Growing up there was not a lot of places for dreams and goals, my entire family has lived in the same town for generations. Of those people not a single one attended, let alone completed, college after high school. They all went on to have a blue collar job, custodian, laborer, fast food restaurant employee. While I love my family more than words can say I wish that they had higher aspirations, and thus, would encourage the next generation to do better than they did. At this point my dream in the sky is to attend and graduate from college and I am not talking about the small community college in our town. I want bigger and need better. My education is the portal to success, a ticket to escape this small Midwest town where people only look forward to dying.
I have debated my choice of major for some time now. It is a tough decision because what I decide will become my career path. I could do something broad, like business, to give myself some time to decide exactly what I would like to do or I could chose a risky major like philosophy and see where it takes me. The weight of this decision is heavy upon my shoulders.
Choosing a post-secondary school is exciting, I am lucky that I was accepted at all of the colleges that I applied at. I have options! I have already decided to study out of state in order to immerse myself in my education, I don’t need any negativity from my family bring me down. I have already begun applying for scholarships and plan to get a part time job on campus. It is so exciting to be on the verge of something new and great. If I am successful in my feat, perhaps it will encourage other family members to pursue their education as well, one can only hope.