Vague Thesis: How my brain keeps trying to make me go to college. I like a lot of people didn’t go to college straight out of High School. I took a year off. I did nothing. I went to school for a semester and realized I couldn’t pay for it and that what I thought I had wanted to do my whole life sucked and I hated it.
When he got deported the first time I had to grow up and basically become a second mother to my siblings. Not only was my best friend taken away from me, but I also knew the responsibility that was about to be put on my shoulders because of this. Now, I really can’t enjoy my college years the way I wish I could have. My mother completely lost it when she heard the news about my dad. She had just overcome the fright of my sister’s diagnosis and now she had a whole different situation to stress over.
I was upset after graduating high school right at the age of seventeen, my parents were too afraid to let me apply to big Universities far away from home. My parents knew I was clueless about life, but knew I wanted to get a college degree. My mother recommended Lone Star College to me, since she attended there when she
I knew the change was coming soon because when I first enrolled into this university she became sick. All I wanted was for her to make it to my college graduation but my grandmother told me she wasn’t going to. But I myself being in denial I didn’t want believe her and I refused to see what was happening right in front of my face. She was going to die rather I chose to believe it or not. So I guess I can consider myself like hem too.
Almost a year into our relationship we found out I was pregnant. We were shocked and scared at the same time, especially since I was only fifteen. We thought of different options, but came to the conclusion of keeping this child. Unfortunately we dropped out of school to support our baby
In high school I didn’t know what I wanted to with my life. Should I get a job or go to college? After I graduated my parents decided to get divorced so the stress and drama of the situation held me back from applying to school. I took a year off and started working at random part time jobs eventually got sick of it at finally applied to school. I registered for two classes but I made the dumb mistake of taking them with my friends from high school.
College Admissions: Slacking It's unbelievable how each year, since the beginning of high school, my perfectly laid plans for myself have unavoidably deteriorated. When I entered my freshman year, I had aspirations of being a doctor (something I had wanted to be since I was a child). Now, here I am entering my senior year in high school without any idea of what I want to do. Now seems to be the time to start taking life seriously and making responsible, educated choices. Looking back on it now, I realize that I cannot become the doctor I wanted to be.
My decision to go back to school was not an easy decision. For the last seven years, I have been a stay- at- home mother and during that time I have often thought about going back to school and earning a degree. But, whenever the thought of going back to school crossed my mind I would feel as though I was neglecting my duties as a wife and mother. I also suffered from a paralyzing fear of failure that has always kept me from pursuing the possibilities of obtaining a higher education. After much prayer and discussion with my family, I finally made the decision to move forward with my plans to obtain a college education.
Why does going and graduating college mean so much to her? What makes her different from all the others? Well, to answer all those questions you would have to continue reading as I explain some of the moments in my life, in which they brought me to the conclusion that I have to go to college. When I was little my mother was with my brothers’ dad and she wasn 't the best mother. I think that I am the way I am today because of how she was and I knew I did not want to be like that.
The rhetorical sensitivity went wrong with communication because of different culture perspective on marriage. Every culture does not have the same belief on marriage and that’s where the problem was with both cultures. Growing up, my parents were strict on my siblings and I, not just letting us hang outside of school but also dating. They didn’t believed that we kids should date until we finish college and have our bachelor degree. My older sister went against their words and got into a relationship during her senior year of high school.