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Lost and Found Have you ever been lost? I am not talking about being lost while driving or lost in the woods, I mean lost in life. Have you ever felt so lost and alone in the world with no one to help you? Have you ever wanted to achieve something but had no idea how to do it? Have you ever wanted to break the cycle and better yourself against all odds? It was my senior year in high school when everything changed and I really lost my way. I never expected to go to college, especially because I thought I could never afford it even if I wanted to. None of my family members had ever gone and I had no idea what it was really like. College recruiters began showing up at school and classes would be excused to visit the booths of the different universities. Whenever class was dismissed for that purpose, I never went to the expo. I …show more content…
I didn’t recall a single thing I did at work that night. I went through the motions but my mind was somewhere else. Tons of questions raced through my mind. What would my family say? How could I ever afford it? How do I even get started? After finishing work and heading home, I began to look through the brochures. I had always loved learning and I was good at it. There was no doubt about my abilities when it came to collegiate academics, but everything else scared me to death.
I took that night to really think about what I wanted. I wasn’t necessarily unhappy where I was working and I wasn’t ashamed of my family never attending college. As I continued to dwell on the topic I began thinking, would I be happy working where I was working forever? Could I live the rest of my life never growing, never expanding my horizons, and never experiencing the world? I fell asleep thinking of how I would pitch this radical idea to my parents. When I woke, I gathered the brochures, worked up the nerve, and headed downstairs to tell them about what I
Coming out of my senior high school was one of the most difficult tasks I 've been given up to this point in my life. I was overwhelmed, excited, sad, busy, and uncertain of the near impending future. The past 13 years of my life I had been studying, practicing, playing, and working my way towards a brighter future. I could see the future in front of me, it was as if I could reach out and touch it. It was almost like getting a shot at the doctors, I knew it was what was best for me but I was terrified anyway. But I pushed aside my fears and on August 8, 2015, I set foot on a college campus, my home for the next four years. I knew why I was there though; I came to college in order to channel the love I have for my country into the motivation necessary to take the next step up the ladder towards a constitutional law degree, a degree I’ll use to protect this country and the people who reside in it. But to truly understand why I came to college, I have to start at the beginning.
In Paul Toughmay’s “Who Gets to Graduate,” he follows a young first year college student, Vanessa Brewer, explaining her doubts, fears, and emotions while starting her college journey. As a student, at the University of Texas Brewer feels small and as if she doesn’t belong. Seeking advice from her family she calls her mom but after their conversation Brewer feels even more discouraged. Similar to Brewer I have had extreme emotions, doubts, and fears my freshman year in college.
My story began on a cool summer’s night twenty short years ago. From my earliest memory, I recall my father’s disdain for pursuing education. “Quit school and get a job” was his motto. My mother, in contrast, valued education, but she would never put pressure on anyone: a sixty-five was passing, and there was no motivation to do better. As a child, my uncle was my major role-model. He was a living example of how one could strive for greatness with a proper education and hard work. At this tender age of seven, I knew little about how I would achieve my goals, but I knew that education and hard work were going to be valuable. However, all of my youthful fantasies for broader horizons vanished like smoke when school began.
I despised being in front of people, I couldn't stand memorizing lines, and all the songs were so childish. But now, looking back, I see what it all meant. It wasn't about the comedy, the boredom of study, or the hatred of poorly written songs. It was about that one moment. A single moment after weeks and months of preparation. Now I see how not everything we do in life is simple or quick. We all expect for results to be immediate but some situations need time to take place. When we’re working our way up to that moment we see the time as pointless, but when you reach that one moment, the one that changes your life and makes you say “thats it!”, that’s when you understand that it was all part of a plan much bigger than you and
Lifting my heavy head with eyes half asleep off of my comfortable and plush pillow I see 7:20am with the date of August 25th on my phone screen. The second day of classes is now upon me, trying to adjust not only to a new semester at school but also to living away from home, with strangers now known as roommates, and as a transfer student. Starting school has never felt this way, living in a brand new environment with my mom not being there to make me breakfast and to encourage me saying “Have a great first day, I know you’ll do great!” I was now one among the thousands of people that have worked so hard towards attending this prestigious University and some that were thousands of miles away from their homes and families.
Freshmen year of college had finally arrived, and I was ready to experience life through the lens of an adult. Just turning eighteen, I had it all figured out, my school of choice, my major, and my career. My plan was to graduate with a major in business administration and a double minor in psychology and political science, with hopes of becoming an attorney. It never ceases to amaze me how each semester of college has taught me to expand my realm of knowledge and to become more open to new experiences. After my very first semester, I decided to double major in business administration and psychology. As time went on, my sophomore year allowed me to delve into many major courses, which probed a thirst for knowledge that needed to be quenched. At this point, I wanted to receive a more thorough understanding of both academic disciplines, but it was not until my junior year that I realized my true purpose.
I came out of my adviser's office and made the turn down the long hallway toward the student parking lot. My face was hot from all the emotions that seemed to be burning through my skin and I could feel tears building up in my eyes. Looking down, I tried not to confront anyone as I walked swiftly to my car, opened the door, and fell into my seat. Staring, lost into the parking lot that was full of cars, I sat there wondering what my next step should be. My adviser had just told me, in the nicest way possible, that I had failed. If I wanted to continue my college career, I would have to make an appointment with the dean of the college and give him an explanation as to why I should be able to continue classes at Mayland Community College. The truth was, I didn't have an explanation. I felt as if I had no purpose there. I didn't have any interest in being in college, but I knew that I did not want to be a waitress for the rest of my life.
Life wasn’t as assuring as it may seem today. While growing up, I made some decisions that wasn’t beneficial to my life. As years went by, still there wasn’t any progress besides working routinely at the same job for 3 years. I knew it was time for a change. When I completed my HiSET diploma, bought a car, and moved out my mother’s home, I became at ease with myself.
As the end of my senior year in high school approached, I had to make an important decision. What school was I going to spend the next few years of my life at? When the financial aid packages arrived, I was torn between two colleges. After sitting down with my mother and discussing the advantages and disadvantages of both schools, I came to my final decision. It seemed like a year ago I was imagining what college life would be like and suddenly before my eyes, I would be a college student in a matter of four months.
...from high school with high hopes that college would add the finishing touches to my writing skills – I knew I still had flaws in my style, and I didn’t know how to fix them. And now here I am, aiming to become a successful novelist or screenwriter of some sort (as long as it allows my imagination to run wild).
Throughout the past years, I have been struggling with what I want to do with my life. I’ve decided on several different career paths many times, but I finally found one that I am planning on studying. After I graduate, I wish to attend the University of Nebraska-Lincoln where I can study biology and psychology. After college, I would like to apply to University of Nebraska Medical Center where I can study neurology. As soon as my education is completed, I wish to apply for a job at a medical center where I can do what I want for a living - help people. Along the way, I want to start a family and live debt-free in a larger city, a life my parents weren’t offered. These ambitions that I possess today wouldn’t exist if it weren’t for my past. It has been a challenge getting to who I am today, and it will be a challenge to get where I want to be in the future.
For so many years I’ve asked myself the question, “what are you going to do with your life?” For a period of time I struggled with this question. Today, I sit staring at my computer, confronting myself, asking my subconscious “what do I want to do for the rest of my life?” Have I finally found the answer I 've been looking for, or am I under the false assumption that this is the right path for me. This semester has been the ultimate opportunity to explore my questions, doubt, issues, and concerns. I feel that by the end of this paper I will have answered all these questions, and will have made the best decision for my future.
Although it was to be a wonderful chance to attend college, it had appeared that the opportunity to attend college for someone at my age was not favorable. At the age of 47, what was I thinking? As a young mother of four children, attending college was something that was not in the future, it was chalked up as a missed opportunity. As an eighteen year old, when most people attend college, I married, had children and then divorced. The only options available to me was to work to support my children so that they one day would be able to attend college. As the children got older they wanted to know why I pushed so
It was dark that night, I was nervous that this dreadful day was going to get worse. Sunday, October 23, 1998 I wanted to start writing this to tell about the weird things i’m starting to see in this new neighborhood. Gradually I keep seeing pots and pans on the sink suddenly move to the floor. I would ask my sister but she is out with my mom and dad getting the Halloween costumes. When they got home I didn’t tell them what I saw because i've seen Halloween movies and I have to have dissimulation otherwise the ghost will come out and get me first. October 24, 1998 I think I got a little nervous yesterday with the whole ghost thing. 12:32pm, Went to eat lunch with the family today and I go to get my coat. I heard the words furious and madness,
My promising future morphed into a diminishing blur. How was I going to continue my education as a full-time student? How was I going to support myself if I could not continue working full-time? Earlier in the year, I had made plans to volunteer with Canines for Service, assisting in the training of service dogs for individuals with mobility disabilities. My father is the owner of a veterinarian practice in Leland, so I had been exposed to working with a variety of animals at a young age; and if my volunteer hours would result in the union of a disabled individual and a furry friend, then I was all the more elated.