I am choosing to transfer from my current community college as it has been my outlined plan since the summer after my senior year of high school. Yet, that certainly wasn't my plan a mere month before.
I was so excited to leave my small Texas town straight out of high school and attend Boston University, which was right next to the military base I grew up on. The world was at my wake, or so i thought. Unfortunately, at the end of my senior year, doctors discovered that my grandmother had acquired terminal lymphoma to worsen her already paralyzed stature. A year was left on her clock, and it was ticking fast. She gets cancer as I'm about to embark on the most important journey of my life? I had such contempt for my family in that I knew they needed me. Now I had to explain to everyone that I'm going to a community college and staying behind. Things couldn't get worse.
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My brother needed to be spoon fed every meal, clothed every day, and tucked in every night. Now my grandmother needed a helping hand too? The soldiers that I had bared arms with were lying on the ground before me. And I knew it was incumbent that we as a family carry or even drag them to sanctuary, even if I had to push my goals to the side for the time being. My mom and I did everything we could the past two years to help make our loved one's lives that much easier. And we did. My dad has rehabilitated his body, my brother is graduating from the special education department and can dress himself, and amongst all these blessings in my life, my grandmother is now devoid of the cancer that once threatened her life. But beyond all these improvements, I was metaphysically revitalized; my appreciation of both family and philosophy were
“Coastal Carolina is too far away for you to come home when you have the chance.” Kaylee (my Girlfriend at the time) said to me in my first car as we talked about college choices. I told her about my acceptance to Coastal Carolina University I received from Mrs. Emmons (personal guidance counselor in high school) during a school day, early February. Kaylee’s words made me start a to question myself; “What other colleges can I choose?”. I came home and sat down with my parents in the living room with my Coastal Carolina acceptance letter in my hand and they were proud of me. I asked my parents the same question I asked myself earlier that day “What other colleges can I choose from?”. When
A look back at the institution of education over the past 20 years will reveal that once upon a time a bachelor’s degree was long since considered the marker of ultimate success, the highest level of achievement that one could make in their lives. In those days, if for some reason you failed to march across the stage on graduation day after an epic, four-year stretch of high tuition, long nights studying, and unrelenting professors that found great joy in riding your back, then you had indeed failed at life.
Growing up on the south side of Chicago in the roughest neighborhood in the city I learned a lot from others and just observing my surroundings. At times, I would always think to myself my situation could always be worse than it was, and that there is always someone who is doing worst off than me. But my situation turned from being in a bad position to being in a position where my mother would come to lose her mother and our home that we had been living in, all in the same year. After losing her mother and bother my mom lost herself in her emotions and shut down on everyone and with that came the loss of a home for me and my siblings and her job. Shortly after my mom began to go back to church and so did we. It was the first time in a log time that we had attended church and it played a big part in a learning experience for me and my siblings. Through the days that came to pass going to church sparked a desire of wanting to help others who had or are struggling to get by. My mentor, Pastor, and teacher deserves appreciation for helping my mother through a hard time and keeping me and my siblings active in a positive manor.
Parent’s response: Life was no longer the same. My family drew closer to God and out faith to trust in the Lord
As my mom was adjusting to a new member in her small, little family, Buck was adjusting to his new job, and the new dogs he’d always work with. Neither of them had any clue what they were doing, but after practice they eventually got through it one way or another. However, it was not easy for Buck or my mother and took all the energy and more out of both of them. From getting zero sleep because of a little baby, and learning new things that cause great exhaustion, they both worked through it to overcome their struggles. As Buck got saved by John Thornton, my mom got saved by her daughter Katie when she finally slept. Before Buck and my mom ever went through their persevering moments, neither of them could ever imagine going through something like what they did. It took extreme amounts of effort, strength, and perseverance to be able to overcome the new lives they
Attention: Future college students. After twelve years of school, where will you go next? Many of you have developed the ambition to prolong your education and attend college. Today, there are many more options than there were in the past.
Seventeen years ago, I came bounding into a world of love and laughter. I was the first child, the first grandchild, the first niece, and the primary focus of my entire extended family. Although they were not married, my parents were young and energetic and had every good intention for their new baby girl. I grew up with opportunities for intellectual and spiritual growth, secure in the knowledge that I was loved, free from fear, and confident that my world was close to perfect. And I was the center of a world that had meaning only in terms of its effect on me-- what I could see from a height of three feet and what I could comprehend with the intellect and emotions of a child. This state of innocence persisted through my early teens, but changed dramatically in the spring of my sophomore year of high school. My beloved father was dying of AIDS.
I started yet another school and tried to make friends into my Sophomore year. My Freshman year of high school I had been diagnosed with Anxiety disorder, this happened about a month before that tornado. My Sophomore year of high school went pretty well, I made a few friends and some of my friends from Moore started the same school. The summer before my Junior year was a difficult one. I lost my grandfather, my dad’s step-father, a family pet that we had had since we lived in Washington, and I lost my close friend more into the school year that year. My Junior year I started on more different anxiety medications and I had one knee surgery, that was in March 2015. Also in my Junior year I met some amazing friends that I hope that I will keep for years to come. This last summer was a rather uneventful one, compared to the previous years. This last summer I started going to counseling where I was diagnosed with PTSD, Depression, and diagnosed again with
I played the song, “Cat’s In The Cradle,” and remembered the stories my grandfather told me how much he has missed out of my father’s life, since he was chasing the “golden calf” or what he referred to as money, which took him away from his 5 boys and left them to fend for themselves. Grandfather, told me my father was one of his favorite children, since he showed his children everyday how much he loved them by being a flawless example, of the true importance of family. That moment was my Journey of Enlightenment I had been searching for all along. Looking at my life I was chasing that “golden calf” and missing out on what mattered most, family! Immediately, I made modifications in my lifestyle and converted additional time to my husband, daughters and family. I sold my business, took time off and essentially got to know my children from a different perspective. That choice has been a monumental decision in my life, one that has blessed me with further love, life, and understanding, than numerous individuals obtain in a lifetime. This is my Journey of Enlightenment that will last for all
One of the hardest decisions a high school graduate deals is the choice between attending a Community College or a University.Community College is the most basic type of two-year College that gives students basic preparation to continue education, are often an affordable and reasonble option. Universities you can earn degrees such as Bachelor’s, Master’s and Doctorates which is more expensive. At a University, you can prepare for many types of careers or for further study in graduate school. High school students apply to a Community College or Universities, which include either undergraduate or graduate students..There are many differences between College and University that needs to be taking under consideration
In my life I have experienced many significant changes; however the one that stands out the most is the risk I took in transferring from West Montgomery High School, a minute county school, to Asheboro High School, a superior city school. After completing my sophomore year at West Montgomery High School (WMHS) I felt that I was not being challenged enough in the class room therefore that summer I decided it was time to move. After choosing two schools I could possibly transfer to, an event happened that would strongly impact my decision. My mother who was a teacher at WHMS decided it was also time for her to change locations as well. Coincidently my mother found employment at Donna Lee Loflin Elementary in Asheboro North Carolina. With her shift I was granted the chance to attend Asheboro High without paying tuition. After touring Asheboro High School with a family friend who is a teacher at Asheboro High I instantly knew that I wanted to attend the school. The reputation for Asheboro High was that they had accomplished teachers who would better prepare me for rigorous college course...
In hindsight, I consider myself lucky to have been through so much in high school, as adversity built my resilience to the point that I could take these calamities in stride. I had formed the ability to emotionally detach myself from events at home, allowing me to continue to perform well here at the Academy. In the words of my mother when we first argued about whether or not it would be necessary for me to resign from the Academy to help at home, “You gave us all six years of your life to care for them, you can have four years to care for yourself.” My mom knew that if she had informed me of my grandfather’s condition during Beast, I would have been home within 48 hours. My mother forbade me from coming home during my first semester, so as
Our family was never close but we didn’t care. Nobody thought one day things might be different. All of that changed on September 20, 2014 when a hostile argument ended with the death of both my aunt and uncle. For years their marriage was falling apart. My aunt was very materialistic and wanted my cousins to have whatever they asked for but in reality my uncle knew it was impossible financially for them to achieve this. He would try to explain this to her but it usually led to arguments where she would then threaten to leave him so in the end she got her way which led to their vast debt. My uncle had a drinking problem but went to AA classes for her to commiserate their marriage and family. The night before this event he had drank a beer which led into a dispute which ended with my aunt taking the kids to her mom’s and they stayed their while my uncle just stayed home. Less than twelve hours later the mailman walked up to a house with my aunt dead on the front porch and my uncle inside on the living room floor dead. The screams caught the attention of the neighbors and the police was then called. This is a significant experience in my life that I faced and that had an impact on me during my freshman year and still affects me today. It was a homicide/suicide accident and it deeply impacted my family and me. Not only did it affect my school life but my home life as well.
As a child, I always thought life was just grand! My days were spent having fun at school, coming home to a loving family, and playing outside with my sisters, all-over fun days. Yes, that is how they were, until the day reality smacked me in the face like a mack-truck colliding with a concrete wall. My world came tumbling down the day my grandmother died, and it all worsened from there. After this milestone in my life, I learned of other things that hurt me almost as equally as much as my grandmother’s death. It was a lot to handle as a child. As I read my journal from this time in my life, I wonder in amazement about why some of these things hurt me so much. Although these things weekend my spirit, I was a strong, will-powered girl and forced myself to move on and see the good in life.
In this case, we have added 10 years, with the same situation. I was never able to get the latest shoes or trending clothes or even the new backpack of my choice. My mom, was still working 2 jobs, but still didn’t have enough to make ends meet. Many of my friends were getting new cars, scholarships and making big plans for their futures. Big universities, sororities and Bachelor’s degrees, where all I could hear. My dreams about college were not a thought in my head. My plans of becoming a Marine Biologist, nowhere in my future plans. There was no such thing as a Savings Account or a College Fund. The acceptance letters were coming in the mail alongside with the bills. My dreams continue to drift further and further away. I had a complete mindset, that I can live a minimal life and be ok. If my mom struggled and made ends meet, the cycle can continue and I can adjust to this lifestyle. At this time, we had adjusted our lives to just simply existing in this world. Making ends meet with minimal supplies was my future. The worst was yet to come. We had officially lost our house that we grew up in. The house my grandparents had fixed up for us. They gave it to my mother so she never had to worry about a roof over our head. Now my life was overwhelmed with such tragic events happening. I’m a Senior in High School and in a terrible situation. No room of my own, and worst of all, no roof over our heads. My next goal