I am willing to give up my spare time to set a good example for my family by going to college. The only thing that annoys me the most is when you hear girls out there talking about how they could not finish high school because they were teenage mothers. A little tip is I was a teenage mother and graduated from high school. I had a son and was pregnant for my daughter while I was going to school and I graduated. I was working, taking care of my son as well as going to school.
I knew before returning to school that it would be hard to accomplish everything but somehow I will find the time to be a great mother as well as a good student. I live paycheck to paycheck to paycheck and I want more for my children and myself. By returning to school, I am able to show my children that it is never too late to go after your dreams. The only thing stopping you is yourself. I want to be an example for my children, so they will see how important a college education is.
So I believed I came back at a good time in my life. The first reason I decided to returning to school is because I could get a better career. I need to get a better career, so I could better my family because I’m a big part in my family’s lives. My life now is struggling to get by and I feel that if I could get a better education then I could get a better life of all of us and live comfortably. That way I know that if my family ever needs anything then I can afford to get that for item for them.
With a degree I will be able to get a job that pays well. I also wanted to teach my children the value of education and the fact that it is never to late to go for something important to you. Personally I enrolled for myself. I am the first person in my family to go to college. Not only did I want to make my family proud, I wanted to be proud of myself.
When it is done effectively, children all over the world are to become promising and productive citizens. (Is teaching the most important job in the world?) That being said, it would make my day to know that I was able to help another child succeed in their life. Equally important, one of my reasons a college education is so important to me
These are just some of the things I am looking forward to do when I grow up. This is one dream I am going to strive for and work to get. This is why this scholarship is very important to me, because it may be the one thing that gets me to where I want to be and be a start to the dream I have been working for. Many people in the world don’t get a chance like this. But I am very lucky to have this opportunity.
Youngest of five children c. Identical twin II. Who were the important people in your life? d. Family as a whole e. My mother f. My oldest sister (not my twin) g. My father h. My fiancé III. What were you like as a teenager? i. Loner j.
Once I become a nurse I’m sure that I will make a great one and also be excited to come to the work place daily. Before I become a registered Nurse there are some requirements in education that I must first
I felt the warmness on my cheeks as they turned red from embarrassment as my second grade teacher asked me a simple question, “What do you want for Christmas?” I felt the eyes of my classmates burning on my body as I struggled to answer her. Speaking up in class was never an easy task for me. I kept to myself growing up because of the social discomfort I felt with my peers and teachers. It never occurred to me that my family dysfunction was the negative impact on my social skills until my older sister explained to me that there were more children who were under the same circumstances that we were in. Being a child in a dysfunctional family has made growing up more difficult because even though my sister pointed out to me that our parents cared for us deeply, she convinced me that they unintentionally neglected us and our emotional needs—according to a study she came across.
Many children did not attend school as the older ones were made to work to bring food to the family table. My mother was born in 1938 and was the third youngest but her two younger sisters, Estelle and Rosa, died very young due to malnutrition and preventable childhood diseases. My mother was able to go to elementary school while her brothers and sister worked in whatever they could to sustain the family. My grandfather died in 1946 leaving behind two families of his own making. In 1948, my grandmother’s sister, Maria Torres, who had immigrated to the United States in 1929, paid a visit to Puerto Rico to see my grandmother and told her wondrous