I had no idea what I wanted to be, I wasn't in school and I wasn't sure I had the commitment to come back to school. I had no future goals. All the life goals that I had envision where crashing down. Since I knew many people knew that I was studying architecture I kept coming across to people asking me how was my progress in school. It made me feel embarrassed to tell them that I dropped out from studying it.
It was one of the major transition in life. I left my school and classmates without saying farewells because at that time I did not know how to say goodbyes. And during that time all I thought of was the excitements of the new beginning. But looking back at it now, I know at that time I was anxious of all the unknowing that was ahead of me. After I landed in Harare, I was terribly lost and didn't know what I was doing there.
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. No harm, no foul, move on. Except I can’t. My brain won’t let me. I, like a lot of people, didn’t go to college straight out of High School.
My father gave me no choice, but to start working, so I did. In my nightmare, I was going to high school; however, I could not pass any test or turn in any homework. All of my classmates moved on to the next semester, and I kept failing without hope. I now realize that for so many years I was just hiding; seeking refuge from my nightmare. Convincing myself with the excuse that I only had time to work, and that it was too late for me to get educated.
My parents said my life in Vietnam was hopeless, because the education was not good, result of disciplines, and hard to be successful. Not many teachers were helpful to students. I spent majority of time and lot of money for school, but learned nothing. Rather teaching students, teachers yelled at students just for a small mistake that he or she wasn’t intend to make. My classes were scheduled for the whole day without break.
Since my parents didn’t let me do the things I insisted to do, I became quite rebellious. I would answer back to them, not pay attention and not do the things they wanted me to. I needed a new ways of handling things at home, I thought nobody or anything can help me. I couldn’t wait to leave. After one week, camp was not great anymore, all of my bunk mates felt the same way.
However, war may make others feel important and patriotic. Gene, Lepper, and Finny all went through changes and had their own physical and emotional development. Lepper was not ready to enlist in the army. He enlisted in the service for the wrong reasons. Lepper enlisted thinking that he would travel and ski and he was not prepared for the hardships of war itself.
Sadly the day has arrived for us to go back home. All I wanted to tell them before we left to the airport is that I appreciate everything they had done for us giving us a great and amazing time with them that we will always love them with all our hearts and that one day we will come back and visit them again to have another great journey together. I was planning to go back to Mexico in another year to spend some time with my grandparent’s and having another great adventure together. Sadly when my parents gave me the news that my grandpa had passed away my heart was broken, because my grandpa told me before we left the airport that he wanted to see me one last time before he dies. I just want to thank him and my grandma and all my family for everything they have
Even though he dreamed to become a writer, he had no leeway to think about dreams like that or mine. At first, he was just hungry for a better life and environment. Richard’s dream was to go up North for a better life and environment because he was tired of the discrimination and the racial distinction between whites and blacks. Richard and I are similar in some ways. I really don’t know how to get a job or anything.
Once “Cowboy Bill”, William James Broussard Jr, slowly lost his passion and respect for the Seminole way of life, his mindful direction took an unfavorable turn. However, as was etched into his developing mind in his childhood, meaning and purpose for life only arrives once one submits to their Higher Calling, and for Bill…this was his intense fervor of the Alligator and the Native American Indian culture. This Cajun gentleman originates from Pierre Part, LA, but relocated in the summer of 2004 to find fame at The International Flea Market in Auburndale, FL. Born to William and Diana Broussard April 1st, 1972, Cowboy Bill was the youngest of six children. Growing up near the bayou of Pierre Part, meant that the family had wildlife as their constant companions.