to choose a career. I chose to be an accountant, so for the next three years I devoted myself to study really hard and did internships 3 years in a row, that meant work full time during our school brake in November and no pay, but I did learn a lot. I worked for Chiclets Adams all three years, the last year was the hardest because I had to do it for 2 months, again no pay and a full time schedule. I went to an all girl school again
Last week at school with my entire class, except my best friend who got really sickand wore a horrible uniform (private or public school make you wear uniforms), there were 8 young ladies in my class and only 3 of us graduated (
sooo not fair). The principal was a psycho.
Happy day, my brother Nefi, my mom and brother AbinadiAfter school I worked at our family company and went to the university part time, but then had to look for a full time job to help the family, so that was that. No more school for me since then and I miss it :(
Being in an all girl school I had no dances to go to, no prom, no boyfriend... no fun :(
CHURCH: Church was my life and I loved being in the Young Women program, my family and I were less active for 2 years and when we came back I was already 13 and felt out of place at the beginning but after a while the church people became like my family and that was all I wanted to do. I loved seminary and was very good at the scripture search meetings, I was the champion for the whole Stake and went to the
regionals which was a very big deal. I ended up in 4Th place but my stake was very proud of me. Dances at the church were so much fun and I even went to a couple of Young Adults dances with my Young Women president (who was my best friend).
My friend Sandra and her pregnant belly, she was like my sister.My mom was always there with me, which was fine but when the boys want to ask you to dance and your mom is sitting right by you, doesn't really work and they stay away. That happened many many times... that being said lets move on to DATING!!!
DATING: Not much of that going on really :) I didn't date because I was not allowed, my Mom thought somehow that being the only girl I was going to mess up my life by having a boyfriend or just friends that were boys, so I was not allowed to talk to any boys at all. As soon as I was seen talking to somebody I was going to be reprimanded right there on the spot. It was so embarrassing and frustrating... did I like any boys? Of course I did, I was a young woman and there were a lot of guys that I was interested in, but I had to obey my mother's wishes and didn't do anything about it. My mom didn't know about the boys I liked and she even thought that I didn't like anybody. I finally met somebody at age 17, my first boyfriend. I now understand why my mom let me go out with him, he was in the NAVY and was in Guatemala for a couple of weeks and then he left... yes my 1st boyfriend was a long distance relationship. The whole thing was a joke really, he was younger than me, he didn't really go to church that much and after he left we wrote for a couple of months and then I broke up with him. Two years later he came back and we saw each other again, this time he proposed to me, but I said no. By this time I had already met Dan and I think he was the reason I didn't want to marry him. My boyfriend left and a couple of months later and I broke it off for good.
My skinny ex boyfriend, I was 20 at the timeBOYS THAT LIKED ME: It is kind of funny to think about this because I didn't date much but there were a lot of guys who wanted to date me. I wasn't really interested in them but for some reason they were obsessed with me. There was a guy who I know since I was little girl who had a crush on me since I was 16, he went on his mission, came back with the hope of marrying me and I turned him down like 3 times. He stated that he had a revelation and I was to be his wife... poor guy. He now is married and we keep in touch and laugh about the old days :) There was another guy who I thought I liked but after realizing I didn't it told him to leave me alone, he went on his mission, he came back and was after my little bones for years, I also turned him down like 3 times, even in the middle of the dance floor and after that I was known as the lady who left guys dancing by themselves on the dance floor . There was a missionary who just before he finished his mission was looking for a wife (I was 16), I guess he just wanted a Guatemalan girl, obviously that was not going to happen.
BEING A GIRL: In my culture it is so sad to see the injustice of being a girl. The "macho" traditions have been around for centuries and I was SO LUCKY to experience it. I am sure that my brothers don't think it was unfair since they didn't have to be the ones doing all the housework. From a very young age I remember how we girls needed to grow up to be a good wife so we were taught how to clean, how to do laundry (by hand), how to cook and take care of the boys. Meanwhile the boys played, played and played, didn't move a finger and it was so not fear. I don't mind learning how to be a good wife but the boys also need to learn how to do everything we do.
So I guess that growing up I hated my life, thought that my mom was so unfair and everything was horrible. I don't really think that way anymore, sure I wish that I could have had the experiences that were stolen from me. The opportunity to go out with friends after school, date a little, but then again maybe my life would have turned out a totally different way and I love my life now. I am grateful to my mom for the things that she taught me and I can take what I learned and teach that to my kids but one thing is for sure no MACHO business around here :)