I was finally glad my hard work had paid off. However the transition from middle school into high school did not sit well with me and I truly struggled in a few of my classes to the point of my father feeling compelled to help me study. My father was and still is a busy man, but he made time to explain different complicated concepts, come to school to see the midterms and finals I had taken, to then look at and discuss with me what happened. Although I was and am very appreciative of his love and compassion to want me to succeed, I felt worthless. No matter how hard I worked, I was “average.” Fast forwarding to junior year, in my honors pre-calculus class I had one of the oldest, most feared teachers in my high school who happened to love both of my brothers.
Some times we pulled off one handed catches just to gain more points. That is a monument in my life I would like to relieve. I had so much fun but have you ever realized that a lot of fun just doesn’t last, before we know it, it was the and of the football season and that was if for me and Tom since we were seniors. I moved into class rater swiftly, I was late as usual but didn’t get in trouble. I liked my teacher very much, he was also the track couch.
He would even wake up extremely early in the mornings, before we would head off to school and cook us breakfast. My dad worked in the mornings for about twelve hours and my mom usually worked overnight and sometimes all day. My mom had a very strenuous job, working as a custodian at a local high school. This is why my parents’ both considered education to be at the top of their priority lists and together they ensured that my siblings and I did as well. This was good background/upbringing for me, because as I mentioned earlier, I struggled with writing and math.
Rejection. A word that I despise; and is something that has happened to me so many times in so many different ways. One of those ways was being rejected from one of my many college choices because my SAT scores did not reach their requirements. “Why apply?” you may ask, although my SAT scores did not meet their requirements, everything else on my application was perfect. I had great grades in high school, I volunteered many times; both inside and outside of school, I always helped around in my school administration whenever help was needed, and I always dedicated a month of my summer just to help my school give out the school books to students and sell the school uniforms.
My family and I discussed and received information from many schools, some of which I was totally unfamiliar with. My parents knew this was an important milestone in my life and therefore, arranged for a trip east to visit campuses and classes. That is how I chose to travel from my North Dakotan home to MIT, halfway across the nation. I had many reasons, one of which is obviously that MIT is one of the top schools in the nation, but another is that it is in the city of Boston. I am from Bismarck, North Dakota, a midwestern town of about 60,000 which I love, but I knew it was time for a new place with new experiences.
As I reminisced my carefree days in high school it made me extremely happy yet melancholic sometimes. Happy because of the random thoughts and memories I had in my entire stay in high school while sad because I knew that those memories and experiences I had before will not be likely to happen again in College. However, the most significant thing that I planned and prepared the most is my future College life. From my first year in high school up to the fourth year, I seriously studied and actively joined extra-curricular activities since I promised to myself that I will graduate high school with honors so that I could get scholarship and study in a good university someday. All of my hardships and efforts in high school ended well because I passed
A month after the examinations of class 12 were over, my friends wanted to have a reunion before getting into college. I volunteered to organise the entire meet alone. My first aim was to prioritise the list of most important things to take care and then carry on with the rest. Firstly I mad... ... middle of paper ... ... career option for me in the future because I was always good with my accounts and math. Finance has always interested me because as a kid I would see my dad handling the business as well as the business accounts.
Everyone is a winner in this game of life as long as we sleep every night satsified with our efforts during the day. Every step I make and every word I say dictates the path of my life. Coming to America is my dream and my pursuit of life just like an athlete craving for the Olympic games. Studying and reviewing tests are the trainings I do to prepare for it. It is not all about cramming on the night before the test, but a long and tedious process of preparation that requires me to constantly put in both effort and time.
I was born in Inglewood, CA son of two immigrant parents. As a young boy, I always knew the importance of education, it was engrained in me by my mother and father. They both grew up in Mexico where they both loved school until their economic hardships forced them to come to the U.S. and work. I was the first generation in my family to go to college and will be the first to pursue a graduate degree. The passion of education that my parents instilled as well as my cultural values drive me to pursue a Ph.D.
He had a happy childhood and grew up with three sisters. Steinbeck was intelligent and shy and from a young age he learned to appreciate hard working people and the land. He looked up to his father who worked hard to support the family. “His father, John Ernst Steinbeck, tried his hand at several different jobs to keep his family fed: He owned a feed-and-grain store, managed a flour plant and was the treasurer of Monterrey County. His mother, Olive Hamilton Steinbeck, was a former schoolteacher.” (bio page1) At 14 years old Steinbeck realized that he loved writing and would frequently lock himself in his room and write all day.