I will speak candidly here: my mother did not attend college, neither did her parents or her
parents’ parents. When forms ask me to input my parents’ education level, I leave my father blank (don’t ask, I am just as clueless), but proudly jot down “GED” for my mother. My mother often talks about the day she took her GED. She had just immigrated to the United States from Mexico and knew very little English. She laughs and tells me her English teacher was Barney the Purple Dinosaur, a children’s cartoon she’d play for my sister and me, but from which she seems to have learned more than I ever did. She had been nervous about the written essay portion of the exam but recalls that in the lobby of the testing center, a fellow lady advised her to simply write as much as she could. “They don’t care what you write, so long as you write a lot,” remarks this wise lady who, though she had only recently arrived in the United States, already understands the American education system. So my mother goes into the exam and she writes, and writes, and writes, and she passes! Continue reading
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