My Dream In Life

Most people are all grown up when they finally figure out what they want to do with their life. I was 4. I realized what I wanted to be when I attended my very first Rodeo. Even though it was so long ago I can remember that day like it was yesturday. That day got me on the path to my future.

The age of nine or ten is when I realized that I wasn't like the kids around me. I did not have people to call mother or father , no one to come to parent teacher conferences. Not having anyone to draw the family photos of, it was just me and my sister. Remembering being all alone walking down those too long and too big halls filled with too many people. Everyday as a Nobody Girl with clothes too big from the local Goodwill was shoved pushed aside or tripped and as I get up I put on a brave face for my sister. She was everything to me. Having to be brave for her, to her I was mother and father , not sister. Getting home from a too long of a day for a ten year old, and had to deal with an emotionally abusive guardian, and a depressed guardian

I had no hopes or dreams growing up. I never thought too much about the future as a child. I lived from day to day just waiting for one to finish and another to begin. I grew up in this fashion and did not change at all until middle school. By middle school, I was aware that life did not revolve around school and that there were expectations for me to meet. Both parents and teachers expected me to rise above and beyond. Now my reason for waking up every day and working hard was to meet these expectations. I worked hard to keep up with the expectations, though eventually, the young child that I was could no longer handle the stress of all the work and slipped into melancholy. It was an endless cycle of work, failure, and shame. This continued until I graduated and went off to high school.

It was one of my very own first transitions to being an adult. It made me realize that if you want something in life, you must really work hard to attain it. As a child, I believed that everything that I wanted could be magically given to me. Buying my own car by working

She seemed perturbed. She explained how we had financial issues and that the only way we could cope was if we found jobs as well. "I know you don't want to do this," she said, stroking my face. "But, Father needs our help." I couldn't say no, not in this situation. I had no other choice but to find a job. Apparently, I did in a matter of

I couldn’t wait to grow into an adult, so I could earn a living and make my decisions with my life. And I did. Being an entrepreneur, I worked long hard hours and was happy to do so knowing that I was saving for

Soon, I was getting requests to do bigger jobs that weren’t really my thing, or smaller jobs that didn’t even pay the gas for me to get to the person’s house. The always wonderful phrase “I have a job for you” turned into an anxiety attack waiting to happen because I had ten jobs waiting and everybody wants their pieces now. I had working friends that would call on me to do stuff for them since I was a “stay at home mom” and “had nothing better to do.” I actually had a neighbor who I had never met before grill me about where we are from, if we are military, and if I work or stay at home (we will get back to this). Once this inquisition was over, she asked me to start taking her child to school in the morning. This is when I realized that it was time to start saying no

Lastly, I had asked since she said she had no regrets in her college years, If you could go back to one year in college what year would you choose. she had chose her sophomore year. Her sophomore year she was slacking off. She doesn't fully regret slacking off and being lazy because “ it was a good lesson to show myself how serious you need to get and what would happen if you started to slack.” My mother is a very hard worker not only when it comes to her job. She is also a hard worker at being a daughter, a mother to four kids and a

My mother’s favorite quote was “work hard for what you want because it will not come to you without a fight.” Growing up in the city of Columbus was pretty easy. The town was pretty decent. I was born to the parents of Termica J. Webber and Paul V. Roland on July 14, 1998. On September 18, 2002 my mother gave birth to my younger sister, Annie Rogina Deanes who is now 13 years old and lives in Atlanta, Georgia with her father. I am the oldest child of my mother and the youngest child of my father. When I turned 6 I instantly moved to a small town of Pheba, MS with my grandmother, Thelma Webber, where times were hard. No one hardly lived in the small town and I was the only child living with my grandmother besides my aunt

A couple years later my mom turned eighteen and graduated high school. Straight from high school she was pushed to find a better paying job. Due to my grandma already working at the hospital, she managed to get my mom a job as a file clerk. My mom worked there for a couple years until she got

Her first job out of the community college was a bank teller. She loved that job she made enough money to move out of her parents’ and get a place her own apartment. The bank teller job gave her enough money to put my brother in a daycare and keep food on the table but not enough to go out of town or go on adventures. Therefore, know that she wanted to do more my mother worked as hard as she could to move up in the rankings. She moved all the way up to assistant manager so she made more money. So she was able to go on trips with the family and also she was able to buy her own car all by herself. By this time, she had me and she still was comfortable with the money until her and my father got a divorce. So she started to change he spending habits. Instead of going out to eat with her friends; so asked them to do potlucks to where ever everyone brings one article of food to make a dinner. So she worked that job for a long time till one of her friends recently told her that the company had an open

By the age of sixteen I knew I had found my true self and what my life purpose would be, but it was not always like that. I give a lot of credit to the experiences I had encountered going into my preteen years growing into a different stage in this part of my life.

My father found himself out of a job and accepted a new position requiring him to live out of state. My older brothers were off to college, and my mother went to work to help support our family. The job she took involved odd hours, including late nights, early mornings and some overnight shifts. Of course now I realize how lucky we all were that my parents found good jobs, even if there were some complications involved. At the time, the child that I was could only wonder “what about me?”

When growing up, my family didn’t have a lot of money in the house. My Dad wasn’t there much and it was just my mom taking care of her four kids. My mom is a very caring and loving person, but she can also be strict at times. She always tries her best to keep her four kids out of warm way and thought more from us. But with that, she also feared for our future. Every day before we leave for school, she always says the four words ‘’Do well at school “and hope we really do well. And out of all four kids, she feared for my future the most since I didn’t do so well in 3rd grade. After getting a strict yelling to, it was about time that I decide to get serious with my work, and start making a change on my working habits. After making a drastic change to my working habits, my grades that were so poor, now started to increase dramatically and I kept that pace up all the way to my high school graduation. After a long three hour rehearsal in the auditorium, it was now time to walk the stage and get my high school diploma and finish high school. One by one, other students begun to walk the stage to

Growing up in Miami I have gotten accustomed to the cold and impersonal interactions attributed to living in a big city. Although I enjoy all of the opportunities that are presented by metropolitan areas, it disheartens me to know that most people in urban settings do not know their neighbors. Via avian perspective, you can see the large-scale segregation of classes and ethnic groups. Little Havana, Little Haiti, and Little Puerto Rico are just some examples of the neighborhoods I have called home. As a multiracial child, I found it difficult to fit in when the typical icebreaker question was “Where are you from?” “Me?” I would ask. Knowing there was a narrow range of accepted responses I replied, “I am from here - from Earth... but more importantly, where am I going?” It seems a natural human characteristic to assign greater importance to our past experiences than to our aspirations for the future. In order to achieve what I want with my life I know that I must not dwell on the past but focus on the future.