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.
Choir Changed My Life Freshmen year of High School changed my life for the better, although at first I was very reluctant to think so. My mom and her boyfriend had been commuting for two years after he was offered a much better job in Las Vegas. We decided it would be best for me to finish up middle school and freshman year of high school, head out for the gambler’s city. This change was extreme for me and had I not gone, I would have never joined the choir, which is where this story begins. I walked into McKinney North High School (where all freshmen had to attend that year) and signed up for my first year of high school classes.
Why should I be friends with people who don’t even care to check in on me? That question lingered in my mind that whole week and weekend, when I finally realized that there are changes that come with high school and this was going to be one of them. They didn’t talk to me or try to figure out what was wrong, they moved on with their lives like I had never even been a part of them. I couldn’t sit around and waste away the rest of my year, hoping they would care about me again, so I was compelled to move on too. All the exciting ideas and plans we had made, I would experience with new people.
This turning point in my life began in my senior year of high school. As I prepared for my senior football season I never took the time out to prepare for life after high school. The only thing that mattered was that I played good football and graduated so after that I could accept my full scholarship to the University of Illinois. I didn’t know at that time that life wasn’t that easy, but I was soon to find out. As the year went on I had more and more offers to play at different universities, but I was not paying attention to any of my mentors when they would tell me that none of these offers meant anything if I didn’t have the grades.
Narrative Essay Since I was in middle school I always was on honor roll, and I would dream about going to college. Once I got to my senior year of high school my dreams were starting to become my worst nightmare. I always thought that my final year of high school was supposed to be fun and enjoy the last few months I had left with friends until we graduate. During my final year of high school it was not fun and dandy like the High School Musical movies. I endured trauma of taking the ACT nine times and almost not being accepted into college.
The hardest part of school would be the fact that I’m away from my dog, boyfriend and family. Thankfully there is facetime so I can always give them a quick call when I miss them. Plus, I only live two hours away so my parents have come down to visit me and brought my dog, which was a great surprise. As for my boyfriend he only goes to school and hour and fifteen minutes away, so I have spent a few weekends at his school, and it’s nice to see what another school is like. Lastly, my fears for the rest of the semester/ year are that I won’t achieve goals I have set for myself or that I won’t succeed as well as I want in my classes.
We were finishing up the season and the school year and that’s when all of the questions came pouring in about whether or not I was going to attend Forest City at the start of the next school year.Whenever people would ask me I would always play it off or maybe I would change the conversation to something different. I had thought about going to Forest City my freshman and sophomore years but had never really taken the initiative to get signed up. The thought of me going to high school sent chills down my spine. It was something that I had never experienced, something new with a possibility of being awkward. I had no idea what to expect whatsoever.
What matters to me, and why? When I was seventeen, I stood back and watched most of my friends getting ready to graduate the following year, some of them had planned on continuing their education after graduation, some were getting married, and a few decided that living with their parents for as long as they could before getting kicked out of the basement by mom and dad was going to be the best idea than anything else. The few who were going off to school made me jealous, but happy for them as well. They were following their dream, and higher education was the key. I would have been in that group of friends too if I hadn 't become a parent at seventeen with my first child, which forced me to drop out of school and start raising a family as a single parent.
Her main focus was always me therefore pushing her own education goals aside. Luckily enough my great grandma Etta Mae gladly took care of me during the day while my mom finished her last two years of high school but, then upon graduation decided to put college on the back burner so she could provide for me financially. When my mom was 18 she met my Dad and by 19 they were engaged and my brother was on the way. My dad had also never attended college because he simply didn’t have the motivation for it. In high school, he struggled to pass and felt that that next step in his education wasn’t necessary for him.
I felt very close with my grandpa. He would come to everything that I was involved in, and whenever he came to town, he made it a point to stop by our house even for just a few minutes. During my 7th grade year I became very distant with my family. That year I guess I thought friends were a priority over family. I wish I would have realized I was wrong before it was too late.