Before I begin, I would like to introduce myself. I am Ivelis Hernandez, an 18-year-old former student at Keiser University pursuing a degree in Crime Scene Investigation. I am half Cuban, half Mexican, and a first-generation American thanks to my parents.
My parents have given me the one thing I could not receive in their homeland. I had been given an opportunity, more specifically, I got the chance to pursue higher education and live a better life in the US than I would have had in my home country.
I was lucky enough to be born in the USA since if I had migrated from elsewhere, such as my parents, I would have been coming into a completely new culture, language, and way of living. For example, my mom, at the ripe age of 17, made her way to the US. It was a very young age when she was left to be on her own and she was just a few months pregnant with my older brother. It was very stressful especially since she had no family to take her in.
From the few stories she had told me, I can picture how much of an outsider she must have felt. Before I further explain, I would like to mention how bad it was in Mexico. Mexico has always struggled with the challenges of the Cartel and human trafficking, something that made my mother question her safety. She was scared to be a target, and she had to think fast.
On top of that, she carried the burden of living in a household of 12 people, including her. It was too many mouths to feed and care for at the time, so to add one more person to the bunch would make matters worse. She was already struggling to have food in her stomach, and if it were not for my grandparent's hard labor on their farm, my mother would not have had food on the table. Not to mention, my grandparents already struggle with buying my mother and her siblings any clothes, hygiene products, and supplies for school. These factors are what led my mother to take the final step to travel to the Americas, the land of the free and the land of opportunity.
As mentioned before, she left her homeland, Mexico, at 17, and at this time, she had yet to finish high school. Her inability to speak English made it hard to communicate, and others did not make it easier. She told me how she struggled to assimilate into American culture without losing her own as it was the only thing she had from back home. After some time, she managed to find herself a job working at a skate factory where she met my father.
My dad, a Cuban refugee, was fortunate enough to travel with my grandparents and his two siblings. They were fleeing from political problems and made a home in Miami where they switched from one job to another. Their stories of when they were in Cuba were similar to my mother's but not fully. My dad worked night and day studying for school to the point he stressed himself out and started pulling chunks of his hair out. Not only that, but he also stressed over ways to get to school. If anyone has gone or lived in Cuba before, they know it is hard to find transport that will take you to and from school.
There was more than just a lack of transport though. My father dealt with a lack of income, and with the lack of income comes a lack of food. Back then, their current president took most of the hard-working Cuban's money out of greed. This greed caused many to be in poverty, way more than they already were. There was already a lack of groceries, whether it was food, clothes, and medication, they did not have much or any at all. Now with the president's greed, it only made things worse as not having enough money meant not enough to pay for anything.
I will admit, their life was not easy. However, they did fight for a better one. I appreciate them, and this appreciation pushed me to work hard, especially in school. I have the opportunities they did not. I had a diversity of school supplies and careers to study. In their homeland, they only had a few careers that in the end, no matter which one you study, you will not get paid very well. If it were not for them, I would not be where I am today with the broad access to education, books, food, clothes, medication, and the access to a ceiling over my head.
Living in Florida has given me this access to high-quality education, and I have utilized it and will keep utilizing it to the best of my ability. I did several extracurricular activities like being on the Swim team, being in the National Honor Society, and being very involved with my community. I have earned several awards due to my dedication to my education, and I was allowed to knock out some college credits in the process. I also developed my passion for Crime scene investigation along the way due to the access to a criminal justice academy, something neither Cuba nor Mexico had. This program prepared me for the classes I am currently taking at Keiser University in West Palm Beach, Florida. With that being said, I will be the first girl and the first in my family to receive a bachelor’s degree in Crime Scene Investigation, which is an amazing moment for my family and me.
It is due to all of their hard work that I am where I am now. A bilingual, university student who is an active participant in her community, never had food or home missing and was provided with what she needed even though her parents were struggling to make ends meet.