My elementary years were good. I grew up in Chihuahua, Mexico and attended school there until seventh grade. My school was relaxed but the teachers were strict with discipline. Our school was very small compared to the schools here. I lived in a small town so the school did not have many students. Everyone knew each other. It felt safe and comfortable in my elementary school. Although there were some kids that were picked on, it felt more like the way that siblings pick on each other, not like bullying. Everyone was included as part of the group. During my elementary years I used to be very interested in school and I had much more motivation and drive to do well. I looked forward to going to school every day. I remember being one of the top three in the class and I was always competing for the best scores in the class. I had a strong sense of culture and belonging from my school and community. We celebrated important festivals by marching through the town. We also learned cultural dances that we presented to the community.
Moving on to middle school and high school I lost that sense of community and belonging and some of my enthusiasm for education. When I was 13, my family moved to Door Country, WI. Here in the United States, I was not as motivated as I was in Mexico.
When my family and I moved here to the United States, I attended Gibraltar Middle School and High School in Fish Creek. I started school as an 8th grader. The climate and culture were obviously different from what I was used to in Mexico. It seemed like here we were on the clock most of the time. I could not be late to a class or I would be tardy and be in trouble. I was not used to that kind of schedule. Nobody could be in the hallways without a pass or arrive at a class late without a pass. The school time was different; I had to ride a bus to and from school. In Mexico I walked to school and in seventh grade the school hours were from 1:00 p.m. to 7:30 p.m. so we could have more time at home with our families.
Gibraltar School was not diverse at all. I was one of six Hispanic kids, including my siblings. It was a scary experience for me because I was new to the country and did not know the language and the culture.
My High school years were similar to my middle school year at Gibraltar. I had only a few good friends. Even though I could speak and understand the English language better, I still struggled with other kids and some teachers. I did experience some prejudice and discrimination during my middle and high school years here in the United States. It was a scary place for me. I did not feel one hundred percent safe. I used to get picked on and in one occasion I was involved in a fight with another student. I managed to graduate but high school was not a pleasant experience.
-Marco Olson Guillén