I’ve always liked school, as far as I can remember anyway. In Mexico, I would volunteer to participate in any school event, memorizing poesias, welcoming dignitaries to our campus, and even breaking into my classroom after hours to grade tests. I’m not sure how this came to be. It just was, and in my situation, I was very fortunate that this was the case. Without this affinity for school, without the belief that I was a good student and that I deserved a good education, my transition into the school system in the United States would have different. I would have not felt determined to insist on my schedule being changed when I was repeatedly placed in the wrong classes; I would have not been focused when I was told of the likelihood that I would pursue a college education; I would have easily quit. I’ve seen a variety of different schools, teaching methods, and outcomes in me and my peers. My educational journey is a unique one: from the unpaved roads of Coacoyula to the cobblestone of Harvard, I’ve had to find my way without a map. This is where I hope to leave a mark–in continuing to advocate for opportunities for better transitions for all students, especially those who are severely marginalized by our current system of education.