Education remains the root of all the change my family has gone through. My parent’s decision to leave their beloved country of Colombia, and immigrate to the United States of America, stemmed from their fear of losing our education. Everything that altered the cultural sustainability of my family connects to our view on the importance of education. Education was not common in my family before my parents, especially for the women. My great grandmother did not even go to high school because “before 1933 women in Colombia were only allowed schooling until middle school level education”, and my grandmother was only fortunate enough to finish high school. Different things always seemed to take priority when it came their lives. The title of mother and wife overshadowed the title of student or scholar. These two generations found comfort in staying close to home, cooking for their husbands, and raising their children well into their adult years. My parents were the only ones capable of breaking this pattern. Both my parents were the only ones out of five siblings to complete college. They studied architecture in the Universidad Pontificia Bolivariana. They met in college, where they still both lived at home, and began to date. Studying and finding a stable job constituted their priorities leading them to date for nine years. After graduating, my dad began to work in a construction company while my mom worked as an independent architect. My parents fully understood that working
Education has always been an important foundation upon which my family encouraged the most. Not just the education pertaining to structured schooling, but the fundamentals in life that require you to interact in society and be a part of something bigger than yourself. They demonstrated how to commit to values such as responsibility, motivation, and consistency; and, how to be open-minded and passionate about the things you believe in. These things all required a sacrifice in various ways. They always stress how “sometimes you need to give up something to get ahead, or how sometimes sacrificing the familiar and what you expect from yourself to get the results that you are seeking in the long run.”
The struggles I’ve had to see my parents face because they were never able to have the education they would have liked to have for themselves, as well as Booker T. Washington’s struggles and triumph make me value education more. So although you might not see education doing something for you in the long run trust me we all need it and without it you will never have the chance to see all the opportunities that are out there in store for each
My parents grew up in families with little parental direction. Attending school, overcoming adversity, getting a job and becoming successful were up to their own making. Although my parents did not go to college, they took advantage of other opportunities to better their lives so that my siblings and I would be able to attend universities. They worked hard to get jobs even without college degrees, and then worked harder to maintain those jobs; subsequently, this furthered their positions in their workplaces. By setting an example of making the most of what life has to offer, they influenced me to seize every opportunity that crosses my path. Going to college was not an opportunity my parents could take advantage of, but it is one that I can.
To begin, my immediate family is well-educated, meaning that both of my parents received a primary education, but also went on to study and graduate from universities. I believe this factor allowed me to succeed in coming to ISU, because my parents were able to recognize the significance of their higher education and how it correlated with their careers and current lifestyle. These factors contributed to my parents instilling in me the need to receive a college education in order to have more access to future opportunities.
My parents did not have many options. They come from very poor families and started working at very young ages, not having the opportunity to finish their basic education. They only went back to school to pursue their high school equivalency certificates in their forties (when I was
My grandparents did not have the opportunity to attend college. In fact, I learned that both of my grandfathers did not even complete high school since they were needed to help on the farm with their fathers. My mother and father were the first to leave home and attend college, with my father pursing a business degree and my mother an education degree.
I was born and raised in an isolated rural area where traditional agriculture is the main source of income of inhabitants, while the surrounding communities have the same life style. At that time, most of the families have no propensity to allow their children to get an education. Fortunately, my family is one of those few that allow their children to get an education; this path is still kept in the same trend by our family.
My dad went straight to work after high school and my mom stays at home. My dad’s sisters however all went to college and became an OBGYN, a bio-chemist, and a high school math teacher. Since I remember, my aunts have stressed the importance of school and college, and I did not take it lightly.
Economically my parents and their families were both very underprivileged and less fortunate. It was hard to maintain a house considering the large amount of siblings they each had. Since money and space was limited in my father’s house hold they would send the boys to an inexpensive boarding school till they reached the end of middle school. My Father dropped out when he came back home. He furthered his education in the U.S, by getting his license in Real Estate and becoming a realtor. My Mother and her siblings finished high school in the U.S. My mother went to Oxnard College and became an English Teacher, but now has her nursing license and is a visiting nurse. My parents both have the highest form of education among their fellow siblings.
See growing up in a large family like mines education was very important. Despite we didn’t have many to graduate from college put a lot of pressure on me. See my grandparents didn’t go to high school or college. So, they were real hard on their kids about go to school and graduate. So, made my parents hard on my brother and me about our education. My brother and me will be the first in our large family to graduate from college. My mom was real hard on me because she didn’t want me to go to in be like her. She had
I am a first generation student and will be the second daughter to acquire a college degree. My father graduated from high school in Mexico and moved to the United States at a young age to help my grandparents financially. As for my mother, she did not finish high school. My family has always
Thankfully, I was born in supportive and loving family. Both of my parents worked very hard to provide for the family. My dad was a skilled carpenter thereby, he would go to different parts of Nepal and India to work. On the other hand, my mom stayed home and worked. She would make Nanglo; a flat, round tray made of bamboo and sell those to earn some money. Besides that, she did various other works such as sewing, sharecropping etc. Even though she was busy most of the time she never failed to encourage me to study. She was the first one to teach me the importance of education even
Education was not a priority in my family. Either of my parents graduated high school and my sister was already failing and planning to drop out when she grew old enough. I on the other hand had loved to learn, my favorite
Economically, my parents work middle-class jobs. My father decided to continue his education through a carpentry apprenticeship program. For my mother, she went to a beauty school to become a cosmetologist. Due to their divorce,
After creating a family at such a young age, assimilating to a new country at the same time, and dealing with the constant battles of being a teenager, my parents were not able to further their education. My mother went straight to work in a factory, while my father went into carpentry. The most that I remember from my childhood was jumping from one baby sitter to the next until my grandmother finally decided to take that responsibility. Responsibility over me and my little sister was distributed between my grandmother and older sister. We pretty much raised ourselves, which is the reason we