I was supposed to graduate May 2015 with my degree in accounting but I decided not to be afraid and I picked up my degree in management with the mind set she would hang in for one more year. That summer I went home to be with my family and she died on June 22, 2015. I was depressed and angry with myself because if I would have decided to graduate and not pursue my second degree she would have been around to see me obtain my degree. I could have showed her that I made it like she always said I would. I wanted her to be proud of me.
By that time, I was married with a two-year-old, so I did the only thing I knew how to do and I pushed off college again. Fast-forward five additional years and I was seriously looking to enroll in college this time, but now there were three kids and I quit my job (daycare was not a feasible option with three kids) to be a stay at home parent. By not bringing in any sort of income, college still wasn’t going to be an available option anytime soon. Once my youngest was three I decided to start looking at college once again. I knew it would need to be online since my family’s schedule does not allow for anything else.
I decided that I was going to take two years off and work and then attend college. After working two full time jobs for two years I was finally ready to go back to school. My parents never attended college so this was all new to us. Finding the right program learning how to sign up for classes was all very new. Although it was tough getting started I was finally all signed up for classes.
Something had to have happened. The next day I walked right up to her and asked, "What 's wrong, what did I do for you to stop being my friend? ", and she replied with, "I heard you was talking about me." When I heard that I saw red, I would never talk about my best friend to anyone, but what really confused me was that she was my only friend so who could I have said that too? She turned her back to me and ended the conversation, that really hurt but I left, but not without telling her, " You 're my best friend, I could never do that to you.
Finally I decided to tell my parents that I could not do this course anymore and they agreed. So for the next few months I was evaluating all my options on what to next. I decided to enroll myself in Help University Foundation in arts program because I felt it was a program that I could excel in could lead me to a degree in Accounting & Finance which is my goal. As an extra incentive for me achieve my goal, I paid for part of my fees when I enrolled in order to keep me motivated and
My parents made it very clear that if I did not get a large scholarship to any university, I would have to go to the local community college. That was the last thing I wanted to happen, I wanted out of the house. I now had a strong incentive to do well in school. I wanted to be able to go out on my own and escape their tight grasp on me. I completed year after year, always making “A’s” in my classes.
I had attended the community college in my area during my last year in high school to take some extra courses, and I truly detested the place. I really did not want to go anywhere but < >. So I petitioned for readmission to a new department at< >. I decided that I should focus my studies on something other than engineering, because it was much more than I had expected, and it was flat out, too
I started taking dual credit courses in high school to shut my mother up about advanced schooling, ended up liking the teachers and how affordable going to a junior college was at the time. With that last line, I’d like to move on to the main factor in my going to college: the cost. My mother and grandmother weren’t the best at taking care of their budgets and how much they’d spend—which often left me skipping out on buying things
In the reading “Who Goes to College” written by Cecilia Rodriguez Milanes I was able to see myself in her situation. When she was a senior she had no idea what she was going to do her following year, all she knew was that her parents wanted her to attend college. She always wanted to work, she liked being able to provide for herself but her parents always told her that college would come first. She had no clue of how college worked, what classes she would take or what she would do there. After all the confusion she had of what college truly is, she began to love it.
I still had my friend that I have been friends with since eighth grade, but that was really it. I did have to give up dance squad, which did bother me, because I was on the dance team sense my freshman year it was hard seeing the seniors and knowing I would have been out there if my life had not change. There were days that I would have to miss, if Olivia was sick and nobody was off. I ended up dropping out of trig, because I was so behind in the class when I started school, but I couldn’t catch back