In the environment I grew up in I was always surrounded by nothing but love and support. My dad didn't abandon me and my mom wasn't a single mother, I grew up with what a lot of kids didn't have, both of their parents. Ever since I was a little girl my parents always strived for me to do my best in everything that I took part in, greatness and perfection were the only things that were accepted, never failure. My parents didn't finish high school and out of the five children they have, not one has been to college and only one has graduated high school. I will be the first child in my family to go to college and I will be my parents first daughter to graduate high school. My mom dropped out of high school at the age of 15 to raise my sister, my dad dropped out of high school to take care of his family since his ill father could not, and when my parents had kids none of them graduated high school nor went off to college. In retrospect to my parents and my older siblings not graduating high school, my parents put excessive pressure on me to be their first child to not only …show more content…
My mom and dad both worked full time jobs to support our family. My mom would cook dinner every night, she would do our laundry, she would prepare our clothes for school, and she would read to us at night before bed. On the weekends, we would go out to eat, we would play mini golf or any activity that suited our age at the time, and we would spend quality time together. In the summer, we went on vacations to Six Flags, Schlitterbahn, South Padre, Corpus Christi, etc. My parents always made sure that we were well taken cared of and made sure we knew they loved us, my parents gave us things that they themselves never had and missed out
I started high school with a broken heart. My father died when I was 13, not long before I started high school. I worked hard in school not only for him, but because working hard is who I am. He taught me that if you want something you have to go out and get it yourself and what I wanted to do was go to college. I have put myself through a lot in just this past year alone, applying for scholarships nonstop and earning my license so I can finally get a job. I want to be a successful, responsible person so I can make my father, wherever he is, proud of how far I was able to come after he was gone. Yes I’ve gone through a tragedy, but I’ve let it motivate me in a positive way, pushing me to be the best I can be.
My parents worked long hours at their jobs to try and provide for my sisters and me. My mother is a seamstress, working 60-hour weeks. My father is a fisherman. He is gone for a weeks at a time, doing hard physical labor.
My family income is not that high. Both of my parents are high school drop outs, so they never made it to college. As we all know finding a job with a well-paid job can be dreadful without a high school diploma or a college diploma, but they manage through. To study for pediatrician is very expensive, but I and both my parents work hard enough to be in college. I am the first in my family generation to be in college and have a career set. It is not easy to be the first because at times it can be very frustrated because if I were to fail every single person in my family well look and maybe even be disappointed not mention my younger sister and cousin. They all look up to me and feel proud that I am the first to break that chain.
One thing that really bothers me is how much I changed. I used to play games all day, not focus on school, wouldn't get in serious trouble, and was very innocent compared to my present day self. There are cons and pros of my past self compared to how I am currently. I am more happy of how I am now then I am before. As time changes, so do I and I can not stop that. What’s done has already been done and can’t be changed so you always have to look towards the future and never the past. The past will not definite who you are today unless you let it. I would have never expect that I would be transferred to a continuation high school in my freshman year. It is a bad thing to many people, but I am thankful that I am sent to it because I will learn
They fought tirelessly for the American dream that they instilled in me the value of working hard for what you want in life. They taught me that hard work and determination are the only rules to live by. Because of their teachings, I put my very best effort into everything i do as my family has unceasingly told me, work is excessively vital as it produces money to the table, a roof over our heads, and food in our stomachs. It is why we are remarkably busy and do not spend time together like other families do. Growing up, I scrutinize money control the world, it was always never satisfying for others and they had jobs that they absolutely hated.
I never once in my life sat down with myself and really thought about what my parents had to go through and all the sacrifices they had to make in order to ensure that I have a better life and a brighter future. Thinking back now, the frustration I feel eats away at me constantly that I was not more thankful and did not do more to help. This is most definitely a lesson that is learned better late than never. Going forward now I have three main focuses for when I enter college, the first is undoubtedly God and my spiritual life, which forced me to have this revelation. The second focus has to be my family, which I appreciate and value more than ever now. The final focus I have, but certainly not the least, is to be successful in my endeavors throughout college. Seeing how much my parents cared for me by seeing them work as hard as they could just so my siblings and I could live a better life gives me all the motivation in the world to work as hard as I can to not only give back to them, but for my future children to live an even better life than I
Our parents work hard to get us where we are today. Due to the fact that my parents had lack of education and there English wasn 't that good they wasn’t able to get a job that was more relaxing. Though they work in company only they were able to earn enough to raise all of us. Through nurture, now that I’m older I don’t exactly see all the struggles that my parent had gone through to raise me, but I do see and understand more about the struggles. Their love for us, nothing can compare to it. Seeing what my parents had gone through and how hard they have work inspired me to work hard, go to school get a good job so in the future they can depend on me and just rest.
Many years ago I remember my parents telling me that in order for me to become successful a college education was a must. They always told me that if I wasn’t in school I could no longer live at home. Both of my parents attended college but neither of them finished. They did not want me to go down that same road because they really regret not getting their degrees.
My mom was a super-mom. She drove carpool, was always apart of every booster club and was the leader of every classroom party that I can remember. She encouraged me to do everything that I wanted to do. She made sure that I got everything I wanted. None of that would have been possible if my dad didnt work. While it felt like he was always gone, he was just doing what he had to do to make sure that my mom and I could live a comfortable life. Of course he took off every chance he could so come watch me at one of my games or help me practice in the back yard. If I didn 't have them I would have nothing. They are the ones who supported all of my decisions and made me feel better about trying new things. Without them I would not be the person I am. Not only would life without my parents would be drastically different but also without my siblings. Like I said before, they were my best friends growing up. I could always count on the being there for me when I was down. Not only did they bring me up when I was down, but they also praised me when I was up. They treated me like I was the greatest thing that has ever walked on God 's green earth. While they would sometimes annoy me with the constant need of attention and feeling like they needed to be involved in every detail of my personal life, I love them more than words will ever
Growing up my parents were always strict with both my sister and I. When I was younger my parents would never allow me to misbehave. Whenever I did misbehave my parents would punish me by either sending me to my room by myself or lightly slapping my hand they never got too violent with me they mostly scolded me whenever I did something out of line. During my early school years, my parents tried their best to help me with my studies however because they were not fluent in English they always had someone who was come and help me with my schoolwork. My mother and father never ignored my progress in school. Never once did they miss a parent-teacher conference they always made sure I did my work accurately and on time.
My whole family saw it coming, but we didn't think it would happen all at once. My grandma and my grandpa got very sick. That wasn't all, just a week later Julia passed. The things I went though changed my look on life. My grandpa is someone that I wasn't close with but showed me how fast life can go.
My mom is a slender, tall woman who moved away from her family at a young age. She has blue-green eyes and blonde hair with brown highlights. She is full german with two brothers and one sister. She has three children, one already having a child, and the other two attending Bremerton High School.
My mother was born in La Venta in Oaxaca, Mexico. She dropped out of high school during her freshman year to assist her mother and eight siblings on their farm growing apples, pears, and mangos. A year later, without knowing any English, she immigrated to the United States illegally, and settled in Massachusetts. Soon after, she met my father, who left as soon as she got pregnant.
As I was about to enter the second grade, my mother decided to take me with her, my stepfather, and half brother, Drew, as they moved to New Hampshire. My father and stepmother, Diana, would stay in Rhode Island, and I would visit with them a few times a month. There, away from the prying eyes of my father and other family members who might see her behaviors, my mother allowed her alcohol addiction to take over her life completely. Each day, she would down bottles upon bottles of hard liquor; she would remain slumped in bed as her speech grew garbled and, if she did manage to get up, her walk was more of a lurch. My stepfather, whom I never got along with very well, enabled her to drink by paying for her addiction.
My mother was taking care of me, and my three other siblings all alone by herself. When my father was living my mother only had one job, but now she had to work more. She had a massive impact on our lives by making sure we had everything we needed. Because I was the oldest of my siblings, I felt like I was a parent. At just eight years old, I had to skip school just to make sure my siblings had someone to look after them while my mother worked. I was obligated to feed them, give them baths, and put clothes on them. It was very difficult, but I knew my mother had to pay bills, and take care of us and herself, so I knew she couldn’t afford a babysitter. When times got very tough, my mom would get stressed out and take it out on us by throwing tantrums, hollering at us and beating on us. I didn’t have a choice but to encourage my mother, and be the one to push her to not give