Personal Narrative

I had waited all day to talk to my mother, for it was my grandmother’s birthday and she had been busy all week with the party preparations. I finally manage to get her attention and break the news. At the time, I knew I was doing the right thing, I finally told her I was dropping out of school, hence, I received a job offer I couldn’t refuse. My plan was to work for two years, save enough money and finish school then. As I expected, my mom was speechless with her mouth and eyes wide open. My step dad just stood there scratching his head like trying to put some type of logic to my plan. The first thing that came out of my mother’s mouth was, “are you crazy”! The next thing she said was, “why are you rushing, you are making a big mistake

I have already talked to the manager and I just waiting for the paperwork and background check to clear to start next week. I know I disappoint you, but is the right thing to do.”
“My son” my mother said, “I am not wishing any bad and I hope that you know what you are doing, I don’t want you to make decision you gonna regret later in life. I hope you change your mind and finish school”.
I went out that night to celebrate with my cousins, I was finally going to become a real man. I told my cousins. Needless to say, I took the job against my mother’s wishes, I knew I was doing the right thing. I can save money, buy me a nice truck, have my own apartment, and become independent. I was very excited about the new job that I never stop to think about my mother’s feelings.
I started the job a week later, the job seems boring and unchallenging, but is a job, I thought to myself. My first check wasn’t as great as I thought it was going to be. After insurance and deductions, it was descent but not great. The job became more demanding, and I started going offshore a lot. I was never home to enjoy the money I was making. The money began to really come in, however, I never had time to spend it or do anything else but

I managed to get a foreman position working for the same company, however, I found myself constantly busy with hardly any time to enjoy the money I was making. Consequently, I started miss using the money I was making, for I have skipped my investment class by dropping out of school, and I didn’t have a clue about managing money.
I was constantly offshore or overseas working, two years’ pass, and my chances of going back to school where none. I began thinking of my mother and started to think that maybe she was right. I was making good money at the age of 25 and I had met a girl who I was engage, but I still didn’t feel like I was doing anything productive. I was mostly working and when I was not working I was at home resting.
The years have passed, and the jobs to. I had moved from one job to another, some voluntarily, others I had no choice for that is how it is in the oilfield business. I have a wife and four kids now and I am doing all right. Money is tight sometimes, but we manage to get by. I keep in touch with my mother who, after I dropped out of school insisted me to go back, but she doesn’t bother anymore, with the conversation. She mostly talks about the kids and about how I am