It was hard finding my passion growing up with family of two very business oriented parents, a brother about to finish medical school, and a sister getting her PhD in Public Health. From the start of high school I was always told I needed to be a business, pre-med, or pre-law major to make any money in life. Everyone in my family perceived success as a monetary value, the higher your salary the higher your happiness. However, I was never able to wrap my head all the way around the idea. It seemed right on the surface but as I progressed throughout high school taking classes like accounting, AP biology, and AP government I found myself hating the courses. Even if jobs in fields related to these subjects were the ones that made you money in the real world, why should I be miserable taking classes like this my entire college career to get a job I would probably hate my
I made the decision to go back to school for many different reasons. I saw it as an opportunity to continue my education, potentially make more money in my career and prove to myself that I could accomplish this goal. Even after, placing this personal goal on hold for the past ten years, having three children and working. I knew this would definitely help me in the long run. It has always been dream of mine to graduate from college. To do what only two of my family members before me have done. Growing up in Compton, California. College wasn't an option for most, however I was fortunate enough to have parents who believed in me and my sisters and really pushed us to continue to further our education. I believe moving forward if I stay persistent
As a seventeen-year-old high school student, a lot of pressure is being placed on my shoulders to decide upon my future plans and goals. All these decisions that are going to shape the rest of my life looming closer by the day, both an exciting and altogether terrifying prospect. Everyone seems to have an idea of how my life should play out; society says finish high school, go to college or university, enter the workforce, purchase a house, and have two point five children. Our society wants us to conform, to follow the typical path in life and contribute to the country collectively. My parents, on the other hand, want my happiness, but they would also like for me to do well in life, a tricky combination. Job titles like doctor, lawyer and politician are thrown around constantly in conversations regarding where I am headed, as if saying these things repeatedly will somehow make them a reality. Myself, I’m just focused on graduating high school, the idea that soon my life will be changing so drastically still hasn’t really sunk in yet. The truth is, I don’t know where I’m going thus far, which makes this essay a good start in figuring that out.
Looking back at the years that I have completed in high school is a funny but a true life changer. If I was to go back to one year of high school I would want to go back to freshman year. One reason why I would want to go back to freshman year is to talk to myself. Another reason I would want to go back it tell myself to listen more. The last reason would to see if I could improve myself in any way.
Going back to school has placed a lot of things in perspective for me. It took me five years to continue with school once more. These four weeks of FOR110 course allowed me to see that time is precious and not take it for granted. I realized to become a professional is not an easy task and it takes a lot of hard work and dedication. My oldest son Jaeden heard from his mother I was going to school and he was shocked that I take classes while working a 12 hour shift, five days a week. I saw him and my youngest son, Jayson, two weeks after he found out his dad is a student and I could tell he wanted to tell me something. While in the car, driving to the movies, he told me he was proud of me and wanted to be just like me. Man, that really made my day; however, I told him that I want you to be better than I am. The reason I went back to school was to ensure our life will always remain a plentiful one, therefore take what I teach and convey to you and become a better man than I ever will. Allow your little brother to see what a man who took the teachings of his father and achieved greater can be.
I’m Andy Adams a Junior in high school and in early middle college. I clearly don’t have a favorite subject yet, but soon enough. In English class I’m a little rusty on some stuff, but can work through it. I’m very motivated, when there is an assignment I’m on it right away and get done. I do get rusty on test and I still get retakes if I failed miserably and still get on it. I’m very good in English like I get a B previous English classes.
Growing up, parents are your biggest fans and worst critics. My parents have loved me unconditionally and have tried to give me the world. As their child I tried to give them what they wanted in return. I keep my good grades and excel in athletics. I’ll also be the first person in my family to go to college.There’s a point in your life when you realize that you can’t give them the perfect child. Yes I’ve made mistakes and done things that I shouldn't have. I understand the anger, the hurt, and the disappointment that I’ve caused throughout my upbringing. In the end, some parents are more critical than others, and I got the short straw. Making your kid feel like they’re the reason you’ll leave one day kills. This most recent disappointment might be
Growing up I was never the kid who talked too much or got in trouble in the classroom for doing so. In my 18 years of living I have never been considered very talkative or vocal. My father would always tell me that talking too much could land you in a big heap of trouble so I refused to do so. He had a phrase, “One thing guaranteed for a person that talks too much is swollen lips”. Hearing that as a child was kind of funny to me, but as I have gotten older I now realize what he was interpreting. I have seen a lot of people get into altercations for running their mouth’s too much and swollen lips is usually the ending result. Although I don’t talk much, I believe I can hold a pretty decent conversation with someone I have things in common with. I use to avoid talking to strangers, but being put in different settings with nothing but strangers has helped me with that to a
It has always been hard for me to properly envision my future, as it is always changing. As a child I thought of becoming a doctor, in middle school I dreamt of becoming a journalist, and my plans for the future are still shifting. However, there has always been one common element among my aspirations for the future, and that is the desire to engage in and improve the lives of others. This central desire is what leads me to choose Georgetown as the school which perfectly encapsulates my interests.
Education has been my main goal growing up, from family telling me to be the first person to get a degree, to teachers throughout my 12 years of school pushing me and preparing me for the next level. As I got closer to which college to pick for college, personal problems came into effect and I decided to stay in town and attend Piedmont Virginia Community College. Being out of school for almost two years and working so many hours and jobs made me realize I could be in school working towards a degree and only working one job.
The first morning I walk into my job I actually went to the wrong floor but I got there eventually. I felt very nervous, as any other freshmen intern would feel. Everyone at accounting said I was cute and tiny, which I thought was good. They didn’t have me work on anything major as it was my first day so I don’t think they want to overwhelm me with work on my first day. I could instantly tell that I would like it here, everyone was so nice and it was like they were family and I wanted to be a part of that family. Now that I’m at the end of my first year I can proudly say that I have fulfilled my goal of getting to know many of my co-workers and forming a bond with most of them. I’ve learned many things from my co-workers. They’ve given me advice about school and how I should carry myself through the future. For that, I can’t thank them enough on how much of an impact they have made in my high school experience.
Attending high school, just like attendign college is about finding oneself, working hard, introducing challenging ideas and solutions, making friends, and altogether growing up. Receiving education from an urban highschool could make the continuation of education a difficult task due to over crowding in the classrooms or lack of funding for materials. Another problem that seems to be in place is what is thoguht about when hearing urban schools. Many think about one extreme or another: a student comes from a wealthy family or a student comes from a poor family, espeically when comparing public and private institutions. While monetary funds do play a role in the college process, that is not the only defining factor.
My high school days have been spent at a STEM focused school, where I have worked to get my associate's degree alongside my high school diploma. I've worked my hardest to succeed, often resulting in a loss of sleep, and having to give up many extra curricular activities. Through these years I've learned that my passions are encompassed mainly in fine arts. Music is a big part of my life and is a passion of mine. I have been learning the piano since I was little and later added violin to the mix. I found my passion for musical theater a couple years later, and began to immerse myself in the various aspects of it. Art,
It's difficult growing up with a family who believes that you would be a drop out and a mother by the time your 17. Since I was a kid, I have seen and heard about family dropping out of high school and not going to college. Their reasons always were that they were falling behind or they got pregnant. If they did go to college, they always dropped out. I never really had anyone to motivate me to achieve anything until I met my dad and stepmom. They always told me that I am capable of doing anything I want and they support me. Then I was exposed to God and I learn that through Him, I can do anything.
Each May, all of the students from Ole Miss, Mississippi State, and Mississippi College come back home to Tupelo for summer break. For the first couple of weeks they are all excited to be reunited with their high school buddies, but eventually they run out of things to do and places to eat and they spend the rest of their break waiting for the fall term to start. I don't want to spend my college summers back at home doing the same exact things I have done since i was thirteen. During my summers at college, I want to working in Africa, studying in Spain, and serving others in Honduras.