When I was growing up all I had was an education, I had no friends, activities, or even family to look to for support, strength, or a role model. I only had myself, my soul, and my mind, a body to work, a soul to express, and a mind to what? I didn’t know and with no one around me to ask I began to realize, around fourth grade, during school mental capacity is meant to expand. A person’s mentality and intellect are traits not from my religious deity, but in turn from education and progression in studies from our school systems taught by qualified educators. This thought sparked me to start realizing what my mind can acquire in literature, so I began reading in my abundant time expanding my previous vocabulary exponentially. In fifth grade I …show more content…
At that age, I furthered my education in classes by reading through the textbooks to find answers I came up with dealing with the subject, e.g., in science I asked how can a magnet not attract or repulse certain metals after reading the chapter that covered repulsion. Nowadays, I still want to learn and develop as much as I can and try my absolute best to become at least aware in topics I may not be interested in fully studying. I have a passion and determination to strive for a knowledgeable future where I can do intellectual marvels that will change how others will see society. This explanation into my uneventful life as an enthused academic pursuer is nothing but my horrendous vocabulary and literary skills being tested in the form of what I believe, yet I can only find few things that remain true for a period of time to even find any relative interest for me to be enthused though I need that time to study whatever it is that I find without really losing interest, because I can still learn from it even without instructor’s demanding tests to show that you have grasped the basics of the fundamentals so that we never really actually learn the important, truly fascinating and intricate forms of how to use the subject in our own ultimate
Everyone has to make choices in their life. Some are everyday choices, like what to eat or drink. Others are more critical, like choosing a job. Important decisions take time to comprehend. Like with me, the decision to go to college was the most critical choice in my life and for my future, and I will never regret it. Going to college is important because it helps me find a job, it expands my knowledge, and it is a wonderful experience.
We are all placed purposefully here to be the light for those around us. With the birth of our third child 7 years ago, I dedicated my time to being home to raise my family while my husband embarked on his military flying career. Our lives have been filled with frequent moves, numerous deployments, and friendships scattered around the world. As we move into the season of our life that the children grow older and my husband nears retirement, we are faced with the challenges that come with my return to the workforce. With no college education, there are more limits to my career options as stated in Your College Experience “American society values higher education” (Gardner Barefoot 7). My desires to have a fulfilling job that I can be proud
I am quite positive that a vast amount of applicants have begun to answer this question by stating how prestigious Georgetown is and how significant a degree from your school would be for their future career. So while yes, Georgetown’s reputation is something I have much esteem for, my interest for studying here goes much deeper and is much more personal. As a military wife and mother of four small children I have had to put myself and my aspirations behind the rest of my family’s. I have never resented being “on the back burner” as I sincerely love being a mother and remain so committed to supporting my husband as he supports this nation; however, that is not to say that I have ever given up on my goals. With the brief wait I had to endure
This forced me analyze my life thus far, to recognize my fears and what I hold dear. It’s only been sixteen (one month till seventeen) years in this carcass, but I already feel like an entire life has flown by. It was like a prerequisite of actually watching my life flash before my eyes. This project was nice to sit back and look at what a social mess I am (one of my most favorite pastimes). But also, only being sixteen, I don’t hold what many would believe to be true values, dreams, fears, and identity. Nevertheless, this is what I have so far.
Being a first generation United States citizen in my family, I have experienced both sides of the spectrum where my mother’s mere presence symbolizes a near sacrifice of life for a better quality of mine and work is valued over education. Sounds pretty strange when you think about it because most first generation stories you hear include an overbearing parent that values education over everything else. While my mother does value education, I never posed a need for guidance in that aspect until my junior year of high school but by that time my mother had grown accustomed to me being so independent. My mother in a way had given up on me. She found my struggle with mental health too much of a culture shock for her and consequently treated it as a burden whenever I needed support. I would go weeks without going to school because my depression was too unbearable and I was at the point where suicidal ideations were the norm for me. However, this didn’t phase her in the slightest. Attendance wasn’t something I grew up accustomed to. I
You stumble across the finish line with a time that deeply disappoints you. You beat yourself up mentally, regretting the sleep you missed out on the previous night. The next day you get a grade back from a challenging exam a week before. You’re disappointed. Worry, anxiety and frustration arise while thinking about making it through college in the near future. You're failing grade at the moment seems to be the priority and is deeming complete control over all your emotions. The world sets an almost impossible standard for your looks, performance, and the way one another reflects their personality. But at the midst of all setbacks and disappointments, you have to take a step back and wonder…what truly matters?
You’ve seen the courses I take, the grades I earn, and the test scores I’ve accomplished, and yes that’s all important, but I want you to know what kind of person I really am. I don’t aim for perfection on tests or assignments in the sense of a grade; I aim for perfection only as reaching my full potential and for what I can show. One night I was lucky enough to be in the company of my father’s college friends (he went to the University of Notre Dame). Inquisitive and curious as I am, I asked them for any kind of career advice that they could muster up for me, or anything that they would do differently in their own careers if they could change anything. After conversations of boring statistics I had heard all before, one of them gave me the best advice I had ever been given.
Ever since I was a little girl my main long-term goal was to find a career that I loved. I knew that I wanted to put my own level of happiness over income. I also knew that I wanted a job that makes a difference. After numerous family members, teachers and friends asking what I wanted to do after school I began to look within myself to decide what I was passionate about that I could turn into a career. After some self-reflection I determined that I was passionate about loving my family, helping others, school, and softball. Soon it became clear to me that I wanted to become a high school math teacher which would also allow me to coach.
During debates, I am often criticized for being too idealistic and childish. Although meant to be derogatory, being compared to the infinitely inquisitive, eager, and fearless minds of our world is not an insult. In fact, my most precious quality is my inner three-year-old. Not the runny nose, tantrum-ridden nightmare of grocery stores, but the curious, enthusiastic, open perspective of the young. The philosophy of seeing the world with clarity, wonder, and imagination, rather than being fogged by preconceived ideas, introduces endless possibilities. In the past two years of preserving my inner three-year-old, consistently presenting the question of why, anticipating where my curiosity takes me, and looking at the world with the objective perspective of a fresh judgment, I am now prosperous. Not physically, definitely not economically, but I am mentally.
Until this day my mom always tells me to never surrender in school and to try my hardest to be successful. As Vince Lombardi quotes “The price of success is hard work, dedication to the job at hand, and the determination that whether we win or lose, we have applied the best of ourselves to the task at hand.” My interpretation of this quote towards school includes a lot of dedication but weather you pass or fail the task you study hard for, you have put time into making yourself better. As I grew older every day there would be obstacles in life, some that I would overcome and some obstacles that I would not. One major obstacle in life that really impacted my life was when the doctors discovered that my brother had schizophrenia. This sickness is a long lasting disorder that causes the person to have breakdowns, bad thoughts, and
My dad grew up fatherless, although his father lived on the same block. My grandmother dropped out of school at fourteen to take care of her firstborn. She raised my father and his siblings by herself, spending her life as a janitor. My father had the chance to attend college but squandered his opportunity. My mother was primarily raised by her grandmother but lived with her mother and stepfather during the latter of her childhood. She was kicked out when her parents discovered she was pregnant with me. My parents were 17. For most of my childhood, their lives were constrained to coping, subsisting, and rectifying mistakes. I bounced between the two and stability.
At the tender age of two, I was at the JFK airport crying goodbye to my parents who had bought me a one-way ticket to China. My parents didn’t have a single idea on how to raise kids, so they sent me to more experienced help—my grandparents. In the countryside of China, my grandparents raised me for nearly three years until my parents moved to a quiet city. By the time I returned to the U.S, my parents had moved from the bustling city of New York to the calm southern side of Indiana and I had begun my education at an all-American elementary school.
The comfort of learning wrapped my life like a blanket on a cold night. The finically background of my mother and the absent was of my father led me to turn to education as meaning in life. Due to all the finical difficulties of my family I worked myself towards my education. I am still pulling myself up from the boot straps. The financial position that my family underwent drove me academically.
Throughout my life my parents have always expressed the importance of education. During my time in school I have always done well, but my junior year was really a stepping stone for me in my career as a student. I truly realized that I was capable of more in my academic studies and I pushed to do the best work I have ever done
I am a first-generation daughter to Nigerian immigrant parents. As one may imagine, the journey from a populous country in West Africa to the city of Dallas, Texas can be a strenuous task to overcome. In spite of this, my parents both collectively made the difficult decision to leave their families in Nigeria for the brighter prospects and array of opportunities the American education system has to offer. Because of the obstacles my mother and father have endured in their past, they have ensured that each of my siblings and I have not had to make the same difficult decisions as they did. They have done so by instilling morals, values, and beliefs to potentially guide us through the hardships of life. These values include a strong work ethic, perseverance, as well as adaptability.