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if I'm going to go to college.

Yes, you are.

You're a leader.

That's why you're here.

Please, fill these out.

We'll even pay

the application fee. Uh, Vickie!

Vickie will help you with

any questions you have, okay?

- Hey, you guys.

- Thank you, Monte.

It's Mocte.

Hey, here's my number.

Call me.

- Thank you so much.

- Thank you.

- See you.

- See you later, girls.

Hey, Yoli.

Take that.

"Chicanas," I like that.

Chicano, Chicana,

how does that make you feel?

You all should really be going.

You've got to get a degree.

Good grades will help

if you don't have the money.

Chicano!

This is a poem

by Corky Gonzales.

"I am Joaquin,

Lost in a world

of confusion,

Caught in the whirl

of gringo society,

Confused by the rules,

Scorned by the attitudes...

I've come a long way

to nowhere...

I am Cuauhtemoc...

King of an empire,

civilized...

far beyond the dreams

of the Gachupin Cortez...

I am the Maya Prince...

Great leader

of the Chichimecas...

I rode

with Pancho Villa.

Hidalgo! Zapata!

Murietta! Espinoza!

are but a few... who dared

to face The force

of the tyranny of men

who rule by farce

and hypocrisy.

I stand here

looking back,

and now I see

the present.

In a country that's

wiped out all my history...

and stifled my pride.

I shed a tear

of anguish

when I see my children

disappear in the shroud

of mediocrity,

never to look back...

and remember me.

And now the trumpets sound,

The music in the people

stirs a Revolution,

Like a sleeping giant,

slowly rearing its head...

And we start to move.

La Raza!

Mexicanos! Espanoles! Chicanos!

Latinos! whatever I call myself,

I look the same

I feel the same

I cry and sing the same...

I am Joaquin...

My blood is pure.

I am Aztec prince...

I am Christian Christ.

I shall endure!"

Yeah, I know one thing--

I ain't

no Joaquin.

- Who's Joaquin?

- The guy from the poem.

"Lost in a world

of confusion,

Caught in a whirl

of a gringo society."

Hey, that's Bobby!

You're Chicano, Bobby.

You can't wash that sh*t out.

You're an Aztec.

Mexica.

Man, I ain't no Aztec.

I'm a Dodger's fan.

"Lost in a world

of confusion."

And you're the son of your father.

Your father's a Chicano.

My father's

a Teamster, man.

Naw, man,

he's from Bakersfield.

He's Mexican-American.

No, you're either Mexican

or you're American, you can't be both.

- You're one or the other.

- That's not true.

But Irish-Americans

don't have to chose.

I'm not

a Mexican-American.

I'm a Chicana.

Born and raised in the U.S.A.

- We can all agree on that one, right?

- Yeah.

You know, one day I want

to be the first great Chicano surfer.

- What's stopping you?

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