My son Kaleb was born May 24 2008, and from that moment on I wanted to give him everything he deserves. I tried to go back to college right after my son was born, but I had no idea what I wanted to do for my future and taking care of Kaleb wasn't cheap. I was constantly working to pay for the expenses of Kaleb, while paying for the rest of the expenses I had. Finally four years later, I made the best decision I could for my family and that was going back to school. One of the many reasons why I came back was that I did not was to continue being in a factory the rest of my life.
He confesses: “What I am about to say to you has taken me more than twenty years to admit: A primary reason for my success in the classroom was that I couldn’t forget that schooling was changing me and separating me from the life I enjoyed before becoming a student” (598). Richard Rodriguez also explains that how he tactfully avoid hi family’s inquiry about his new-found love for books. He would hide inside of a
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.
Returning Back To School Keshia Ferguson English Composition 1 Kathy Conner September 17, 2011 Returning back to school I never thought I would be 33 years old and returning back to school. In this paper, I will be talking about returning back to school. I have never planned to go to college after I graduated from high school, but life does not always go as you plan. When I was in high school I made poor grades. I knew college wasn't a place for me.
When I left my country I was 16, my parent make the decision for me. I didn’t know the luxuries of this wonderful country. I was so happy to come because it was a different life compare to my country. The atmosphere was very classics and clean. But life was very challenging the language barrier, their rules and more.
I knew that wouldn’t be the case anymore because I now lived in Dayton. The first school that I attended in Dayton Ohio was Trotwood-Maddison High School. It looked like a big college from the outside witch was intimidating to me. On my first day of school, I was very nervous, because I didn’t know anyone. Walking the halls, not knowing where to go was very frustrating.
Third month, I finally accept the fact I’m going to America. But another problem came out, I don’t know how to speak English, even we have English class at school, but they just teach the basic conversation. its just like a huge boom throw it my life, so my mom got me a tutor, and I hate that
I had been going to Pine Cove’s family camp for a few years and didn’t want to change my plans. So when my mom asked me if I’d like to go to Timbers, Pine Cove’s junior high camp, I said “No!”. I guess my sister and my mom did a good job at convincing me, because next thing I know I was on my way to camp. I was really nervous and scared that I wouldn’t make friends--at first.
As a person who came to America very little, it was hard to identify myself as who I was. I came into the United States when I was 6 months old, and my parents were just married. Going through elementary school and middle school it was hard for me to figure out who I was, or where I stand. I believe that people who move to the United States make an effort to integrate with the larger society. Having a group of people move to our country and isolate their selves really doesn't benefit us or them.
However that’s only the beginning of their struggle. UCI’s librarians’ discuss: “those who had been well established in their homelands, such as educated professions, had to start all over again in a new language, return to school, and be re-certified in their professions” (http://seaadoc.lib.uci.edu[->0]; source #6b). It was difficult for the refugees and immigrants to start over, they had no idea how things worked around their new location. There could have been a slight chance where things stayed the same, but that was almost always unlikely. Everything about where they were now living wasn’t clear at all, anything they knew about life was taken away from them.