Sophomore year was one hell of a ride. A lot of ups and downs. This year was what I can say one of the most challenging years. Why you may ask? Because this was the year that my brother was born and this was also the year that I got hospitalized and was in and out of school. I would always try my best to get school work done and not stress my mom so much. I would get told at the hospital that I was so determined and even though I was going through a tough time I had hope. I would do homework at the hospital and do everything that was possible for me to get out as soon as possible. And having hope was one of my strengths. Not only for school but for life in general. One of my weaknesses was my health..literally. And this was the year that I realized some things had to change. A lot changed this year. I believe this was the year where I actually matured way more. I started seeing the good things and opportunities in life. If I would compare my 10 year plan to now. I believe I had low expectations for myself, but also sometimes high. I had really low expectations because I was still figuring out who i was and what I wanted to do with my life. Even at this point I don’t know what I really want to do. My 10 year plan summary changed so much. My family size, my education goals, personal goals, and many other things. But one thing that really changed was the way I communicated, and the way I thought, doing this plan kinda opened my eyes more to what some of the real life is. I had to work on budgeting and start thinking of what I wanted to do, I didn’t take it very seriously, i was 15/16. I thought I had a lifetime to figure out what I wanted to do but little did I know that the last two years would fly this quick. Some of my successes this year were being able to focus on myself and work on bettering myself. I needed that. I wasn’t focused on anyone else, it might sound selfish but I had to find part myself. And up to this point I still am trying to find myself and not lose what I already have. I really don’t believe that we need to be in a ethnic group or be a certain type of race to connect with each other. But I am proud to say that I am a latina. Being a latina feels so good and natural to say, unlike me saying that I belong to a certain group. No group or ethnicity should define who you are as a person if you don’t identify yourself as it. As a latina, I feel like when I say that I fit in and I feel like I have some sort of power that makes me try harder in school and in life because that's the way my family raised me. Even though I have what I want and i’m at a good place I always strive for more. I haven’t experienced discrimination, but my mom’s boyfriend has. He doesn’t know how to properly speak english or understand it that well but he's trying. And it’s the effort that counts. There's a lot of people that just stare or start laughing at the people that don’t know how to speak it because it wasn't their first language or they weren't around th language. Honestly it might not be said to me but it still hurts and it affects me because it's obviously mexicans or latino/a people that experience it a lot and I am part of that community. My goals for the next two years are to be able to find more of myself. Found what I lost while at the hospital. Try being healthier, and never give up on that. I also want to improve my attitude towards things. I usually would always see the negative things in life but I think it's about time that, that changes. I think that my peer group have helped me a lot. Even though i’m not close to all of them they all checked up on me at least once. And that meant so much to me and I wouldn’t know how to thank them. Going into 11th grade I wish people wouldn’t see me as the girl that was hospitalized and needs help with a lot of things because she’s not ready for what’s coming. I wish people would just let me do me and figure things out as they come. I wish I could just explore and experience without being told what to do.