Leaving Work and Going Back to School for a Brighter Future I thought about it for months, sleepless nights, draining my energy, do I quit my job and go back to school or do I continue to work? My family has begun to suffer; my oldest child is now first grade, my youngest is four. To continue to work means working only for family insurance and to pay the daycare to raise my children. Will they ever know the joy of summer breaks before it’s too late? Are their tiny brains being overloaded with school work and not enough play and imaginative exercise? All these thoughts run, trample and muttle my initiative to get up each morning and drag myself to a job that I’m not happy with. The tempting, aroma of fresh ground coffee beans, the hot water of the mornings shower just don’t have the same effect on my alertness and desire to go to work. Money is going to be sparse we will need to get use to a new life style. The day has come; I can’t take this yo-yoing effect of dread and despair. I have to, there isn’t another way, we’ll have to make do, I’m going to quit today. The sudden realization of a decision that’s long overdue has my stomach in knots, I feel the bile rising, going to be sick, and yet my head and shoulders feel fifty pounds lighter. There is a light at the end of this long drab tunnel. Wow, my first day home with the kids we slept until ten o’clock. Its summer time and there is no school to rush off to. There is no work that is demanding me to be there at 7:50 a.m. We can finally have a decent home cooked breakfast; eggs, bacon, toast and jam, not just some thrown together cold cereal. Today is our day; I know that tomorrow brings lots of new tasks to be done. The reality of this is settin... ... middle of paper ... ...links, final GPA for summer II eyes open to see 4.0. I can’t believe this is really happening; I have never gotten a 4.0 in my life! In the blink of an eye I’m on the phone to my husband to tell him the wonderful news, next it’s on to my mother, then my sister, and my husband’s family. This is my light at the end of the tunnel. I have proven to myself and everyone else that I can go back to school, raise my family and be all the better for it. Family motivation and the desire to better myself has really paid off. I’m back on the path that I have always dreamed I would be on. It may be later in life than I had hoped but having children young, and my latest decision of going back to school and better not only myself but my family as well has been the best and probably the most difficult that I have ever made. This truly is the greatest reward a mother could have.
I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. I had worked so hard for this opportunity, and I had finally been accepted after that year of hard work, keeping my grades up and filling out forms. My goal had been reached and I couldn't be more proud of myself.
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.
However, despite everything that I'm involved in, I manage to make time to keep up with my responsibilities, for example, practicing my flute in spare time, to pass an exam, or reading Kafka’s, The Metamorphosis, as a homework assignment. Even though all this seeming tedious, I make it work, as a result it's always a great payoff, which is why I'm so dedicated to anything I’m involved in. I intend to make my high school years count, for these few years to be the bricks that builds a strong foundation for a great future for myself and those that surround! My creativity that I offer, allows me to choose a different road from the one that's paved by the many people that previously walked upon it. The strong mindset I have, continually helped me along my journey. Sometimes when situations go for the worst, I just remember that the opportunities to come at the end is always better than the struggle to achieve it. Through all the tough assignments plus some sleepless nights I still managed to make and receive the best out of it
There is more to every student than just their standardized test scores and cumulative GPA. Behind every test score and credit earned is the person who achieved those scores all while living a life. The behind the scenes of every students’ life is the most important part. It is what makes that 4.03 GPA even more exceptional, when the events that took place during that time are unknown. The struggles that were overcome and how every student did the best they could during that time.
Returning back to school was a very natural decision for me. It seemed to be the next logical step in my personal and career goals. My ultimate goal is to be happy and healthy and be a good provider and role model. With that set aside for now, my next goal is to be financially stable and able to provide for my family in ways that my family was not able to provide for me. I definitely expect to work for what I want and earn every bit of it. The most recent motivator was that my company was willing to contribute a huge chunk of the yearly tuition, therefore removing some financial burden. This makes me feel like they truly care about my future and they really want to see me succeed.
Leave the sofa, go to the kitchen, and start breakfast for the children and yourself. Breakfast is the most important meal of the day so fix a substantial meal to fuel the kids until lunchtime. Start preparing lunches, lay out the kid’s clothes for the day, pack their book bags, go to their rooms, and tell them to get up out of the bed. Run go flip the bacon and eggs. Put toast into the toaster, pour orange juice into glasses, and put finished lunches into book bags. Tell kids to get out of the bed again.
Getting back where everything started, my bed. While laying down in my bed I go through my backpack and check for homework. When I’m done with my homework, I turn everything off and stare at the ceiling. In a dark and peaceful atmosphere, thinking why I can’t quit anything I had done so far. My grades are untouchable, that’s not an option. Soccer, there’s no way I played 3 years for school and quitting my last year. Lobo Prep is my only opportunity to get a higher score. A higher score, that means more universities to get accepted into and more opportunities of getting scholarships. Furthermore, the only reason I don’t want to quit my job to provide more time to my education, is because I want to prove my parents that is possible to do well in both school and work at the same time. This type of life has totally changed my life in every perspective. Now I’m a more mentally strong, mature, responsible, independent person. Sadly now, I don’t have time to spend with my family, however, I still feel the responsibility to become the first from my entire family to graduate from a university. I want to become a role model for my brother and sister, that’s one of my biggest motivations. The way that my parents treat me because of the fact that I’m able to do this routine every day. Makes me feel some type of inexplicable way that makes me keep fighting in this everyday
As I look to graduate, I become increasingly aware that I have my entire life to look forward to. Even though I will have struggles throughout my life, I still have my well being to fall back on. When all else fails, I am and hopefully always will be self-assured that I am here, healthy and able to bring myself through the worst of circumstances.
Going back to school after summer was something I looked forward to. Seeing the friends I missed over the summer was something very cool. This past summer was by far my favorite. There was a party literally every night, I went to Florida to check out my future college, we went to Minnetonka on a friend's boat and much more. My favorite was going to the lake with everyone. We stayed out there all day and just hung out. Coming back to school was a huge transition. I had to change my sleep schedule from sleeping in until 11:30 AM to waking up at 6:00 AM. That was my toughest challenge excluding the need to begin a study habit during the weekdays. Studying is honestly my least favorite thing to do when there are so many other things I could be doing other than that. Overall the return to school was exciting for me considering it is Senior year, and we only have two semesters of school left! Time flies in High School and I never thought I would be here today!
I do not believe the universe only knocks once, I believe it starts as a whisper and goes round and round till you get it. It is usually the quiet or the unexpected moments you hear it best, though still sometimes you might need several of those moments and a few reminders after that. It was in my most recent semester at school where I heard how imbalanced I truly was, and if I made it my mission to live my life in balance, to relax more and trust more, I will be more.
A new year had just arrived. I can still picture January in my mind, the mood was sullen and dark, I could feel the cold reaching my bones, but now I know that was the best feeling I‘d ever had. I had only a few weeks left to start college, which had been my dream since I can remember. My dad had already paid for my tuition, I was so exited I had promised to do my best. Then, I realized there was an obstacle in my way. I knew I needed to make a decision on whether or not keeping my pregnancy, it sounds rough, but it was definitive. I did not want to miss school, so I was definitely not taking this to the last term. I just could not think of myself being prostrated in bed for so long, as an impediment to start school. Never, nothing would make me give up on my dreams, and that was another promise I had made to myself.
Despite the seemingly perpetual heat, work had been alright so far. Customers had an average amount of patience and tips were (shockingly) better than average for a Tuesday night — and it certainly helped the weather had cooled from a sweltering ninety-five to a much more manageable seventy-eight. It was the first time in over a week Jonah would be leaving work in a decent mood — but it wouldn’t stop the overwhelming weariness creeping behind his eyelids. And tonight? God, he had a paper to do tonight. Something he couldn’t just bullshit forty-five minutes before it was due. And that meant there was only one option — paying the coffee shop across the street from Pizza Hut a visit.
In the morning, I didn’t feel well and decided to phone my manager to take a day off. Mike finished his breakfast, kissed me goodbye on my forehead and closed the door behind. It was time to prepare breakfast for Luke. I heard very often from other mums, that they need to kick their teenage kids out of their bed every morning. But with our son Luke, it was different. With a great excitement in eyes and a big smile, he was ready to start another day. I was making pancakes with a strawberry jam. His favorite.
When Maddison came and knocked on the door at the end of the day, I felt my stress dissipate, as much as I loved babysitting Everlee and Paxton, the best part of my day was when the lot of them drove away. The well-earned stillness and solitude surrounded me like a warm blanket. Reflecting back on the day, I appreciated babysitting Everlee and Paxton, and even though periodically I felt like quitting, I persevered through the day and acquired enough money to buy meaningful gifts for the holidays. With the day behind me I felt accomplished and
It is a sunny morning. I am home with my stepfather and brothers. The clouds seem perfectly shaped as they swivel in the sky. The birds whistle a tune no morning has heard and the trees dance as the breeze whips. I am stuck indoors, and I am missing what seems to be the perfect day. My brother is leaving to head to basketball camp. My other brother is heading to work. Today was going to be a day with just my stepdad and me. He prepares breakfast for me, and the smell captivates my senses. I stop staring out the window and head to the bathroom and then to the table to eat. This is the perfect day.