Poverty is a controversial subject. One that weighs incredibly heavy on my own heart and mind and poverty is a piece of me I never truly understood until now.
A blog post is supposed personal and honest right? So I should probably give some background on myself. I go to the University of Portland. This is my third year out of four. I am a social work major specifically looking to head into working with children in low income areas specifically in the hospital field. I come from a small town in Washington, Granite Falls. Population 3,604. I come from a unconventional household. I have 2 siblings. One older, one younger. I also come from a single parent household where my primary caretaker is my mother. My father has been in and out for years while battling his own addictions and new family which consists of two younger daughters and a new wife.
Like I said, I go to the University of Portland. I have participated on a few immersions including the North Portland Civil Rights Immersion and the Southern Civil Rights Immersion. I live in a beautiful apartment on campus and have fresh fruit and veggies in my fridge. I have clothing from Nordstrom hanging in my closet and new Nike’s under my bed waiting to be unboxed. I get my hair done when I go back home on breaks and I have