Too Awful or too awesome?
Decide is one of the most difficult thinking that everyone can have in the life. Perhaps. Every day, every time, we are making quick decisions and we don’t notice it. In the life we have innumerable decisions to make. Leaving everything you have like your job, school, and home besides get a new beginning is a big desicion to meake and that is the way of how this story begins.
Once I finished High school in Venezuela, I followed the common tradition which is study in another country with a different language than Spanish. That was my first step. I had to decide where to study. But in that scenery wasn’t too problematic to move on. I had just eighteen years old, I did not have something to …show more content…
Once I had the opportunity to start I began to study ESL Classes. Trying to improve my English. But I couldn´t find a job. Later I thought what my skills are. If I could begin my own business in Venezuela, I can do it again here. So that is what I did. My first plan was an IT. I had the knowledge, because I studied Computer Engineering before. I couldn´t graduate, but I had enough awareness and knowing to do that job so I printed about a thousand business cards and with my bike I rode from the 114th Street to the 12th street of Doral, knocking doors, looking for costumers that wanted my service. After a while I had at least twelve costumers that called me at least who times in the week. With that I was able to buy a car and keep offering my service repairing computers, networks, and anything concerning with a computer. After a while I found a job in a CCTV store, giving technical support. With that money a continued studying and buying DJ equipment. After a year, I had
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Alright, this is something defiantly NoSleep worthy. There’s no doubt in my mind. It’s really weird, maybe (I’m hoping) you guys can’t help me figure out what exactly went down. But, first. You need to know everything I know. So, here it is:
I attended school from the age of six. Even my family to be from a poor origin, I took good grades at school. I studied hard because my parents always told me how was important the knowledge in our lives. I studied during all my life in public schools, concluding my high school in 1994, in a humble public school in the country of the Mato Grosso State. In 2008, I had the opportunity to conclude the course of Human Resources by São Paulo University, in Brazil, giving a huge proud for my father and mother.
I was impressed by a good friend of mine when she mentioned about the classes she was taking at my home country there in La Paz Bolivia, South America. My friend’s emotion, passion, and energy when counting me about her experience by at that time doing her internship in an agency in that, later on, she would become the Director until the present, made me think that Social Work is the career that I want to pursue. I enrolled in the social work career and I finished it working in an NGO. In that agency, I worked with several woman migrants from rural areas, that wasn't inserted in the labor force and that several of them were the breadwinners. I started my life experience as a social worker there, and that experience inspired me to continue my education years later. After have worked and lived in my hometown for several years I decided to move to this country which would give me more opportunities to work and study., but I had to face one little problem here, at this moment that problem was the propulsion that helped me to stay here to apply for a master classes at this time. I didn’t speak the English language, I just knew the basic but I saw that starting as an ESL student I would one day to learn this language and look for a job I wanted to perform. That job was to have a spot as a Social Worker in some place I would be welcomed to work.
“Tendrás que trabajar mucho y no tendrás el tiempo para aprender suficiente inglés e ir a la Universidad.” “You’ll have to work hard and won’t have the time to learn enough English to go to college” This was my welcoming to the American Dream. Being 21 years old and only knowing how to say “hi”, those words meant the end of my aspiration. Like an omen, three months later, I found myself making pillow cases and mattress covers in Brooklyn. Nevertheless, I decided to defy the odds by attending ESL classes Monday and Wednesday evenings Manhattan ,and on Sunday mornings in Queens. Since 2009, I was on a hiatus from college. But, I knew that learning English was the only way back to it. Despite suffering from sleep deprivation at that time, I persevered until the day I received my admission letter.