College Admissions Essay: Dropping Out Of School
How much I wish I could drop out of school! This is the thought that often plagues my brain as I trudge through the school day and complete my classwork. Deep down, I know I don’t mean those words, because if they were to become a reality, all of my goals and my parent’s aspirations for me would perish. If I were to voice those words out loud, some of my classmates would scoff knowing that I would be bluffing, but my parents would be disappointed, especially my father. All of the hard work I have put into school would go down the drain, stripping me of the qualities that my up my identity. Growing up in a suburban neighborhood in southern Houston was truly great. Both my elementary and middle school was within a walking distance. Up until
2007, my father worked a stable and well-paying job, waking up at 1 a.m. and being back just in time to pick me up from school. I would always be overjoyed walking out of the school doors and seeing my father waiting for me near the parking lot. But then, he got laid off from his job and had to find a new job so that he could still continue to support us. After he found a new form of employment, I rarely got to see my father, who was my number one cheerleader. As a daughter of immigrants, my parents wanted to best for my s
2007, my father worked a stable and well-paying job, waking up at 1 a.m. and being back just in time to pick me up from school. I would always be overjoyed walking out of the school doors and seeing my father waiting for me near the parking lot. But then, he got laid off from his job and had to find a new job so that he could still continue to support us. After he found a new form of employment, I rarely got to see my father, who was my number one cheerleader. As a daughter of immigrants, my parents wanted to best for my s