My parents have been working in the fields ever since they first arrived in California, years and years ago. Growing up, I watched as they left early in the morning to work and waited until the late evenings when they would return. Sometimes, I felt as if they were strangers because they were hardly home. As a girl I was confused about why they were so tired and exhausted. One day, during Spring Break of my junior year of high school, my parents decided to take me with them to the fields. They told me I would be joining them in the orange fields and I finally understood their pain, their endless tired eyes, and the extremely hard work they did to provide for my five siblings and I.In first grade I figured out what I wanted to do with my life. Although I was young, I dreamed of being a teacher and helping students the same way my first grade teacher helped me. English, not being my first language, was difficult for me. My teacher was patient and kind. She helped me learn and gave me confidence. So much confidence, that I was able to take AP English in high school. This teacher follwed me throughout my educational career, and continues to be a motivating factor in my life. Now, as a student at California State University, Fresno, I am studying how to be a teacher. I hope I can impact someone's life as much as my first grade teacher impacted mine, and inspire students everywhere to follow their dreams. If it weren't for my parents, my sibilings, and the loving people in my life, I would not be where I am today.