For many years I was scared to go to college because I thought I wasn’t college material. Hearing Capitan Mark Kelly speak about being an underachiever, and a “not so great” student really helped me see that light at the end of the tunnel. When final build up the courage with in myself, I enrolled into San Jacinto College. The only thing that stood in the way was that standardize test. I had to take the entry exam after five years of not being in school.
We had some difficulties and it was a very stressful time in our lives, but we made it. Conclusion Now, at this point in my life, I have been a nurse for eight and a half years, and I am very fortunate that I chose this career. I have not only been able to help provided for my husband and our three kids, but I also enjoy taking care of people and not just the paycheck. I have been able to help many pregnant woman through their
Through informal discussion he stated that he went to private school in Columbia and that his family lived, “a very good life there”. He told me that his father Herman is an academic and is in the US on a 3-year assignment for the United Nations. This information leads me to believe that he has been raised in an affluent household and has been well educated in his L1. The family consists of his father Herman, his mother Rosa and his 7 year old sister Karla. Mateo seems to be indifferent to the school environment.
They did a lot of moving around, from having to live with relatives to living in government housing. Viola always dreamt of a better life not only for herself, but also for her mother and her siblings. She shared thoughts that if she were to ever be blessed financially, she was going to be a blessing to others (personal communication, May 6, 2009). Well, her opportunity to be a blessing came a few years after she married her husband who is a successful doctor. This has placed Viola in the upper middle class of society, where she no longer has to worry about finances, has both of her children in private schools, and has even purchased a home for her mother.
Many Asian families still have “three generations living under one roof” means grandparents, parents, and children live in a same house. Yugoslavia, one of Newman’s interviewee in her article, says “I grew up in an extended family myself, so I am repeating that pattern in a way. It was my grandparents, parents, myself, and my sister living in a single-family home together” (91). Asian family members like to live very close because they can help and take care of each other easily. Another Asian culture is that young adults have responsibility for taking care of elders.
I would not get the personal attention that I need to learn, and I doubt if I would even know everyone in my graduating class. The next disappointing thing to me was the price. I didn’t receive any financial aid, so the cost for me would be the full cost which is $46,210. This price was far too high for me and my
Growing up as a child was smooth for me, I had good food and nice clothes on my back. My father Adolphus Carmichael was a carpenter and my mother Mabel Carmichael was unemployed. In 1944 my three sisters and I, were living with my grandmother and two aunts when my mother went to the United States and a year later my father joined her. When I was six,
I always make sure I think about everything carefully before I make a decision. For example, I’ve been thinking about college ever since I started middle school. It had always scared me and I wanted to make sure that I was ready. I’d gone from thinking I would go to U of I just because a friend wanted to, to being set on going to a community college just because I knew I wouldn’t be able to afford school. For the past year though, I have been set on going to Illinois State.
I am married, employed full-time and attending college. Amanda was raised by a single mother since the age of 5 years old. She has two sisters and a very tight knit extended maternal family with many aunts, uncles, cousins, and very supportive grandparents. I was first raised by joint custody between my mother and paternal grandparents until I was 9 years old, when my paternal grandmother passed away. I was raised with 6 brothers, only one who shared the same father as me.
I never had a chance to meet him, I always wonder what he looked like, I have never seen a picture of him, not grown anyways. There are some picture of him when he was younger but that’s it. I wish I could have had a chance to meet him and talk to him. His absence from my life really affected me. I never had a father figure and being a young boy at the reservation I really needed his advice.