In June of 1918, I graduated with a bachelor's degree in Criminal Justice from Oregon State University. The next step in my life was to dive straight into law school, but I knew I wanted to get out of Oregon and see more of the world. Most people think of traveling west, but I wanted to travel east, to Chicago. I had read about Chicago in the papers and seen black and white pictures of the city since I was young, and it always looked like such an amazing city to live in. When I told my parents of my desire to continue my study of law in Chicago, they helped me to move into the city and supported me in everyway that they could.
However, I decided to drop out of the University of Chicago’s law program after only one semester. I lost the desire that I had to study law within just one semester, and I knew that I couldn’t go a single day in my life being an actual lawyer. Everytime I sat in one of my classes, it felt as though the life was being drained out of my head through a protruding straw from my nose. I knew that I didn’t want to be a lawyer, but I had no idea what I did want to do with my career. It’d be extremely expensive to go back to college for another bachelor’s degree, and I didn’t want my parents to know that I quit law. Since
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He was a rather tall and thin man who looked to be in his mid twenties, the same age as me, maybe. He had thick, black hair that he gelled back to expose his forehead. His eyes were a bright blue, which seemed to juxtapose his dark hair extraordinarily. He gave me a look up and down for a second, then gave me a light laugh with a full smile. “Need a drink already? It’s only half past noon.” He moved out of the doorway to let me in, then closed and locked the door again behind me. Despite it being the early months of winter, it was still extremely bright outside, so I was more than relieved to be in a darker environment instead of the brighter
I have always had an interest in the criminal justice field, but my greatest influence was in the eighth grade when a police officer, Michael Owens, gave me my first ever West Virginia Legal Codes book. By giving me this book, he influenced me a lot. He showed me that I could do anything I set my mind and that he believed in me, just by giving me a simple book. Since then, I have committed to my decision of becoming a lawyer and is why I now take Criminal Justice courses at my local technical school.
Migrating to Raleigh in Aug. 2012, I had to decide between a community college and a four-year university to further my education. Evaluating my financial standing and my parent’s emotional condition of immigrating to a new place, I took the decision to take some time off. My studies had never been interrupted before, and had always been my top priority. During my time off I helped my parents entirely from their state paperwork to getting to know Raleigh as their new home. In Jan. 2013 I joined a nearby community college and worked my way juggling between my classes, work, and family.
College may be the best and most important time of my life. I get the opportunity to make new friends, try new things, and to begin learning about things that I’m truly interested in. I’m slightly unsure of the exact direction I want to take with my life, but as proved in Just Mercy by Bryan Stevenson, as long as I choose to follow my passion I will end up doing the right thing in life. Whilst Bryan Stevenson has the profound passion of justice and mercy, my passion is very different. My passion in life is to provide dogs with better eye care.
One of the proudest moments of my life came in 2012 when I received my Associate of Arts degree and graduated as the class valedictorian. I realize that for some people earning a two year degree may seem like no big deal, but the fact that I did it while incarcerated at San Quentin made it extraordinary for me. Before coming to prison, I had failed at my two previous attempts at junior college without earning a single unit. It would take getting locked up and separated from society,before I 'd start to buckle down. I was 33-years old when I completed my first Coastline College course in Geology and received an A.
From Mr. steal yo’ crayons to a young 18 year old man. Truly thankful to have been able to maintain focus and strive closer to my goals each and every day. A major accomplishment that I have attained so far, would be competing and being selected to represent Oregon at various symposiums and conferences throughout my high school career. Thus far, I have been granted scholarships and have had the ability to travel to large cities and beautiful states such as Camarillo, California; Chicago, Illinois; Washington D.C.; and will soon be travelling to Atlanta, Georgia. From conducting scientific field studies around Channel Island University in California to strolling down the streets of D.C. using a blend of my Hispanic and American mindset to present
Improvement is something that is always welcomed in my family, my parents taught me to believe that you can be great but there is always room to be better. From a young age that has been instilled into my head and I continue to believe in it. From taking JROTC, the program has helped me to improve a lot over the two years. I began this year with low rated decision making and time management skills, this quarter I have improved. While I have improved in other areas I got worse in my self-esteem.
As a young intelligent man, he was expected to earn a degree from a respectable University and then begin earning money for his family. “After sex and a half years of legal maneuvers and delay tactics, Horace Ward would finally have his day in court.” Fighting for over six years just to get a date in court to have a chance at enrolling eventually became too much for Ward. So after dedicating years to trying to get into UGA he eventually enrolled in Northwestern University in order to obtain his Law Degree. “Whenever I was on military leave, I met with my legal advisors, I made it clear to them that I didn’t think I could invest more than one more year in the UGA case.
My dad’s job opportunity halfway across the country would later be one of the most eye-opening experiences of my life, so far. I laughed, hysterically on the verge of tears, the moment I left ISC for the first time. Looking at my mom I said, “they don’t offer ap-calc, and I’m signed up for drama.” Not only did I lose my place of belonging, but now I was signed up for classes I didn’t need. I had lied back then, it wasn't just that I couldn't take ap calculus, it was how my mindset was focused on not being able to influence lives.
Just as with many of my previous academic moments it continued the drive I had already had. While my education continued to teach me valuable lessons and give me hands on experience I began to gain a stronger sense rooted in development and the protection of others by hopefully continuing my education at Loyola University Chicago in the Masters of Social Work/Masters of Arts in Social Justice Program which would give me the opportunity to not only eventually become a social worker with the Department of Social Services (DSS), with a school, or a guardian ad litem but to do that work effectively with the chance that would be afforded to me of an academic background steeped in social work as well as social justice teachings. This program in particular continues the undergraduate work and furthers my education on my path to my
Suck up and beg this is what students are not only expected but told to do to get any scholarship. The Cupp Scholarship has seen its fair share of scholarship essays. In fact, I am sure you, as scholarship committee members, have read countless sob stories. However, today I am not writing to your organization to suck up or beg for money.
One night, during the cold winter, I walked along the side walk to reach the local store down the block. As I walked out, before I can realize it, I was dropping down onto the concrete while bullets swiftly passed me. I then began to run back home, but I wanted to keep running. Away from Chicago, away from the west side. Growing up in Chicago, it was easy to assume that there was nothing different beyond the blocks of my streets.
College would be a fresh start, the road to a good job and future. I’m still not sure what I want to do with my life. The typical path is trying for professional football, but I’m not interested in the sport. Jobs I have shown interest in were the ones my “friends” laughed at. When you think of an elementary school teacher, you rarely picture a man doing that job.
While attending classes for education when I was younger, I came to the realization that I did not want to become a teacher. Since I was working many hours and trying to get ahead financially, I decided to drop out of school. In hindsight, a better choice would have been to switch to a Liberal Arts degree. I have explained to my son that if I had completed any degree when I was younger, it would only be necessary for me to attend a few classes in order to receive a certificate instead of starting over from the beginning. He has witnessed the difficulties that I face trying to juggle an already hectic schedule with completing my schoolwork.
Growing up, for most people, going to college is not an option- its an expectation. In our society, going to college has become a fundamental part of our education, becoming an adult, and for most people just simply part of our lives. However, as people grow up and experience reality, the realization hits that college may not be as simple as once thought. As much as attending college is expected from the majority of young people, dropping out of college is not. Even with the idealization of the college experience, some students are forced to cut their education short due to a plethora of issues.
Last summer was a special year in my lifetime. I was doing two jobs but nothing seems to be good for me. I spent time thinking about how I can make it in life, so I spoke to my friend Jedidah and she said: “education is the key to progress and knowledge is everyone’s power.” In view of that, I decided to go to college to leave a better life. I had the opportunity to go to the college of my choice but the only activity to pass on is to clarify whether to be a commuter or stay on campus.