Growing up, my parents owned and operated a successful small business. As crafting trends changed and scrapbooking went online, they were forced to file bankruptcy – both personal and business – in 2013. I was just starting high school and realized the repercussions this would cause on my plan. I have always planned on pursuing higher education and realized that any hope of financial support from my parents was dismal. I poured myself into school, finding a new motivation in the realization that great grades would lead to scholarships. I found a new job as a night manager at a local grocery store. That job benefited my family in multiple ways as it provided me with a steady income – meager, but consistent- and helped with food insecurities
I work a part time-job to assist my mother who was laid off work 7 month ago. I help pay the rent, food, car insurance etc. I have two younger siblings who are in school. I am the oldest in the family. We have no relatives to support us therefore I take my full responsibility of my family financial stability with no help what so ever. I have been praying to god that everything would work out for me and my family and it has so far up until now because now that I am so close to being the first in my family to attend college and get a degree. I thought of taking a break this semester to assist my family needs, but my mother didn’t let me do so. I am here to achieve better things in life and I won’t back down no matter what obstacles lay head, but we all need a little help here and there to achieve greatness and here I’m asking Dr. Tanya Gorman Student Emergency Hardships, to help me cover for the two books that I need this semester in order to graduate this may.
However, I became overwhelmed with my mother's medical appointments, medical bills all while trying to work in order to cover these expenses as well as household expenses. Because of this, my education was placed on the back burner and I failed my classes. As a result of the medical expenses, I had to file chapter 7 bankruptcy. After several years, I attempted
Growing up as an only child I made out pretty well. You almost can’t help but be spoiled by your parents in some way. And I must admit that I enjoyed it; my own room, T.V., computer, stereo, all the material possessions that I had. But there was one event in my life that would change the way that I looked at these things and realized that you can’t take these things for granted and that’s not what life is about.
A calm crisp breeze circled my body as I sat emerged in my thoughts, hopes, and memories. The rough bark on which I sat reminded me of the rough road many people have traveled, only to end with something no one in human form can contemplate.
I knew that my family was having financial hardships already and I did not want to add anymore on. My family always wanted me to go to college but we never knew how we were going to afford it; my grades weren’t perfect nor did I play sports. Things soon took a sharp turn when I received a positive result from a pregnancy test. The thoughts on furthering my education soon vanished.
I had a very rough childhood. My biological father ran away when my sister was born leaving my family with more than hundreds of thousand of dollars in debt. Before my real dad disappeared, my family owned a car painting company that brought millions of dollar in profit. When the economy went bad, other companies stopped paying for the paint they
On the Monday October 27th, 2014, for the first time in 4 years I did not wake up at 5:30 in the morning, I was not putting on a green skivvy shirt and shorts. There was no formation, no one that was higher command I had to report to, telling me where I had to go, what time I had to eat breakfast, what was I doing this day or what our platoon plans were for the day. There were no PT (physical training) I had to do this morning. Instead, I woke up grab a regular t-shirt, khaki shorts, and my two sea bags full of clothing and gear that I collected during my time in the Marine Corps. I threw everything in my vehicle and drove from Camp Pendleton, California to Quincy, Illinois. Within two weeks I was accepted to Southern Illinois University Carbondale. For three days, I stayed at the
It was all fun and games until we heard the sirens. We went to the cops terrified that we were in so much trouble but we didn't know why, once the police told us we did nothing wrong, we all learned a very important lesson. Ask for permission before you do things. It was a bright sunny summer day in August and my friends and I went down to CMH high school to play football. Me and my friend were captains and we picked out teams. A couple of touchdowns later we heard the sirens “Wee-Woo Wee-Woo”,we were scared out of our minds.
Since I can remember my family has always struggled with money. My parents’ financial experience is like a box of assorted chocolate. Sometimes they make ends meet, sometimes they do not. My mother used to work for the state of Tennessee. She worked on computers and was married to my dad who was in a rock band that took tours overseas a lot. Momma worked full time and came home to do the exact same thing. They soon got a divorce and my mother was working her tail off for my sister and I to be able to live. Since then my mother has gotten remarried, has not been paid child support since I was seven years old or so, and is now trying to make ends meet and pay off a bunch of debt.
Melanie woke up with nothing other than research on her mind. She knew that her last name was Easton and so was her mother's. What she didn't know was if that was her mother’s married name, or for that matter, if her mother had ever been married.
When I was younger I was not so smart and would do questionable stuff all the time. I would jump from boulders to other boulders, climb on top of chairs, and even try killing snakes I would find in our yard. One day I learned a lesson from going on one of my self proclaimed adventures with a good friend.
School (ugh) I have been through a lot of it and I still have more to go (ugh). I started school when I turned 2 almost 3 years old. My first year at school was at my church, the program was called “moms and tots” the year after we tried to do “moms and tots” and a preschool called “teddy bears” at the Central High school but doing both did not really work so we just stuck with “teddy bears” for a school year. Like a regular school year, starts in the fall ends in the spring. The year after I attended VPK for another school year at my elementary school called Chocachatti. I continued through Chocachatti till the very end.
One sunny afternoon my friends and I decided to go on a road trip to a small resort. We packed everything up and decided on the way across the Wisconsin Bridge that we all wanted to go to the Wisconsin Dells. This car ride was about to be long because not everyone in the car gets along.
It all happened on a sunny day out in the field. I was only six years old at the time and it was the middle of the summer. There wasn't a cloud in the sky. It was a tough time for me. Also I learned it is smart to practice before jumping into something.
It was around 10 o’clock on a Friday night. I was home alone, because my parents and my brother had all made plans to go out with their friends or small groups. I had elected to make it a lazy evening, where I would lay on the couch and watch TV, all while being tightly wrapped in a few blankets to keep warm. I may have dozed off for a few minutes, and when I awoke, it had begun raining quite hard. In fact, there was thunder and lightning, and a few moments of hail. The sound of the driving rain against the house lulled me back to sleep.