Returning to college has been an exciting and terrifying decision for me. My husband has encouraged me for 1-2 years, but my fear of failure overwhelmed me and kept me from pursuing my Bachelor’s Degree. I wasn’t even sure what I wanted to pursue. I’m now on this journey and ready for whatever it is that God has planned for me. I have worked hard encouraged my three kids as they transitioned their way through elementary school through middle school and on to high school and graduation. One of my daughters went on to become a Nuclear Engineer in the US Navy. I would frequently receive phone calls from her sobbing that she couldn’t do it and that she had no idea what she was getting herself into. As a mother, my heart broke, and I wanted to rush to her and save her from …show more content…
He did this all while working 50+ hours per week. I picked up extra responsibilities around the house to help him through the two years, and believe he set a great example for me as well. All of this was wonderful, but I still didn’t believe in myself. I knew that I had a great support system in my immediate family, but they are my family. They love me, and I felt that they would support me no matter what. It wasn’t until a doctor that I worked for saw my hard work and drive. He saw potential in me and encouraged me to return to school to receive my degree. He has a vision of his future business that includes me, and the only way that I can help him accomplish this vision is to do my part and get my Bachelor’s Degree in Business Administration. That being said, here I am. My heart and mind had to be ready. I’ve prayed, listened, argued with God, and prayed some more. God, my family, my friends, and the Holy Spirit give me strength every day. I know that this journey will not be an easy one, but I’m ready for it. I’m excited about what the future holds and all the possibilities God had planned for me. I can’t wait to see what comes
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Christopher McCandless was a free spirit. Ever since he was young he never needed to conform to society’s rules of how life should be lived. He was a fiercely intelligent human being who had a serious case of wanderlust. The idea of being free to travel and live life how he thought it should be lived, attracted him like bees to honey. To put it simply, McCandless was just a man who believed life should be lived a different way, and he went out to live his life that way.
After reality set in, as being the sixth child out of seven and wearing hand me downs, I should have realized I could not go away for school. Afterward, I did end up attending a local community college and working while in school for several years. However, I then took a five-year break before returning to college to a changed career path to become a nurse. At this time, I was in my early thirties, when I received a nursing diploma and completed an associate 's degree. Proud to say, I was the first and only of seven to graduate from college.
As we grow older and progress from the days of nap time and color books of kindergarten to the football games and school dances of high school we undoubtedly change a great deal. We change how we dress, what we like, and even who we are friends with, but through all this turnover there is one persistent question that remains, “What do you want to be when you grow up?”. I have always dreaded being asked this question partially because it is such an infinitely complex question that requires such a rudimentary answer but also because I have never truly realized what I wanted to be when I had ceased to grow. This was none more apparent than in my first month of kindergarten. It was about an hour towards the end of the school day when we were asked to answer the seemingly straightforward question.
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.
When my older sister went off to college, I had never seen a more driven, mature and intelligent 18 year old look so terrified and reluctant to leave her home just a few states away. Caroline had spent the majority of her high school years stressed, angry and tired, holed up in her single room acing more APs than I can count with two hands. My sister knew from the time she could read that success meant getting into an Ivy, even if the price was throwing away all human contact or not. Myself, was not so sure. I had been shaped by a front-row-seat to the 24-hour shows of a hormonal workaholic—years spent listening to crying, yelling, and disturbing silences from upstairs in Caroline’s room taught me that in order to earn a college acceptance,
With senior year of high school coming to a close, comes an overwhelming amount of stress about moving away to college. At the beginning of this school year, I was eager to leave and excited to go away, but I came to a realization that leaving home alarms me. At this point in time, I began to notice just how much my parents do for me and just ruminating about everything I would have to do on my own now, makes me nervous. School has never been an issue for me but what my friends say about college, makes it even more petrified to go. Being constantly asked questions like, “how do you always get your work done?” or “how do you have such good time management?” reassures me that I will do fine in college.
Fifteen and naïve, there was nothing my father could teach me that I already didn’t know or at least I thought. At times, I can still be seen weighing the many advices he gave me growing up. At the tender age of fifteen, my father decided to move back to Colombia. While it has taking me a while to forgive, I understand his many reasons for doing so. His leaving left some ramifications, especially for my mother and eleven year old sister.
“Remember why you started” is the motto if lived by since starting school three years ago, but I have come to realize this has been applied to other areas of my life. Coming back to school after nineteen years was not a hard decision, however I was definitely nervous. Growing up I never really felt a clear cut calling to be anything more than a wife and mother. I was married at nineteen and had my first child the same year. My husband and I knew early in our marriage that we were called to ministry.
In summary, I want to finish my degree plan to better myself, financial freedom, and to be a better example for my kids and husband. My kids are my main priority, but I think it is time to make room for myself and finish something I started 5 years ago. This has been a very long road to get to where I am now. I will not stop or quit this time.
After being done with my four years in college, I am planning to go straight into graduate school. I am up for this challenge even though it will be tough. Some might say that it is crazy to jump into graduate school after college, but I think it will benefit me in a way that my mind is still fresh and full of knowledge instead of taking a two or three year break. Then, I will look for a job after that; working in an environment in which I am studying for while in graduate school to help pay for my
I have overcome the previously mentioned adversities, with patience and resilience. My positive attitude has allowed me to conquer my problems no matter how complex. When I respond to an adversity postively and open-minded, then courage, character, and perseverance will then rise from me. As I believe if you do good, good will come to you. I have surrounded myself with incredibly positive people who guide me through my difficult and troubled times.
The choice to return to school in and of it's self is one that requires a great deal of thinking, research, preparation, and decisions. During the mix of applying to schools and financial aid, we sometimes lose track of the degree of deication and commitment that is required once returing to school, myself included. This is my thrid time returning to school, primarly for this reason. Althought I have failed to complete higher education, up until this point, I have drawn out a success plan this time, before even beginning to look for a potential school, to ensure not just my success but that of my family as well.
As a senior, it has come to my attention of what I consider my plans to be after high school. Some students develop a trade in such fields as: health care, technology, or automotive repair and go straight into their craft. You also are blessed to have those that make rash decision to devote their lives to the military fighting for our country. Last, but not least, there are students like myself who are eager for the four-year college experience. We, then have our teacher who encourages and provokes higher education with their lower salaries and large amounts of student loans/
Freshman year of college. It was the year that held my emotions in a turbulent roller coaster ride; on this ride however, there were no seatbelts. Growing up, life was a constant smooth run and I rarely ever had to deal with unbearable situations. I enjoyed writing and teaching. Naturally, I was working towards becoming a high school English teacher, just like Ms. Mirmozaffari, my favorite person throughout my high school career.