I was confused as to what would happen to me after High School. I knew that I did not want to go down the same road that my parents went down, and my need to leave Milwaukee was very prominent. I did not want to struggle to find jobs or have multiple minimum wage jobs- just to barely stay afloat. I had the dream to not only make a difference in my life but in others. I dreamed of not only helping others but to support and nurture when they did not have the strength to do so themselves. I wanted to be a nurse. I want to be a nurse. And in order to accomplish that dream, I had to college and earn a degree.
As I listened to the podcast, 3 Miles, I started to recognize the difference yet similarities within my personal story and the ones discussed in the podcast. I have always gone to predominantly white public schools, that maybe had 3-4 African Americans in each grade. I did not live the same district as my fellow classmates nor did I look or dress like them. I was a young African American girl that did not share their silky hair, their skin tone, or their zip code. There were times that I felt as if I did not belong and the students looked at me differently because so. I was only able to go to these schools given by a program called Chapter 220. The Chapter 220 program goal was to integrate minorities into “nonminority” districts. Though, I did make friends and had some encouragement from my teachers, being one of few African- Americans, made me feel as if I did not belong.
The idea of flying has terrified me since a young age. Being in a metal bird, thousands of feet above the ground, consuming me from one location to the next, doesn’t sound appealing. A pilot, who I could only hope knows exactly what he is doing, has my life in his hands. When I found out I would be taking a helicopter to prom instead of a nice car, I believed I was having a nightmare. The one where I’m falling endlessly, spinning out of control, until I am jolted awake. The thing which is my biggest fear in the entire will be my transportation of choice for one of the most memorable nights of my adolescent years.
How does anyone know that a certain college will be the right fit for them personally? To be honest, it is really a gamble in my personal opinion. In high school many students are looking at colleges to see where they will receive the most money to attend or where their friends will be going and not actually what will be the “right” fit for them. I learned that the hard way. It was a very difficult, yet exciting time in my life, one that I would not trade for anything, but one that now has consequences that I am paying for.
As a teenager, I led a sheltered life. You could normally find me at school or babysitting my younger brothers. I dreamt about being able to go to the movies, bowling, or having sleepovers with my friends. I would occasionally go out with my friends, but my brothers were normally with me. I would one day finally have the chance to experience the freedom I have always dreamt of. I would become the confident, popular, and outgoing person I always dreamt about. In the meantime, my parents announced that they had plans to move to Ohio, and I began thinking about staying in Michigan.
This famous quote by Albus Dumbledore from Harry Potter and The Goblet of Fire has impacted my life in a positive way. Growing up and discovering my dreams continues to be an exciting time in my life, and being passionate enough about those dreams to share them with those around me. The downside to sharing my dreams, one being the dream to become a professional eSport player, came with a lot of negative comments. Being told by those who I thought were my friends, "You're not going to make it", "That's a stupid dream", really hurt me. However, just like Dumbledore tells Harry, it's about how we grow to become what we desire. Over my 17 years of living, various literature pieces have shaped my way of thinking and have prepared me for moving into the ‘real world' post Year 12.
I always had a less interesting dream than others; I never really wanted to be anything more than “successful.” Success meant owning a home, being rich, and having a family to enjoy it with--without working. Even though I've had certain career dreams, they were never my passion and I would've been just fine “winning the lottery or marrying a millionaire instead.” I guess it all just comes from the way I was brought up. Growing up on twenty-third in the Mission District already meant I wouldn't get far, with the gang activity and poverty I was surrounded by. My parents used what little money they had to send me to a private school which I am grateful for. In addition, I was from a very traditional Latino household, meaning I'd be held back
One of the most unsatisfying things one can endure in life is not accomplishing their goals. People in this generation don’t work for what they want. They tend to become comfortable with where they are at in life and don’t want to give the effort or risk losing what they have to make their dreams come true. On the other hand, there are those who will do whatever it takes to accomplish their life goals. One of the most satisfying things in life is accomplishing a goal well worked for, but it’s not very common to find people who will do this. The people who persevere through the toughest of times are the ones who will succeed; they are the ones whose dreams will come true.
There is something about the way Steamboat looks when our car first pulls to the top of Rabbit Ears Pass that ignites happiness inside of me. It’s perhaps the prettiest and most favorable view of mine, with the crystal-like lake on the left, the snow-covered evergreens on the right, and my favorite town in the world straight ahead. The freshly fallen snow glistening in the street lights and the cute little houses all lined up in a row never cease to bring a smile to my face. On this trip specifically, I sat there looking at the town below with the biggest smile on my face and excited butterflies in my stomach. As a child, seeing Steamboat felt like Christmas morning because it truly reminded me of some of my happiest memories.
For as long as I can remember acting has been my passion. There is nothing more exhilarating than getting on stage and performing. I will never forget the time in middle school when I had my first real performance. My hands were drenched in sweat, my body was shaking, everything was frozen, until that big red curtain open and I went off. In that moment I realized, this is what I want to do for the rest of my life.
Being the first-born son of immigrant parents, I learned that nothing is impossible. All of my life, my parents would tell me that I could do anything I set my mind to. As a child, I did not put a lot of thought into this. I would occasionally roll my eyes each time they recited the same cheesy line. Having heard this countless times beforehand, I did not see the significance in my parents repeating it. Not until I was much older did I finally recognize the weight behind this statement. My parents were only in their early twenties when they left Mexico for the United States. They had lived their whole lives in Mexico and were even enrolled at a university. Despite attending a great college, in Mexico, there are not a lot of opportunities to flourish in life. It was only until my mother became pregnant where she and my father seriously considered moving to the United States. They wanted what was best for the future, even if it meant leaving their friends, their family, and their lives behind. Taking their chances, they bravely and boldly ignored every reason against coming. My parents sacrificed everything and overcame the challenge of moving thousands of miles away from home into a completely different world.
someone other than yourself putting it in your head what your set out to be in life. High-school
One summer afternoon after indulging on General Tso’s Tofu and spring rolls I cracked open the crisp fortune cookie and received a vague prophecy reading “old dreams never die; they just get filed away”. My friend next to me interpreted my fortune to say that I will give up on my dreams. My other friend then believed it said that growing up meant acquiring new aspirations. Everyone around the table seemed to have their own perception of what it meant, although they all perceived it to be a rather pessimistic and unfortunate fortune. I disagreed. I understood the aphorism to mean that although we mature, we hold on to our ambitions as they set the foundations for who we are.
One of my favorite memories as a child was putting on my pink leotard and matching tutu to dance in front of a large window in my living room. I loved to watch my reflection as I did my uncoordinated three-year-old dances. Twirling, jumping, and spinning, my family would always cheer me on with loving adulation. My confidence was always high when I was dancing in front of the window with my supportive family behind me. I would proudly dance in front of the window, often without music, until my small body was too tired for an encore.
In the immediate future, I’m determined to finish high school while being in the top ten percent and go to college to further my education, and to become a physician. The goals I hope to have acquired soon are receiving scholarships and finding ways to pay for college because I know college is expensive. I don’t want my poor financial condition to impede me from obtaining the education I strive for. My ultimate goal in life is to positively impact the world as a doctor, but as a highschool student, I’m currently focused on my local community.
My world is an exciting and thrillful ride nearly each and every day. When it comes to my life nothing ever appears to be boring. Whether I am doing something with my family or within my community or spending time at school there is never a dull moment. At school I could be leading my class in discussion. I could be volunteering at local businesses in my community. Or, simply helping my little brother with his math homework. Nevertheless these are all activities that help shape me and the dreams that I will strive towards.
My life wasn’t always so chaotic and hellish. I had a life once , a real one, but I was forced into this“better” make-believe version. Now here I am, standing on the ledge, with no parachute to catch me in my decent. Staring down into the vaporous abyss that is, my ticket out. All I have to do is leap, and gravity will carry out the rest.