My Parents Essay

“I got a C. I didn’t know how to do anything,” I told her glumly. Mom took my face in her hands.

My goals were whispered to me through her words and actions. Basically, she believed in me and in my ability to be successful in spite of circumstances that might indicate otherwise. When I learned I was assigned to her class, I cried and begged my parents to move me to the other teacher where my friends were. She had the reputation of being the “hard” teacher. In retrospect, having her was a blessing. I excelled in her class and emerged with a stronger and more positive belief in myself and my abilities to achieve.I graduated from high school and found myself at a crossroads. I knew I wanted to go to college, but I had little direction and far less confidence. It was one thing to excel for my third grade teacher but a far different thing to excel in college. I begin to think that maybe my becoming a teacher was about as likely as me becoming a football player for the Denver Broncos. As a first generation college student, the idea of going to college seemed more like a dream than a reality. I had not received preparation in high school and my parents, both high school drop-outs, were unable to guide or help me. I got off to a very slow and hesitant start. The first year was difficult but I did not give up. At first, it bothered me a little that I was not at WVU living in the dorms with all the popular kids from school. But then I remembered that the building didn’t matter because I still carried school with me

Growing up, I’d always been expected to do well in school. Which isn’t out of the ordinary, every parent wants their child to be successful and have a beneficial career. So, since good grades were what my parents expected that’s what I got. All throughout elementary, I strived to do my absolute best in every subject. At my sixth grade graduation I was awarded the Presidential Award for Academic Achievement, in my junior high years I did well as well. My eighth-grade year I achieved my goal of obtaining a 4.0 G.p.a. The first year of high school was nerve-racking but I still managed to keep my grades up. However, Sophomore year was definitely a bump in the road for me. In all my ten years of being in school (including head start and kindergarten)

About four years ago, I was just starting my first year of high school. During my previous tenure in middle school, I was basically an average student with multiple C’s and barely passing classes. So when I entered high school, I was not that enthusiastic about it and I continued the trend of not really caring about my grades in the 9th grade. As I became more aware of the opportunities I could get by receiving good grades, I began to actually care more about school and tried to get good grades. I began to do something that I never did before,

“I think the extra push will help you get your grades up. One day you’ll thank your mother for starting to push you so hard,” Mrs. Hyre cut in.

First and foremost, I am more than thankful for my parents. I don’t know what I would do without them. They have done so much for me to build me into the person I am today. They gave me immense love when I was down; they gave me a breath

By the time I entered the third grade, my parents were divorced and my mom was diagnosed with bipolar, depression and I was diagnosed with ADHD. My mom has always stressed the importance of working for what I wanted. As a kid, I developed a strong passion for technology, which inspired me to come to the University of West Georgia to pursue Computer Science. My first semester here at the University, I found out through Facebook that one of aunts had passed away. I was devastated because I visited her before going off the school and even though she was in the hospital I thought that she was going to be okay. Also, I had already lost two of my other aunts the same year and they had all died three months apart. I didn’t want tell my mom that

When you have an absent father, and a mother who is too busy trying to find where the next meal will come from, there seems to be no purpose for excelling in school. This was my mentality all the way into high school. Even so,during my freshmen year my concentration shifted solely to taking care of my mother. I will never forget sitting in the podiatrist office and receiving the news that both of her feet were collapsing. It was as if the entire world stopped and all colors had faded. To know, that I would have to carry the burden my mother held on her shoulders for so long, made me sick to my stomach. However, I had no time to grieve. With my father completely out of the picture, I had to take hold of the reigns.While this is no excuse, this is why my freshman year grades are far from

Ever since freshman year I have been challenged with the problem of family issues as well as needing to raise my grade point average. In the beginning of ninth grade, my little sister and I were taken away from my mom then placed into foster care with family friends. While staying in their care, they didn’t very much care about the grades that I had, which reflected on me not caring, so my grades plundered my freshman year until my dad received custody of me. Once he gained custody is when I moved from Tennessee to California. It was a tremendous adjustment for me because I was moving away from my entire family I was raised with, to be living with my dad, my half-brother, along with my half-sister; whom I had only visited four or five times

Also, I didn’t try my best like I would usually do. Like I know deep down inside me I am a A and B student. So for me to tolerate C’s, D’s, and F’s lowkey mad at myself. But, the funny thing Is that I didn't even try or honestly didn’t care until it was to late. Like instead of doing my homework, I would Talk to friends who honestly don’t care about me. Also, not going to sleep until 2am played a major part of

I work hard to earn my good grades; they aren’t handed to me. Sometimes, their reactions bring me down. Most of the time I brush it off. I don’t want to boast and make them feel bad, but I’m also never ashamed of the grades I earn.

The transition from middle school to high school was difficult for me. I’d gone to very a progressive middle school where the students basically got to choose their own curriculum. I’d never had grades or a standard structure of any kind to measure my academic performance. Saint Mary’s, my high school, is college prep so the teachers move quickly, I am graded on everything, and expectations in general are much higher. For all of ninth grade I felt like I had been tossed into the deep end without knowing how to swim, and my grades reflected that mentality. Summer before tenth grade, I knew I couldn’t continue performing so poorly, so I began to study and to try and get a jump start on the next year’s curriculum. When school started I put much

When I spoke to her she said she was upset that I was getting good grades. When I asked her why she said she didn’t know why, but I knew it was because she likes to be the best and she does not like anyone doing better than her. I just left her alone for a while and after a couple of hours everything was okay.

I often wondered if my mother would have chosen to immigrate to the United States of America, after repatriating to Holland, to begin a new life from absolutely nothing but the clothes on our backs for the second time, if my parents had stayed together. Was it their divorce that inspired Mom to lead us on our path to prosperity? Eventually I understood that my Mom’s ultimate motivation was her vision of a brighter future for her family, regardless of her marital status. In Holland, Mom could not bare to watch her mother be the sole breadwinner and living off a Dutch government's subsidized income was equally unacceptable. Following Aasje’s death, Evie observed Oma, overcome with grief, lose her spirit, and she aspired for a better life

No one can’t meet a family like mine’s. My family is well diversified. Every family member plays an important role in all my family’s lives. In my family, there are four people: my father, my mother, my little brother and me. My father is one who brings money home and is also responsible for organizing and planning family trips. My mother is the one who is in charge for making meals and makes sure everyone eats at the appropriate times. My little brother is the pet of the family. He actually doesn’t have any responsibilities, for he’s the pet. I am the rock of support in my family. I always go beyond my parents’ expectations. I also support my younger cousins and little brother, by being a role model that they can look up to. Another