We did all the chores, study, cook and more. My parents sacrificed a lot for me, just so I would have a taste of success that they never... ... middle of paper ... ...lties that Charter presented to them. In Charter, I had to continuously work hard in order to catch up with the other students. I had to teach myself how to write essays, how to do algebra, basic geography and more. In the end it was all worth it.
However, the experience that I went through between the period of my high school and community college has totally changed my life. I used to living in Oakland and went school there. When I was a freshman in high school, I did not realize how important education is, plus the pressure that added on me from my parents and the environment that surrounds me, I did not wanted to be serious about school at all. My parents always wanted me to take my time to study and telling me the importance of education, but I believed that people can become successful without education. Therefore, under the ordering of my rebellious heart, I started skipping classes and became lazy about school.
I always knew school was hard for me, school was to me as land is to fish. It was even harder since I didn’t learn how to read until I was in the second grade. I did eventually learn to read, but by the time I did, my peers had left me in the dust. Originating from Mexican immigrants that were limited by their lack of English and little education, I had to learn everything myself when it came to school. I got extra help from my teachers and other faculty members during my younger years and learned how to do well in subjects like math and reading.
Dyslexia makes it harder for me to read, spell, comprehend, and remember information. Growing up, the public school system marked me as a student who would not succeed in college life and had no reason to be prepared for college. I had an IEP for almost all of my schooling, which meant I was able to get extra help on classes and more time on testing. The school system never really followed through with my IEP and told me that I was just fine without it. Since the school felt I was performing so well on my own in academic classes, they talked my mom and me into doing away with my IEP.
My parents’ divorce presented me with a difficult choice between entering public school or continuing my homeschool education. Although I loved being homeschooled and the freedom that accompanied it, I knew public school would push me academically and socially in ways homeschooling could not. Despite my vicious apprehension of facing real teachers and peers my own age, I chose to enter public high school as a freshman with no understanding of what school would entail. While homeschooled, I would wake up when I chose, wear sweat pants all day, and take breaks when I desired. I had never written an essay, sat quietly in a classroom for hours, listened to a lecture, or had a homework assignment.
It took a bit in my life to realize this. But it started in a place I never thought it would be ; on a farm. My drive to work is what started what would change my life. When I was fourteen, I was frustrated that the only time I could get money was by asking my mom which usually resulted her saying no. I had been thinking about getting a job yet I was too young for most jobs so I didn't bother to even look for one.
I was trying to figured out how I was about to go without my phone. My dad told me that it be a week before I could get a new phone. Those words felt bad to hear because I basically survive off my phone, it was my alarm to wake up for school and it was where I talk to all my friends. I honestly felt like I was going be socially isolated because I needed my phone too basically connect with all my friends. That week was honestly hell to me, I struggled waking up for school because I didn’t have my alarm to wake up to every morning.
My story is about my friend and I who one day came up with an idea to entertain ourselves. To be frank, it wasn't the safest idea. Nor the smartest. But we were at an age where life was at our peril. We hardly ever had any homework and our parents thought we were too innocent to punish us if we came home from school late.
I would mostly handle my schoolwork alone in my room, so I never felt like I spent too much time with my mom. However, almost all of my non-homeschooled friends have expressed how they would never be able to handle their parents all day, every day. Speaking on behalf of their parents, I am sure that feeling is mutual. When it becomes time to apply for colleges, public school counselors guide the students step by step through the process and have official transcripts to send in. For homeschoolers, however, the process is different and much more complicated.
When I arrived at my first day of school I waited for people to start to talk to me and didn’t make many friends that way. I had few friends and the number would gradually grow over some time. Having no siblings around my age made me love to go to school. When I would get home I would have no one to play with so therefore I would look forward to school the next day. Not having siblings of similar age or sex can have an effect on the way a person is at school.