Personal Narrative: Why I Need To Leave Away From School

My decision to go back to school in the fall of 2012 was one of the hardest decisions I have ever made. I’m a stay at home mom of 4 boys with 2 of them being special needs. My oldest was born with a rare genetic condition called hereditary spastic paraplegia and my youngest son was born with a rare condition called Dravet Syndrome that requires 24/7 care. I was at a point in my life where I had lost my identity of who I was and I wanted to be me again. I made that important decision to go back to school for myself with the fear of how I was going to do it, but I knew that it was right. It took me 3 years to complete my AS but with the support of my husband and kids I was able to receive my degree. I worked hard and was able to juggle being

It is pretty cool that you had the same teacher for three years and that you liked her. It is nice to be reminded that there are teachers who care so much about their students and it is sweet that she wrote you letters over summer break. She is definitely a teacher that leaves a memorable impression on her students. It is too bad that college was a lot more difficult than you expected, but congratulations on deciding to go back and finish. I honestly do not know if I would be able to go back to school after stopping, however, maybe after discovering that I need an education in order to move up in my career then possibly my opinion would be different. I agree that this program is a lot of work, yet there is no doubt that it pays off.

The hum of fans, the spinning of the disk in its tray. Sitting on my soccer ball beanbag chair that I got for my 11th birthday with a controller in my hands. As a kid, in Washington state, on school days we were not allowed to play video games during the week. Summer was the break from school and the time for lots and I mean lots of video games.  Before I could hit that power button, I had to do something I despised, hated, and avoided like it was the plague. I… had… to… read.

I always believed that things would just work out in the end. That I did not need to be wrapped up in over complicated situations because they would unravel themselves. I had this idea that I would grow up, go to college, and then get a job. My older brother Joseph had a similar idea. He started at the University of Dayton in August of 2015, but decided to come back home to our house in Bucks County at the end of October in 2015. His simple decision of “college wasn’t for me” had single handedly ripped me from my cozy reality that “everything works out” and had pitted my family against one another.

It all started on a Friday the day I got off for spring break. I had just got home from school and I had went up to my room to get on my IPad and texting my friends to hang out with some friends. Then, around 4:00 my parents had come up to my room all happy and excited to tell me the greatest news ever. Then, they say, “We are moving to Findlay.” At first, I thought they were joking, but then they keep saying they were not joking about anything and I really just didn’t know what to say about this. I started to ask why we would ever move away and they said “your father got a job transfer.” Then I started to think about it and I just didn’t want to do this at all. Then for the rest of the day I just sat up in my room trying not to think about

I made the personal choice to come back to school, based on an injury; that happened in winter of, 2015-2016. It was a decision that was made because of talking to a University I wanted to go to. I was told, it was my best route to return to Halton to upgrade my marks, and apply when I finish my upgrading. The decision was also made on something I thought I wanted to do a long time ago, back in high school. In high school, I went a different path in college, and with the injury, I was able to return to the path I wanted to take. Plus I learned, I now have the maturity and, confidence to go into the program, I originally wanted. Plus some of my past education brought me back to this path for success.

I was in 7th grade and didn't know everything was about to change. My mother wanted to get a job and this meant she wouldn't be able to be my teacher anymore. My parents decided, after three years of homeschooling to send me to public school. This was so it would be easier for my mother to get a job and not have to deal with being our teacher as well, because that would be too stressful. I didn't know very many people and wasn't used to being with large amounts of people for long periods of time. Eventually, I got settled in and started to make friends.

I Am happy to be in 7th grade but also I’m not. I really like summer! I’m scared this year about 7th grade. I am afraid I will not get my book points, and my homework done. This year we have a lot of “new” things to get used to like schedule, teachers, computers, and grades. Last year we never had that many responsibilities. I also like having new responsibilities because it prepares us for high school. My favorite book I have ever read was Because of Winn Dixie it was a really good book! One of my goals this year is to get out of teen biz!

One reason I struggled in high school was because of hanging out with the wrong group of friends. When I was a freshman I had many “friends” (as many do when they first start high school.) By the time I was a senior I had two friends out of the whole group of friends I started with my freshman year. Hanging out with bad influences not only got me into drugs but got me into thinking it was okay to come home 3 nights out of the week at 2 am, when my curfew was at 11 pm. At that point in my life I was dealing with my mother’s sickness alone and feeling like I would never be good enough for anyone. I went to the drugs and told myself that I was “forgetting” everything. Sadly I didn’t figure out how bad I was ruining my high school years until I

S- My strategy is too have an early shift at work that ends in the early afternoon so I have the rest of the afternoon and evening to complete the course work for each class.

"Just like the rest of my family, I wasn't made for school" she said, with a matter of fact tone. I sat there appalled by her statement, "did she truly believe that?" I asked myself. "Everyones made for school, Bailey" I said, "You're just not trying hard enough." I couldn't comprehend why she was allowing preconceived notions placed upon her by her family, stop her from getting her education. Why was she allowing herself to fail? I believe that with education everyone has the potential to become something great, no matter where you come from and who your family is, and I would help her until she believed it too.

As I rolled over to shut off the cacophonous sound that came from my iPod, realization hit me hard and I gasped in excitement for what would take place today, and fell off the bed in a moment of elation. Today I would be getting braces, and I couldn’t wait until they were on. I continued to lie on the floor, not wanting to get up from my comfortable, yet awkward, position next to my bed, as well as thinking about how “amazingly awesome” this would be, until I got snapped out of my thoughts as I heard my mother yelling at me from the kitchen.

I can be pretty bad at introductions, but I’m Tyler Matthews. I like sleeping, Netflix, and Chipotle burrito bowls. I’m 14 years old, born July 5th 2001. I’m the type of person to be super organized, not likely to be late, and I guess you could say I’m a little “OCD”. My parents got divorced when I was in first grade, so I pretty much travel between my parents' houses. I’m the only child and it’s pretty great.

I absolutely hate school, but that all changed when intersession rolled around! Intersession was the only time I actually had fun at school and did not want to go home! I enjoyed Lifetime Sports because it had Archery, Ping-Pong, and we went to Studio G, it was amazing!

A goal that I set for myself in the past is not continuing my education right after high school. I did not succeed with my goal as I did not set out to find the information that is needed to get financial help to achieve my goal. Coming from a migrant family, the responsibility we had was to help out the family, my parents did not speak English so my sister and I where the ones helping with translation for them. Being just recently graduated I did want to attend college but I did not want to leave my Mother and Father behind without the help my sister and I where to them, so my hopes with going off to college where placed on a standstill. I did not see the bigger picture, I did not see that by going off to college my parents would be fine