Though born in Los Angeles, I was raised by my grandmother in Monterrey, Mexico. When I came to the United States at the age of 7, it wasn’t just the language and culture that startled me. For the longest time, I struggled to reconcile the American systems of race, economics, and class. Had it not been for the help of many teachers and mentors, I would never have managed to overcome my confusion and problems with identity. I still wonder at how much control I was able to take over my future, simply because somebody cared enough to push me in the right direction.