I was so blessed whenever I got my first car. At the age of 16 I was so desperate to get a car because I will always see people around school that are younger than me and that already have a car because of their parents. Later, my dad was right whenever I got my first car because all he wanted to do is help me but all I did was ignore him and he try helping by saving my money but instead I decided to try to be responsible with the money and save it myself. At the beginning of the summer 2016, I had my first job at the age of 16 and I worked a lot of hours and they’ll pay good for a sixteen-year-old. Then my dad opens me a checking's account and a savings account to help me save money. He told the Bank that every time I get a check and deposit …show more content…
I quit my first job on April 1st and I was jobless until the month of May. My mom helped get a job at a Mexican restaurant called Los Jacales I was a weigther for that job and that job will pay me better than my last job even whenever I work the whole week. But then I will do the same stuff like last summer I was so desperate to have fun with my friends. My dad tries helping by giving me a 2,100 by the end of seven weeks but every week I have to give him $300 and by the end of the seven weeks I got my money and I put it in my saving account but, two weeks later $1,500 was gone I spent it in expensive brand when instead I could've got more if I shop at a cheaper place. But luckily, I did the same thing with my dad by giving him $300 every week. So, by the end of the seven weeks when I got the money I decided to just get a car right away when I got the money and my dad disagree with that because it was going to be a big monthly payment since I'm giving a little bit of down payment. But I still wanted to get a car and he said alright but he was mad that I was making a dumb decision. Later, that week we began going to dealerships to look for a car and my dad already knew what kind of car I wanted that’s why he wanted me to save more but, I just kept ignoring him and I really regret that. Whenever I found a car I like my dad decide to get it and the car was expensive since it’s a sports car. The car was a dodge charger
Im sure youve heard I quit my job. I couldn't help it when I saw an article that described exact events that happen to me 3 years ago when I was laid off/quit/fired from a headache and physical therapy office. That was also the point where I was in the worse shape and couldn't "deal" with anything because I had to much "Baggage" I felt I was responsible for (uncontrollable circumstances).
My father was a billionaire; however, in 2009 he was diagnosed with cancer and in 2011 he passed away. He left behind substantial amount of money and being the only son I inherited a huge amount of my father's estate. I wasn’t that smart when it came to spending the money, I didn’t have a plan for the future, I didn’t think about my university fees or my daily needs. I would buy anything I felt like buying , I remember I had only fifty thousand dollars left and instead of saving them I bought thirty thousand dollar Rolex watch that caught my eye. In 2013 I completely ran out of money, it was a huge transition. I had to move out of our house, I couldn't afford
At a very young age I began to work, I think it was around the age of twelve. That might sound a little crazy in this day and age, but it 's true. My parents always told me if I wanted something I 'd have to go and get it, at that time I thought they were relating that statement to that awesome toy I wanted, but little did I know they were setting me for really life. My parents, were high school sweethearts and were married right out of high school, they began their
I was hired quickly and kept my first job for a year. During that year, I worked quite often, which had affected my school work. I didn’t make time to study and went to bed late most nights. As much as I wanted to quit, I kept working. I wanted to quit, because I feared I couldn’t keep up with school anymore. It terrified me that I would fall so behind, and never get anywhere in life. I kept faith, and I worked hard to get where I am today. I never gave up. I did not like asking for money at home, because I knew everyone was already struggling. I felt like I needed my job, so that I could make money to pay for things myself. Without work, I wouldn’t have any lunch money for school. My grandparents helped as much as they could. It's not their job though, I felt that it wasn’t fair they had to keep spending their money on me. Working has taught me great skills. I was shy before my first job. I am now more outgoing and social; I love meeting new people. I still work to this very day, and I am working hard in school. With good time management, I’m able to keep up with
It was thought that the attacker traveled in a white truck or van but later it was found out that he traveled in a blue 1990 Chevrolet Caprice sedan
financially, due to my father falling ill and as a kid I didn’t understand finances or the struggles
car from the driver. While driver had accident, and did not remember what was happen to the
yelled my father. I decided to walk downstairs and receive my punishment for my big mistake. As I walked down the stairs, my dad kept yelling at me. I don’t blame him at all, I would be mad as well to see the new wheels destroyed by my nine year old son who stole the golf cart. He decided not to spank me, but instead he just said only one thing.
As the younger generation I grew up with began to mature, their priorities were forced to change drastically. Mortgages and rent had now plagued the once uncomplicated lives of my friends. Without having to worry about the heavy burden of making rent, I was able to better prepare for my future. I was taught how to save for major purchases, while my friends jumped at opportunities to take out loans. By the age of 26, I had enough money to purchase my dream truck, which I still own to this day. I will never forget the brilliant sparkle of the black paint, the masculine perfume of the new leather, and the pride I felt when the salesman handed me the shiny black keys. My vivacity for life at this point was unrivalled, as was this type of benefit from a
When I mentioned to my parents that I wanted to get a car they didn't really understand why I wanted one they told me that I was too young and that I should give it time and that I should wait a little longer because I was barely turning 16 years old,but since everyone I knew was driving and had a cars I wanted to do the same. So when my parents told me no I was pretty upset, I just simply did not understand why they were saying no to me. I had done nothing but get good grades in school and stay out of trouble and do my best at everything so that they could see that I was a good kid overall. I never really listened to their side of the argument because I was being stubborn and I wanted to get my point across that I never once took the time to actually listening as to why they were saying no. I was so focused on getting what I wanted and that I didn't know why they were saying no
As far back as I could remember, I was always in a rush to grow up and be responsible. I was about thirteen when I realized I wanted a job, so I could have my own money. I’d even fill out applications online, lying about my age but it never worked. A few birthdays went by and I was celebrating my sixteenth birthday and a few weeks later; I received my first retail job. My very first job was at a popular teen store called Aeropostale. I learned and experienced a lot working there and made friends as well. Although, I got what I desired, I often had uncertainties once I really got the feel for the part-time position. In life, people leave and things change and by the end of my employment, I would soon look back and realize it.
About a month later, my dad bought another old Honda in beautiful condition, and about a month after that I bought a ...
We do live in a bigger home than usual for people with my parent’s income together, but it was something they could afford at the time they bought it. My parents are great people and I love them so much, my mother just has bad credit so all of my loans right now are in my name. I see that I am incurring a debt and interest everyday because of school loans. But I do not have a credit card and that is something I know if I had, I would get in trouble with. I took personal finance in high school and that is when I learned the difference between a debit card and a credit card. That opened my eyes so much more in what financial maturity looks like. I was able to figure out how to write a check and keep up with a checkbook, I learned about how babies are expensive, and about debt. I have learned that like my mother if I have a credit card I am going to get in trouble. This why I only have a debit card and both of them are closed cards (I believe there might be another term for this). It is when I run out of money; I cannot overdraft my account and occur an extra debt over the amount owed. That is so my card will automatically decline when I run out of money. This is good so I don’t get myself into trouble, and so it shows me that I need watch my
I remember from my childhood days when my father used to go on a scooter to his office and often ride me to school. He had a dream of buying a car for the family. He experienced a lot of struggle in life. He used to travel in a bus to our neighboring town to teach in a small law school during weekends for extra money. He eventually lived his dream by buying a car for us. He taught me, nothing comes easy in life and struggle never stays forever. You have to be worthy and all it takes is faith, passion and hard work. No wonder, my passion for cars comes from my father.
One beautiful day that summer, I was playing outside with my friends when my mom called for me to come home. I did not want to abandon my guard post at the neighbor's tree house so I decided to disregard her order. I figured that my parents would understand my delima and wouldn't mind if I stayed out for another two or three hours. Unfortunately, they had neglected to inform me that my grandparents had driven in from North Carolina, and we were supposed to go out for a nice dinner. When I finally returned, my father was furious. I had kept them from going to dinner, and he was simply not happy with me. "Go up to your room and don't even think about coming downstairs until I talk to you."