Mexico Dia Cincuenta Cinco
School. We were talking about imigration in sociedad. It´s crazy what lengths people will go to in order to cross the border into America. The minimum wage in Mexico is 48 pesos per eight hour day. This is what many people make and have to live on. The posibility to make 50 pesos per hour in America draws millions to try and cross the border each year. Many are not even Mexicans. They come from South America, usually by train, crossing the Mexican border and head for the U.S. The second major source of income for the Mexican economy is money sent to Mexico from relatives in America. The journey to America is dangerous, expensive, and often ends in failure. It generally costs 2000 pesos to make the trip, which is a large amount to save for most Mexicans. Then, one must avoid the border patrol, the perilious desert, and the minute men who patrol the border and kill Mexicans trying to cross into America. The desert and minute men (pinche cabrónes) kill approximately 500 migrants per year. It´s good to know that their are groups that try and help imigrants. Groups like Humane Borders, which has put a number of water stations in the desert that borders Mexico.
A little bit about the empanada lady: There is a lady who sells empanadas on the corner outside of our University. She is an imminent presence in the lives of the students at the University. In the ten minute breaks between clases she provides refreshements, snacks, and empanadas to knowledge hungry students. Without the work of this every vigilant women, it is likely that many students would have decreased glucose levels, making it harder to learn. She has earned the nickname of empanada lady. I normally get a queso empanada from her most days.
When I came home my madre told me it was time for me to repay my debt for having her correct my spanish papers. I helped her correct the english in a scholarship application for a friend of her sons. It was enouraging to realize that my spanish wasn´t that bad, since my madre who is an english teacher could not recognize allot of mistakes. A freind of the families was over for lunch. Lunch was fantastic. We had this tomatoe/tortilla soup which is really good. First you are served a tamatoe soup, then you get bowls of avacado, cheese, and tortillas, which are added to the soup. After lunch I had a nap and then wrote my papers.
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A little bit about the empanada lady: There is a lady who sells empanadas on the corner outside of our University. She is an imminent presence in the lives of the students at the University. In the ten minute breaks between clases she provides refreshements, snacks, and empanadas to knowledge hungry students. Without the work of this every vigilant women, it is likely that many students would have decreased glucose levels, making it harder to learn. She has earned the nickname of empanada lady. I normally get a queso empanada from her most days.
When I came home my madre told me it was time for me to repay my debt for having her correct my spanish papers. I helped her correct the english in a scholarship application for a friend of her sons. It was enouraging to realize that my spanish wasn´t that bad, since my madre who is an english teacher could not recognize allot of mistakes. A freind of the families was over for lunch. Lunch was fantastic. We had this tomatoe/tortilla soup which is really good. First you are served a tamatoe soup, then you get bowls of avacado, cheese, and tortillas, which are added to the soup. After lunch I had a nap and then wrote my papers.
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