The learning curve was hard, and I didn’t make the cut for Freshman Region. This really made me feel down, as just the year before, I was the 2nd overall chair in my class. For a few weeks, my confidence really wavered; However, with the encouragement of some upperclassmen, I eventually decided to move on to the next thing. All-Region, the real deal was only a month away. By using my failure as motivation, I discovered a work-ethic I never knew I had, practicing more than I had before.
"I thought I would die," says Kim Pace who for six months lost more than 30 kilograms, and until then the normal body structure. She was not talking about diet nor of eating disorders - but the fear of stabbing pain on the left side of his face every time he opened his mouth. No tooth brushing is not an option because the slightest touch driven by waves of unbearable pain, which Pace describes as electric shocks. Analgesics and even morphine would provide relief only briefly. Unable to work, Pace first took sick leave and then resigned in the workplace financial consultant bank at the age of 59 years.
When I was six years old I was forgotten at a Dairy Queen by my parents. They hadn’t meant to, of course, and with four rambunctious children always wandering it was a miracle it hadn’t happened earlier. I was in the bathroom for only a few minutes, and when I discovered that my parents had up and left me, I collapsed into a puddle of tears in the middle of the restaurant. I couldn’t understand how they had forgotten me. My life subsequent to that point has been a constant work in progress to make sure that I won’t be forgotten again, be that during, or after my life.
“It’s easy, you’re not even trying your best“ is what my dad told me after trying to spell Pulchritude for the 7th time. Each time all that came out my mouth was “ p – u – l – c – r “ before he could say wrong in an instant. I had a whole 3 months to study, yet I chose to do everything else but that. There’s not even any way that I can back out of the competition. I’ve asked the question why, but all I kept being told was that it is mandatory.
A month after my husband left the home; I was in need of assistance with food. I had been in community college full time for the second semester and not working when he departed. Furthermore, I was looking for employment immediately, but did not obtain employment before I ran out of food to feed my daughter. Consequently, my sister informed me as regards to the food stamp program. Even though I did not want to apply for food stamps, I had to feed my daughter.
I had many experience with them in my daily life that had happened in the past and affected my life. Most of the experience that usually occurs is where they forget to pick me up whether I was at my friend’s house, at university or even at a wedding I went to. For example, I finished one of my classes really early and I didn't have any classes for the rest of the day. I called my brother to come pick me up he told me that he was free and he will leave the house to come but unfortunately I didn't realize that he had forgotten about me in few hours where I was at university waiting for him. It made me realize, he is the type that he tend to forget.
Depending on my parents was getting old; I have never liked being the girl who expects everything to be handed to them. I like to work for my stuff, and know I have earned it with my own hands. Having a job and being a full time student “no big deal” I thought to myself. The day where I had homework due the next day finally came and I knew I was getting home late because I worked right after school. Having no other choice I did the homework, taking me a good three hours.
I was beginning to grow tired of work. It was the same chores I always was assigned to do. I wish I could get a new part-time job, but since my 18th birthday was just around the corner, it would be hard to find another job. And even though I was sick of this job, I would probably feel the same after a while, if I got another job. I looked at the clock and there was only 10 minutes till my hours was up, and I would be able to go home.
And I joined the one month’s preparation courses. At the first week, I could not adapt the life in here. I called my parents every night. I was even not want to study in here anymore. But I met my friend john.
I needed to go to school again after a long break, and he started to work overnight. We did not see each other for several days at a time. My heart was telling me that he had another girlfriend. I wanted to save our love and our small family, so I decided to quit both school and work to stay home and take care of my small family, which I regretted. He did not deserve it.