Returning to School A year ago I never would have imagined that I would be back in school. It was something I had wanted to do, but I had continued putting it off. It was never the right time, or I could not figure out how to manage everything, or even how I was going to pay for it. Lately, I have been going through a lot of personal changes that has made me also want to better my place in life. Deciding to continue my education, I felt, was the best way to do this.
There are many other people who are in the same situation and struggling to survive. I don’t think that unemployment benefits should be a lifelong crutch; however there needs to be a change to assist. People who have been diligently looking for jobs, going on interviews and settling for lower incomes are losing their homes, vehicles, services and self-dignity. There needs to be something formed to protect them and rehabilitate them. My mother now lives and depends on me not because she desires to but she has no other choice; this is not fair.
That changed my life a lot. Now I was in a situation where I had to focus on work to provide for my mother. Bills just kept building up and it got to the point where I was working too much, I was too tired to go to school. So I was kicked out because I missed too many days. I can go on and on about my life after that but that would end up being a book instead of a paper.
Even though I might have a tough time in math, I will surely succeed. I can visit the professor during office hours with any questions and or concerns I have about certain areas. As well as, look at tutorial videos on MathXL or on YouTube. The more I get adapt to the subject, the more I will get comfortable to complete future problems. This transition from high school to college has become a blessing and a burden.
I was up for the challenge even though I had nothing to lose, but had much to gain. Due to the challenges I faced with my divorce, and the resignation of my job, I felt I losed everything I worked hard for. However, in the mist of having both it was tearing me apart for years. Therefore, difficult decisions had to be made in other to find myself again. Having peace in my life was not an option anymore.
He also was in the bind of trying to find work to support him and his daughter. He hated the fact of his daughter not having everything she needed and even what she wanted. But his daughter had a passion, and it was to read. She wanted to learn to read, but something’s her father couldn’t teach. He never considered of putting her in school.
I knew that it would be difficult to find a job, but some companies would take one look at me ask me a couple of questions and send me out the door. Some would even ask me when my baby was due to be born, others would asks me if I had a husband, I mean it was very obvious that these employers did not want to hire me because I was pregnant and a risk to their companies. I was so depressed in 2002, because I had a lot on my mind, a son coming in the
The most important convention I’ve learned through this is how to rely on my self more and take responsibility to help my mother out as much as possible since there is one less person. I have both feelings of this experience changing my life for the better in a way, but it mostly changed it for the worse. In the past two years I’ve learned how to be a more active member for my family, and not hide my feelings. My family has become so close since this hardship has
I knew I couldn’t handle the stress then because my family was demanding to much of my time. I would discuss with my husband that I wanted to one day be supervisor of business services and he would always say to me do you think you can handle the pressure and responsibility that come with it. I really didn’t understand what he was saying then; I just thought he was trying to talk me out of it. I decided to go for it and apply for the supervisor position that came up at my job. I knew I was skilled qualified for the position but I wasn’t degree qualified for the position.
It is getting increasingly worse, and even though I no longer even live near my parents, I am still emotionally attached to all that goes on. Just recently I decided that I needed to have a "loving" conversation with my mother and try to get her help. I went into that conversation promising myself I was going to be love, but I failed miserably. The conversation ended worse than it ever had and I swore to myself that I was washing my hands of this once and for all, and had convinced myself of this until last