Abusive College Life

Changing high schools in the middle of the school year were a rough experience for me. Most of by a reason of never feeling accompanied and necessary in the new school. Teachers and students seemed all building wall boundaries and not wanting to communicate. Especially having to deal with language barriers and emotional distress I decided that it’s not the place that I will attend and dropped out. After shifting my life one hundred eighty degrees, switching from working here and there with no chance of advancement, I finally decided to obtain a GED. In past coming from a family history that education is not important and in fact none of my relatives having a higher education, now I came to the understanding that higher education is an essential

Now, I’ve never been a terribly awful student. I was the kid that made honor roll every term, passed my tests, and was very well liked by my teachers. My problem was rooted within my attendance. I tried numerous options that varied from being enrolled in online school that gave me the option to work at my own pace, to applying for a program called Job Corps, where I would live on campus and be on a boot camp like schedule. Nothing worked, school just wasn’t for me. When I turned 16, I made the decision to not only drop my online classes, but also made the decision to stop calling my counselor for Job Corps. I was never encouraged to return to school until I moved to Wisconsin a year and a half after being out of school. You don’t realize how important that year and a half is until you return to public school as a junior with three and a half credits. My attendance when I moved here was much better with the encouragement from Niki and Dave Pohnl. They gave me the motivation to actually want to finish my schooling and for that, I am eternally grateful. I attended Logan high school for the last half of my junior year where I finished with seven and a half credits. Obviously, still not even close to what you need to graduate. So, they gave me the option to come to Western Technical College to attend a program that would lead to me taking four separate

After barely graduating in the spring of 2017 from Lopez Early College High School, I went straight to my parent’s house not knowing exactly what I was going to do with my life. I knew I had ruined my life after not paying attention to my teachers and counselors about applying to colleges. They said I was a wonderful and intelligent student with a tremendous capacity of succeeding in life. Although everybody thought that about me, I never did. I was constantly under pressure thinking that I had to work in order to support my family economically, so our house was saved. I was also worried about whether my parents were getting divorced after every insignificant argument they had. I had to be an excellent example for my two younger siblings; but even though I tried my best, I never was.

Once my brother graduated high school, my mother moved 500 miles away, to Connecticut. I decided to remain at home in West Virginia with my father. For various reasons, such as drugs and alcohol, living with him was no longer in my best interest. At this time, I was half way through high school. For a few months, I spent time living with friends. Before long, my grandmother, who I'm not particularly close to, graciously allowed me to live with her. She lives below the poverty line. In order to live in her house, I was driven to support myself. I work between 20-30 hours a week, which allows me to pay for bills, my vehicle, food, and etc. As soon as I graduate, I will be living on my own, and paying for my college tuition, by myself. It is difficult now to make ends meet, and in the coming college year the financial difficulty will greatly increase. I am endeavoring through these hard times, and I will only continue to do that by keeping my grades up as well as having the endless

I would like to give the admissions committee appropriate circumstances that led to my poor performance in years of 2000 to 2004. While attending Butler community county college my dad got sick and he was hospitalized in Tanzanian for majority of my junior college. The illness led to his death. The event was enormously traumatizing to myself and my family. At the same time, he was the one who was paying my tuitions and up keep while attended college. Since my father he was the braid winner to our family I had to attend class and work at the same time to support myself and my family.in order to meet our my needs family needs I had work two jobs while attending school .Bouncing back between these two jobs and school was not easy task, it limited my ability to focus on my school work. Although I was able to work with my teachers to extend deadlines and make up missed work, my jobs did limit my ability to

After graduating high school, I did not have the opportunity to go to college right away. The reason being, I received my high school degree in Vietnam and automatically started working as a teacher. I taught at an elementary school as a kindergarten teacher for eight years consecutively. Then, I got married, and my husband sponsored me and brought me over to the United States. I have been living in California since. It has been difficult for me to finish my college degree because I lacked financial support. In addition, English is my second language. Twelve years have elapsed between high school and community college, and community college and a university. Three years after arriving in America, I attended Golden West College. I studied there for two years and after obtaining a certificate of computer office application, I began working at Northrup Gruman for the next seven years. I worked as a data entry clerk. Then I was laid off for five

When I was a senior in high school and at the age 18 I dropped out thinking I don’t need a high school diploma because I would always get a job on the spot. I dropped out and continued life as normal; at the age of 19 is when I got pregnant. I was worried because before I found out that I was pregnant I had just quit my job and my boyfriend wasn’t working at the time either and wasn’t even going to school for college. I had no one to rely on to help me I knew I had to do something; now that I was jobless and with a baby on the way I started looking around the internet to see where I can get my high school diploma instead. I found out that Pima had a program about Penn foster where I could obtain a high school diploma so I enrolled for it in

As a result, by the time I made it to high school, I just wasn’t interested anymore and wanted to start working and to live on my own. In the state that we lived in at the time, a student could drop out of school at the age of sixteen. I dropped out of school, immediately got a full-time job and at seventeen I moved out on my own. However, I got so caught up in life and bills that I never went back to get my GED, and frankly, I was too scared because I didn’t have the confidence. I knew that I have never done well in school, so what made me believe I could pass a test like that? Although one day I met my husband and he instilled the confidence in me that was needed to take that test. Not only did I take the test but, I passed with a high score. If it weren’t for my husband coaching me along and telling me that I can do whatever I set my mind to, then I probably wouldn't have my diploma

As a second time college freshmen. College education is extremely important to me. The first time I began college at IUSB i unfortunately had to withdraw due to my step father arguing with the financial aid assistant about information he did not want to provide, following to the fact I couldn't receive my finical aid and I couldn't afford it out of pocket at the time. I was devastated that I had to leave, but I didn't let that stop me. A few months later I came across a different college. speaking with the financial aid assistant, it was music to my heart when she told me I didn't have to provide my stepfathers information. Currently, I didn't have little to any support from family members so I am working 2 jobs trying to pay for my living

Well where do I begin I’m a kid from a small but growing town in northern California called Salinas. Something that sets me apart from other candidates is that I never really expected to go to college until I came into my freshman year of highschool. I've seen my family struggle because they came from Mexico and barely had any type of education. I'm first to admit that my freshman and sophomore years I failed some classes putting me behind on credits. Looking at myself in the mirror one day I told myself “ What are you doing I thought you wanted to go to college and make grandma and grandpa proud”. The very next day I went to my counselor and signed up for every possible way to recover my credits. When summer came I sat by myself and I worked

My college experience has been very non traditional. Besides from having to work basically full-time for the entirety of my college career, school in general has been a struggle. My freshmen year, I decided to stay near home and attend Govornors State University. At Govornors State, I did very well but I was not enjoying my time there. My family was extremely disappointed in my decision to stay home. I was always told to "get away" and "get the college experience". I knew I did not want to be far away but I wanted to make my parents proud so I made the decision to go to Illinois State University the following fall.

Currently, I am a full time student and have worked a few part time jobs throughout my junior and senior year of high school. About 6 years ago, my father was diagnosed with Chron’s disease. My parents have a substantial amount of medical bills. I knew that them paying for me to go to college was not their first priority for where their money went, but they were going to try as best they could. The emotional burden on my family has been just as significant as the financial burden. To help with both of these, I threw myself into school and

Every high school senior knows the stress of getting into their dream school, the stress of not wasting the years of knowledge they have obtained, and the anxiety of awaiting a college response. That feeling is amplified when someone comes from a tough environment. My mother didn’t graduate high school, leaving at an early age to help support her family as the eldest sibling, and she came to the United States when she was 18, with little opportunities for her own life. She taught my siblings and I that living in the U.S., we could pursue our passions but it would be difficult because of our ethnic and socio-economic background. For me, it’s unbelievable how I transitioned from taking care of my siblings to working long hours and studying until

The big day for me had arrived where I would receive my diploma and graduate. Knowing that I worked very hard, I was excited for this day when I would finally finish school and be able to find a job. I won’t need to write any more essays and just get a job and go to work everyday. During the ceremony, they called my name, and I walked onto the stage, to receive my diploma. That’s when I woke up and realized I’m only 14 and have only 4 more years to apply for college. After groaning, I noticed that my grades are ok but not strong enough to get into college. I’m still on a long journey that I have to take to get accepted into University of Washington. Although I don’t possess the grades to make it in, and although I waste a bunch of time procrastinating

My decision to return to school was a struggle, I was raising my three girls and working and worried about the affordability and most of all I was constantly told that I couldn’t attend college because I had a family to take care off or constantly told “put it off until next year” time and time again. I felt resentful, infuriated and guilty and all at the same time.