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As a young boy, I never truly put much into school. I put as little thought about college as well, but it took one moment that made me want the desire to succeed in my life and make something of it. Working for 12 straight hours in the middle of the hot sun, making minimum wage wasn't how I wanted to live. Going to multiple jobs and having to work all weekend, even during school occasionally was extremely difficult. This just gave me that extra drive to be more superior than anyone else. Yet, I never gave up and still pushed to be the best student I could be. Staying up late nights just to finish homework so I was able to make the best grade in class. The simplest moments in life made we want to be the best

I grew up in poverty with a small family, which consisted of my mother, sister, two step brothers, and my father who has a no contact order with my sister and me. Many of my peers often complain about how much they hate school and would rather be at home. But for me school was my escape from another world. A world I have no choice but to withstand. A world where shootings are common, where drugs are everywhere, where police patrol every Tuesday and Thursday; the darker side of Seattle. With both my parents being immigrants coming from war-torn countries we had no choice where to live, to eat, and to learn. As a family, we had no help from anyone so we had to keep our head up and persevere.

In order to get the help I needed, my mom had to pick me up two hours early from school every day and bring me to Anderson Elementary, where the speech therapist was located. Being forced to leave school early didn't help my social issues. The friends I had turned on me, and I became the weird girl. I no longer had people to eat lunch with, and invitations to birthday parties stopped arriving in the mail. I was mocked on a daily basis by people I had previously considered to be friends. Everyone had their own conspiracy theories about me; it hurt. Along with my new-found social struggles, my grades began to drop and I knew I had to make a

Time and time again I've found myself declaring education as the central pillar of my growth and development, that of which has been consistent throughout my life and educational career. From the age of 8 I've attributed school and learning as a way to escape the outside world, both willingly, and as an involuntary coping mechanism; school was a refuge, a safe place where I could build healthy relationships and escape my worries. I felt valued by my teachers, and I was given opportunities to contribute to a community, and for the first time felt autonomous- and that I could control my future.

I didn’t know it at the time, but I believe because of my experience that set the foundation for the student that I am today. My brother started Kindergarten and my mother would drop me off at the babysitter so she could go to school. My first “academic memory” is remembering my mother sitting at the table saying she had homework, my brother not wanting to be bothered because he had homework. So when my mom didn’t have school and my brother had school together WE did homework. That became our time together, she didn’t send me to school, she created school at the kitchen table. She had books, worksheets, cards, and my own folder. My mother loves to remind me how I use to tell everyone that I didn’t go to preschool. Fast Forward five years, my friends were getting grounded for their grades and asking me why I never got in trouble for mine. My friends and I spoke with my mom and her reply was, “I believe if you do your best, try your hardest, and do everything you can to be the best you can- I don’t believe in punishing Bethany. Now, If Bethany didn’t try her best, try her hardest, do everything she could to get the best grades she can then we will look at why.” My friend looked at me and said “Oh, you're lucky! I wish I had your mom!” I never shared that all my grades were A’s, because I did my best, I tried my hardest and I did everything I could to get the best grades I could and I still do. If I need to study for 3 hours, If I need to seek out a teacher, plan a study group with friends or students who can help, I’ll do what I need to do. I appreciate the academic recognitions as they continue to motivate me. I am not afraid of hard work and I believe this will benefit the National Honor

When I was growing up, my parents expected me to do great in school and they taught me that getting a good education was your ticket to living a nice and successful life and career, and in order to do well in school I would have to study and get good grades. I actually enjoyed school for the most part. I was that kind of person that actually studied and did homework to the best of my ability. Getting a good education is very important to get a successful career and life.

I hated k-12 school up until my junior year of high school. I hated the busy work, the homework, how long school took and just the fact that we were forced to go. If it weren’t for sports to keep me sane I probably would have dropped out of school (no not kidding). Then one day something just clicked (crossroad) and I started to see the reason behind the madness. I started to see why teachers pushed me and why it was necessary to go to school and even college. I saw that my goals were within reach, but that I had to apply myself way more than I was currently if I wanted to reach them. I was challenged to take charge of certain things in my life and able to establish new plans and goals. I do however still find myself coming to crossroads often and being “forced” to pick a direction and go with it.

Up until I got into high school. I actually enjoyed school prior to my transition into high school. I was a B student and quite happy with a 3.0 GPA. At the time, I really did not give my education much thought. In other words, I did not think about my future then, and education had little value in the great scheme of life. However, I still enjoyed school, and had perfect attendance not missing a day unless it was absolutely a must. Unless I had a rare case of some unforeseen sickness as to keep from infecting others with some viscous illness I was suffering from at the time. It was not until I made the big move into that hierarchy of education that really changed my mind. This new experience of education was so different, so terrifying, so difficult, and overwhelming that I felt there was nothing else to do, but stop attending. I failed so miserably bad it cracked and crumbled the very foundation in which I spent the last nine years constructing. Without this foundation, I was nothing, I was stupid, and had nothing to offer.

I enjoyed school the whole way through. Senior year I moved to the bay area with my dad, and attended San leandro High where I worked as a kindergarten teacher's assistant as well as walked to two jobs as a CSR at Marshalls and a Sales specialist at Mikasa. My mom passed away of cancer at age 42, when I was 20, and I dedicated some time to my siblings. Two years later I started/ continued on my personal pursuits again as a student, mother and employee. I volunteered at the American River College Child Care facility, and did my training with head start before deciding to take a position developing under privileged preschools for almost five years. And being My daughter's preschool teacher for all of her preschool years. I finished my ECE and AA degrees, and pursued my goals further choosing, applying and attending Union Institute and University since March, Winter session 2

I hated school growing up, did the minimum to squeak by. I didn’t even really want to go back to school when I started 2 years ago, the hubby kind of pushed me into it. I hate to say it, but I’ve even passed some of my classes without reading more than a few pages of the text. While I was taking Astronomy last year we spent a week at Disney, had a military function in Minnesota, I landed in the ER with every 3 heartbeat skipping, and my husband ended up in the hospital and had a stent put in. With all of that going on, I still managed to push through and pass my classes… It’s not that I didn’t want to read my text, life just got in the way. If it wasn’t for having a positive mindset, I don’t think I would have been able to push through it all as well as I did. It’s funny, the more that I dive into psychology, the more I see, and believe in the mind/body

For me it all started at a young age, a deep passion for stories yearned deep inside of me, a passion I never imagined would one day disappear. As an elementary aged student I was mocked for a speech impediment, a lisp; as my lisp became more and more apparent, the more discouraged I was to share my passion for stories. From that point on school became a chore, something I had to do, rather than something I wanted to do; I really did enjoy the learning aspects of school, but the structure and my lisp kept me from feeling like an individual, I felt more like an outcast.

I started school when i was four years old , In my home town of Farner TN. I went to Turtletown Elementray i was in head start my teachers where Miss.Dorthy Marrow & Janice Reed . I learned alot and always enjoyed being around them . I went to the same school for 4 years then my mother decided to move to Cleveland TN. So i then i went a school called Blyth Bower Elementray . I was so shy and didn't like having to get to know new teachers and kids . I stayed at that school for only one school year then my mother decided to move again . So that meant a new school and start the whole process over again . My mother could never stay in one place for more than 2 years . So i failed 2 school years the 4th and the 7th grades. i didnt really

Starting school at the age of 3 is an experience that I cannot remember. The experiences I have with education were not always spectacular. Growing up, I went to school every year from the beginning of fall to the end of winter and to the dawn of summer, but I never thought to myself why I considered doing so. Maybe it was because of my devoted parents that I ended up in school early in the mornings or maybe because of my genes that were inherited from the souls of education in Asia. Nevertheless, here I am, ending my long High school career into spending another portion of my life in college.

When I was a kid, school for me was waking up early in the morning. I also have to study a lot in school, then after school I have to do homework. I remember my first day at school. My mom and dad, both were so happy and prepared but I was so nervous and cheerless. I didn’t like to wake up early in the morning for school , but as time flew by I started loving school which made me wake up with energy instead of tiredness. I began to enjoy the school as I made new friends and I got to know how it is like when you meet people out of your neighborhood. With my friends I had lunch together and study together. I started to understand what the purpose of the education system. Based on what I understood I think the purpose of education is really aimed at helping students get to the point where they can learn to be on their own. In this journey of education I had a lot of positive and few negative experiences,but the negative experiences also helped me growing. Positive experiences are my teachers helping me improve, and I improved more when I moved to the United States.

School, to me and among many peers of my age, is not a distant term. I have spent one-third of my life time sitting in classrooms, every week since I was seven years old. After spending this much time in school, many things and experiences that happened there have left their mark in my memory. Some are small incidences while some have had a great impact on me. However, regardless the degree of significance, things that happened all contributed to shape the person that I am now.