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Personal Narrative: My Journey To Texas

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When I was a Sophomore in High School my dad had been out of work for a couple and was forced to take a job in Odessa, TX , so he promptly moved to Texas to start his new job. My mother and I had to stay in California so I could finish high school and so she could take care of her parents. From then on, I was only really able to see my dad for a week every month or two and we were unable to keep the strong connection we had before. So as I started my college search I looked into colleges in Texas so I could live closer to him, and that is when I first came across Rice University. I knew with my high school grades I would not have been accepted, so I decided I would perform as well as possible at my State School and hope I could gain an

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