Why I Was Little School

As a young boy, I never truly put much into school. I put as little thought about college as well, but it took one moment that made me want the desire to succeed in my life and make something of it. Working for 12 straight hours in the middle of the hot sun, making minimum wage wasn't how I wanted to live. Going to multiple jobs and having to work all weekend, even during school occasionally was extremely difficult. This just gave me that extra drive to be more superior than anyone else. Yet, I never gave up and still pushed to be the best student I could be. Staying up late nights just to finish homework so I was able to make the best grade in class. The simplest moments in life made we want to be the best

I grew up in poverty with a small family, which consisted of my mother, sister, two step brothers, and my father who has a no contact order with my sister and me. Many of my peers often complain about how much they hate school and would rather be at home. But for me school was my escape from another world. A world I have no choice but to withstand. A world where shootings are common, where drugs are everywhere, where police patrol every Tuesday and Thursday; the darker side of Seattle. With both my parents being immigrants coming from war-torn countries we had no choice where to live, to eat, and to learn. As a family, we had no help from anyone so we had to keep our head up and persevere.

Time and time again I've found myself declaring education as the central pillar of my growth and development, that of which has been consistent throughout my life and educational career. From the age of 8 I've attributed school and learning as a way to escape the outside world, both willingly, and as an involuntary coping mechanism; school was a refuge, a safe place where I could build healthy relationships and escape my worries. I felt valued by my teachers, and I was given opportunities to contribute to a community, and for the first time felt autonomous- and that I could control my future.

An average person spends about 9% of his or her life in school. That’s roughly 14,000 hours in school from the time you enter kindergarten, until the time you graduate high school. Growing up we almost always swear that going to school is the worst possible thing our parents could ever make us do. We thought of it as a punishment rather than a privilege. I had these same emotions majority of my school career, until I met the one teacher who made me excited to come to school every day.

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

You have other cases where school is not a big priority or a big motivator because the school itself may be run down and can only make the most out of the limited resources the school budget has allowed. In other cases you may have been influenced by peer pressure or friends as this is only option for a way of life.

When I was growing up, my parents expected me to do great in school and they taught me that getting a good education was your ticket to living a nice and successful life and career, and in order to do well in school I would have to study and get good grades. I actually enjoyed school for the most part. I was that kind of person that actually studied and did homework to the best of my ability. Getting a good education is very important to get a successful career and life.

From my days as a little kindergartener till now, I have always taken school very seriously and worked hard to be an honor roll student. I have never missed a day of school in my entire life and I have never failed to turn in an assignment. I have always been determined to be the best in my class and never give up. What drives me to work hard, are the lessons my parents have instilled in my mind at an early age. Since I was little, my parents have preached the importance of school and working hard for my future. Their lessons have taught me profoundly and I can’t thank them enough.

Throughout my entire childhood and now of being in school, was like having someone holding a gun to my head forcing me to go. The gun was my mother and her bullets were her words, so every day she pulling the trigger for me to get to school. There was no option of me staying in to watching television, staying in bed, or even staying in my night gown till the next school day. There was none of that, even if I tried to miss the bus she leash her rapid bullets for the whole drive there. Every day I had an excuse not to wake up at 530 in the morning to get ready for school, it was horrible. Now imagine, being woken up already showered, dress, eaten breakfast and yet you still don’t have the energy, mind set, or soul to go to school. Let me give

Education is the key to success and without it you will not have a future. That is embedded in my brain. As a teenager you listen to your parents nag on you all the time about school and just think it’s easier said than done. But for me I lived through paradigm, my mom went back to school while raising us and working two jobs. She graduated from ASU with a 4.0 GPA and was honored and on the news because of all she’s done and went through in her lifetime. I have a difficult enough time doing my homework and going to basketball training. My mother went to school full-time, had two jobs, cooked for us, cleaned, paid bills, went to our games and still managed to get a 4.0. She always tells us if I can do it you can. Nothing in life comes easy you have to work for it, then you will be a success, if it is just given to you then you will never recognize the value of it.

Growing up my grandpa always always told me, “You are so lucky you get the privilege to go to school everyday and learn. Back in my day, school was not as important, and it has really affected my life now.” These words really impacted my view on getting an education. My home culture impacted my view of school culture because I value an education, my parents setting are me up for success, and learning life can throw anything at you.

Education motivates self-assurance and provides us with the things we need to partake in today's world. It makes us more independent and aware of what is going on in the world today, along with the awareness of opportunities and rights. It offers a greater understanding of one's capability and potential as

When I was a kid, school for me was waking up early in the morning. I also have to study a lot in school, then after school I have to do homework. I remember my first day at school. My mom and dad, both were so happy and prepared but I was so nervous and cheerless. I didn’t like to wake up early in the morning for school , but as time flew by I started loving school which made me wake up with energy instead of tiredness. I began to enjoy the school as I made new friends and I got to know how it is like when you meet people out of your neighborhood. With my friends I had lunch together and study together. I started to understand what the purpose of the education system. Based on what I understood I think the purpose of education is really aimed at helping students get to the point where they can learn to be on their own. In this journey of education I had a lot of positive and few negative experiences,but the negative experiences also helped me growing. Positive experiences are my teachers helping me improve, and I improved more when I moved to the United States.

School, to me and among many peers of my age, is not a distant term. I have spent one-third of my life time sitting in classrooms, every week since I was seven years old. After spending this much time in school, many things and experiences that happened there have left their mark in my memory. Some are small incidences while some have had a great impact on me. However, regardless the degree of significance, things that happened all contributed to shape the person that I am now.