I continued to press forward, completing my sophomore class president speech weeks ahead of time and even laminating it several days before speech day in an effort to present myself in a professional light. Unfortunately, despite my copious preparation, I lost again. Devastated, I refused to speak to the new class president for about a week following the results; however, I eventually re-befriended the latter and vicariously threw myself into preparing for the following year’s
His only regret was not having finished school. This inspired Dennis to go back to college and earn his degree to get out of his rut. I can relate to this. Prior to this class, I did not attend school for two years. Completely lost, I have been working multiple dead end jobs looking for my future career.
My father has recently become unemployed, and my mother is still recovering from surgery as I write this essay and is also unable to work. I know my parents support my decision to study abroad, but they must prioritize the day-to-day needs of my siblings and their medical bills, and as such they cannot possibly afford to aid me financially. Unfortunately, I have continued to put off participation in international education because of financial hardship. I distinctly remember during the fall of my freshman year of college not being able to afford a one-week international exchange program. I felt devastated as I wrote an email to the program director saying that I wanted nothing more than to participate but I did not have the monetary means to finance my voyage.
To be honest, it can suck and I felt like quitting after my sophomore year, but I reminded myself how much it meant to me. I thought about how much my life revolved around football, and how much my parents wanted to watch me play. I can tell you now, that I feel completely stupid for even thinking about quitting. RIght now I would not trade High School football for anything in the world. There is just something about being with my team, which has become more like a family to me.We
As I began to get older, I start to fall in love with a quote by Mark Twain, “whenever you find yourself on the side of the majority, it is time to pause and reflect.” Consequently by the time I recognized what the quote actually meant I was already too far down the rabbit hole and life was pulling my legs closer to the bottom. During my freshman year and like many other great tuba player in marching band I fell and broke my leg while square dancing in our show. Luckily during this part of the show I was not carrying my tuba, but after that year and moving to a different school, sad to say, I didn’t join marching band again. I was already at a point in my life where I needed to find a new hobby and I haven’t even turned 16 yet. So, I joined
When I was in fourth grade I maintained a high grade even though it was sort of a middle school atmosphere. My teacher recommended me to attend KIPP Academy Middle School due to my proficiency in public school. KIPP challenged my work ethic and showed me that oneself needs more than brute intelligence to be successful. I struggled when I first arrived because I
Two months had gone by before I was able to fully return to school. Overwhelmed with all the material I had missed, I simply struggled in returning. Test, quizzes, and homework from various classes began to conquer my confidence in a successful year. I soon accepted the false thoughts that consumed my determination, I had given up on the year not even half way through it. My grades began to dropping, all the hard work I had put in, over my high school career, for the sake of my GPA didn 't matter to me anymore.
Honestly, being here made me wish a thousand times that I would’ve focused on being someone inspiring to young and older generations a long time ago. Before coming to Job Corps, I had days when I was so depressed, I just stop doing what was right and from that point on, the street was the only I saw myself. The family was my enemy, friends were no longer there, at least the ones I thought I had. I didn’t want to talk to anyone because I had nothing positive to say. I can honestly say my biggest mistake I made as youngster, was me giving up on school.
It took me what seem like forever to be able to live out my dream of coming back to Texas Tech University. I told myself from the beginning of my college career that no matter what happens I will finish where I started not knowing what would soon happen. During second semester of my freshman year my father lost his leg due to an accident. Those times were the hardest not only for him but also for our family. My father lost his job, my mother had to work more and I made the choice to go back home to help out financially.
I continued my career throughout high school. My sophomore year was coming to an end, but unfortunately I was unable to practice due to the fact that I tore my hamstring. I was required to attend practices, and prepare for my return. Coaches were thinking about changes for next year, while getting us ready for nationals. Word on the mat was that requirements to make varsity were advancing.
I also asked that question when my mother and birth father divorced. I questioned why my father left and why my mom and I moved. What I realize now is that, without my parents divorcing, I could not have received the opportunities afforded to me. A few years after my mom got divorced, she remarried and I gained a man who I now call my dad. These two people always wanted
When school ended in June of 2015 I wanted to continue on to my senior with the rest of my classmates. I wanted to move on like nothing had happened but I knew deep in my heart that I was not prepared for my senior year. For a good time after the decision to repeat my junior year, I looked at it as a failure. I hold myself to high standards and I could I not believe that I would have this “blemish” on my record. I was angry at myself for even being depressed in the first place and I felt like I had failed the basic requirements of being a human being.