Moving Back To College

I closed the door, and I held that piece of jewelry in my hand for twenty-six hours, all the way down to my new home in Florida. I remember stepping out of the truck into the warm, stifling air. I inhaled deeply and thought to myself, this is it, this is where my new life begins. This is where I show my family that I am strong, I’ll show them that nothing can break me down now. I was alone in the beginning part of my new life. It taught me strength I didn’t know I had. People just need to hope and believe that old relationships can kindle back together, which they did when we were able to move back home to CT. Having to change everything so quickly at such a young age made me realize that everything really does happen for a reason and life will fall back into place when you just have a little hope and understanding. I grew up to be the woman I am today because of learning what reality can be, having to mature at such a young age, and in being one structure that helped to hold my family together through this difficult time. The hard times were a learning point that created the beautiful and meaningful things I have in my life today and I would not go back and change anything that has

I am the way I am because of my father, he drives me to get an education, and he wants me to be better than him. My dad constantly tells me “tell me who your friends are and I’ll tell you who you’re going to be.” This quote means significantly to me because when I was in 6th grade I would hang out with the wrong crowd, later when I was a freshman, I made new friends, better friends, and the ones that push me to strive. My mom is my rock, she struggles sometimes since she raised my brother and I alone, but she always finds a way to get us what we need for school and sports that we play in. I have this picture of my brother, my cousin, and I in front of our house when we first bought it, it’s been 17 years that I’ve been living in it. It may not be the nicest house, but its payed off and I have a roof over my head, to me that’s all that matters. My neighborhood is actually quiet, I have 3 neighbors that are nice people, when we go out of town they watch our house for

One day while walking through Frankenmuth, my mother had a gut feeling that she was expecting. When my parents returned home from the day’s festivities my mom snuck away to take a pregnancy test, which confirmed she was in fact pregnant. According to my dad, he was surprised and very excited to be expecting. My parents had long been trying to start their family but had suffered a miscarriage 8 weeks into their first pregnancy. Due to the prior miscarriage, my parents decided to use caution and wait until they made it through the first trimester to share the news with friends and family. My mother went on to explain that pregnancy changed everything for her from her diet to her daily activities. Both of my parents

Finding out about my pregnancy was a huge shock to me. It likely that among five young adult, three are likely to have unplanned pregnancy which is my situation. The semester already started before I realize that I was pregnant. And never believe that I was pregnant. This was my first pregnancy, and going through morning sickness was not an exciting stage in my life. I was living at the school dorm in Gainesville, but also transit to Dallas, Tx for my appointment. The father of my baby showed less concern

When I was 14 my mom went back to school to further her education. She was also worried that her going back to school would affect me. If it wasn't for my grandparents my mom would have never finished school but with had work and determination she finished and has a better job and is able to support her family better.

As mentioned by most responses in your post, you are never too old to go to school. Just stick with it and you will be just fine. I came back to school late in life as well, but it no longer unusual to see people in their 40’s and 50’s to attend school. Also, if you didn’t get a chance to transfer your G.I. bill to your children or spouse, you shouldn’t let that go to waste, it’s a benefit that you earned and paid for. Coming back to school it’s challenging at first, but once you get your groove, it will be alright.

Throughout my journey I have dealt with having to navigate through life without a family. The courage, motivation, and willingness to succeed in life have come from everything I have gone through and continue to go through to this day. There were many times when I felt like giving up and becoming the stereotypical kid from Compton who works a minimum wage factory job and does not amount to anything

It was my final year in the military and then I was gonna go to College, be an engineer. I never wanted to be an engineer, couldn’t think of what I wanted to do and I had to choose something. Engineering I thought, not bad at designer or math. Just never liked either. I guess I only found that out while reflecting during my years on duty. Boston College, a few months and thousands of miles away. To be honest I chose Boston to chase after a girl, her name Martha Sinclair. We met in middle school, it feels like she only noticed me when I said I was going overseas about the beginning of senior year. We hadn’t been dating by then, but now we are. I didn’t wanna see that relationship end, so I panicked and chose a school I wasn’t damn near interested in.

My family used to be like it was portrayed in movies; father, mother,daughter, son, with a few pets living in a nice house in a small town and friendly neighbors. My life flipped upside down when I was seven years old because my parents were getting divorced and I had to start a new life in Kansas with a man I didn’t know and my mom. I was hurt that I had to start my life all over and start a new school, leave friends behind, and I wanted to live with my dad too just like my brother was. I wanted to stay Nebraska and not leave my friends behind, not leave my home, and not leave everything behind. As I had to organize on what I wanted to keep and leave with my dad, tears ran down my face, realizing my life wasn’t going to be the

At first, finding out I was pregnant was a devastating shock to not only myself but everyone around me. I was only eighteen and was a senior in high school. I had such high expectations for myself.

It all started in March or April of last year. My mother and I were on our way to get dinner when she said something I could not believe. She told me that she was pregnant. Pregnant! Right away I stopped what I was doing and I started blurting out everything that was running through my mind. I was sad, angry, shocked, worried, irritated. I was in such shock I thought that maybe I was dreaming. As I started to process the information I had just heard, I started to calm down. This did not change my feelings at all; it only lessened the intensity of those feelings. We just continued down the road in silence as tears crept down my face.

Chris was the love of my life. I mean I was 16 and obviously intelligent enough to decide he was the one for me. He was good looking and smart (at least I thought he was smart… it didn’t dawn on me that he was 19 with no college education and delivering pizzas for a living). I was in love and it didn’t take long before things in my life didn’t seem as important anymore. I quit going to Chemistry Club because it was after school and I had better things to do then. Many times I wouldn’t answer the phone if caller id showed a number out of College Station because the thought of college was starting to scare me. Sometimes I would just skip school altogether because hanging out at Chris’ apartment on his days off was way cooler. By the time my senior year started, I was completely lost

A few weeks later, I found out that I was pregnant. I was only nineteen years old and still in school. My mother was shocked and angry, while my father took the news with more control. He told me that the fact that I was pregnant was not going to allow me to drop out of school again and that if I was to have the baby, I had to show responsibility by finishing my degree. So I did, with great results too. My family was proud of me for finishing school, and everybody was eager to meet the new baby coming to the family. When my boyfriend came back for his rest and recuperation time, we celebrated our wedding. After that, he left again, and I delivered our baby with my mother by my side.

"Strength and Honor are her clothing; and she shall rejoice in time to come." Proverbs 31:25, one of my favorite bible verses to keep me encouraged. Especially in reference to the trials and tribulations that I've had to endure and overcome in my lifetime. One thing I've learned about life is that it has no favorites and we cannot control how it will play out. However, we are in control of the way to react to adversities and your life begins to change the day you take responsibility for it. I was raised in a 1 parent household with a single mother working full-time who had graduated with her Master’s degree. The bar was set high for the expectations of me to follow in her footsteps but by the time I was 17 years old, life had already began to take its toll and I had moved from my mother's home. My father was capable of being in my life and taking responsibility but he was incapable of showing consistent love in ways that didn't have a negative effect on how I viewed him. At times, I felt my mother was incapable too but I was understanding to her circumstances and frustration of raising 3 children on her on. It wasn't until a few years ago that I was able to identify and analyze that I had developed some resentment towards my parents and begin on a journey towards self healing. I had wasted so much time feeling bitter, unloved and incapable but became skilled at masking my emotions. Although I knew deep down I didn't want to feel those emotions, I didn't know how to change

I’m a 16 year old girl who is 6 weeks pregnant. I did not think I would ever say that. So far, my boyfriend whose name is Jayden, his mom, and my mom are the only people who knew. It was extremely difficult to tell my mom this. I was born and raised in a very Christian family who take their religion and values seriously. When I had the courage to tell my mom I was pregnant, I was not only embarrassed, but ashamed of myself. My mom was not angry at me. She was only disappointed.