I am from SLC, Utah and from the moment I walked into Kindergarten, I knew that I had come into a whole new world to opportunities that I could pick and choose from. I was afraid to leave my mom at first being always around her. I came to the school and thought why not give it a chance to learn how to make friends. Well I guess I was more of a treat to them, why I didn't know, but I was told that because I am Mexican -American and go to their school, that I don't belong there. I came home to my dad and asked him, "Daddy, what's a dirty Mexican?" He spoke to my mom and she broke into tears. He went to Sister Kathleen and demanded that something be done about it and quick. His use of strength, courage, and the power of the use of proper English language made the difference. She was always very nice to me even before she knew what had happened. Bless her heart she took it very seriously, had the parent brought in and found out that guess what? It was the father of the boy who said those words and being 5 years old you really don't understand what that means. I am the kind of person who accepts who you are. I could care less about anything else. From then on there were some instances of bullying such as, "Why do you smell like beans? Why is your hair so funny looking? Why do you hang out with those geeks, you know, Frog face?" Why? Because that person is nice to me and he IS NOT AND NEVER WILL BE "FROG FACE". I have stood on my own, on the ground and say my piece and you know what? I made it stop with the best words I could find. That was 27 years ago. I DID IT AND YOU CAN TOO!