I was able to work out a full-time work schedule with my boss while committing to a full-time school schedule. This was overwhelming, but with positive attitude and support, I could accomplish the goal. Furthermore, the one thing I was worried about the most was the fact that I was not going to be able to spend as much time with my daughter, who needs me. Thankfully, my mom and dad were willing to come and stay with my daughter and I while I was going to school during the day and work during the evenings. After attending school for a couple of months, everything seemed to fall into place and all my schedules seemed to be working well together.
Compounding to my feeling of alienation and discouragement, were many classmates that found it fun to mock me for my appearance and how I spoke. My single mother and I relocated every time she found a better job opportunity, which lead to my nine school transfers. Consequently, there were years where I commuted two hours every day to get to school and back. Moreover, I had to attend schools where students dealt and used drugs.
She soon realized that she had a passion for learning. Dorothea being the oldest of three children ran her household at a every young age. She also began to teach some of her siblings how to read and write. When she was just 12 years old Dorothea ran away from home to her wealthy grandmother’s house in Boston and then soon after moved to her aunts home in Worcester Massachusetts. (Encyclopedia Britannica).
One of my experiences with failure took place when I was in fourth grade. There were many problems accumulated and I was a child who needed people to see if I did my homework or study for the test, because I couldn’t concentrate and was distracted by anything in the room. My brother also had problems that year, he needed more attention because he didn’t get along with his math teacher and my Mom was always after him with the homework; otherwise he would have failed Math at the end of the year. In fourth grade, the teacher that was assigned to us was one of the strict teachers that were in that school and I think that was too much for a student in fourth grade. In the first day of school, I realized I was with some of my friends in my class
My “threshold guardian: was most likely myself and my fears. At first, it took me a while to accept my responsibilities and get over my fear of failing and getting nowhere. Now that I am within the “unknown” there are many challenges that I face every day and will continue to face. There is the challenge of finding out what I want to study in college, doing well on standardized tests, and getting good grades in all of my classes. There are also temptations I have to face such as choosing whether to hang out with friends or do the homework that is due the next day.
This was by far the most difficult challenge I faced in connecting with my students. While students became pretty eager to attend the FIG session throughout the semester, they were not as enthusiastic about doing things outside of the class. The first event I tried to organize was a study session in preparation for the first round of midterms. I chose a location that was very central to where many of them lived and on a day of the week that they said was best. Throughout the week, I constantly reminded them about the study group session, however, on the day of the event, I sadly only had two students attend.
My grandmother was the nurse that inspired me to pursue the profession. I am so thankful that she is still here to witness me getting closer to that goal. I’ve always wanted to fulfill her foot steeps and make her proud. I am the first one in my family to attend college, and I am very proud of myself for this accomplishment, but it has been a very tough road getting to this place. As most of my family is working class that did not attend college I was expected to get a job right after high school.
I have poor grammar and already know I will struggle with English next semester. My short-term goals are to pass all my classes this semester, do my work on time, and get a job. I need to pass my classes on my first try, especially since I want to go to nursing school. I know I will be competing with many to get in; therefore I need to turn my work in on time and get good grades. Also, I need to get a job so I have money coming in, since I didn’t get awarded a work-study.
Middle school, however, was a great challenge for me. As middle school began, hard working and social life had shaped a hefty problem for me. Middle school brought forth harder work, and attending a different school expunged almost all of my previous friends. I began to work much harder as a student, because I felt that it was important to receive superb grades. However, this affected my life with friends in later years.
From the age of four until the age of fifteen it was always just my mom and I. She always put me first. She worked hard to make sure I had everything I needed, even if that meant not buying something she wanted for herself. She allowed me to have endless opportunities throughout school and extracurricular activities. She enrolled me in gymnastics, dance, and basketball.
We had such a relationship that she wrote a recommendation letter for me when I was applying for scholarships. It had been over eight years since she taught me but because of the impact she made on my life we stayed in contact and she knew of every club and every position I ever attained in high school. Mrs. Mackey was definitely functioning at the stage four level of teaching and she was a
My father set the dream of his son going to college and obtaining a degree. And my mother set the standard for hard work when she had to raise two children, by herself- after my father had passed away. She set the standard by being a single mother, working two full time jobs as a Registered Nurse and getting her Bachelors of Science in Nursing. Something that took her my whole life to obtain. She wanted to be a Nurse since she was sixteen and never lost that drive to obtain that goal.
August 15, 2014: I got a call from a mother who had seen my babysitting ad at the local market. She urgently needed someone to start watching her twin, three-year-old boys four times a week. My initial thought was, "Can I take care of two toddlers by myself?" The only reason I wanted a job was to help my mom pay the bills. Eventually, I learned that I love spending time with them.
Moving to the United States was not an easy journey for my family and I. I had to get integrate to a new society which meant a changing to my traditional lifestyle and habit and learning a new language and culture. In high school, I adapted well because many courses were not too vigorous, and the classes moved at a slower pace. On the contrary, college requires juggling multiple classes and adapting to the new college life. For eighteen years of my life, I had never spent more than two days away from my parents, so it was quite difficult at first. When I first started college, I pursued a major that I have no interest in.
I am married with a one daughter who will be heading to college next fall and she is definitely a large and important part of my life. As a family, we have traveled regularly with trips to various warm locations – any place that isn’t the rainy Northwest in winter. For the past 15 years, I’ve worked for a telecommunications company in technical project management and