I remember it as if it was yesterday; my first college application, something that I had been waiting for my whole life. I worked so hard in school and pushed myself in order to be able to get accepted into a University. Throughout my whole body I felt goose bumps, I do not know why I was feeling this way. Maybe it was because I was scared that I would not get accepted in any University, and that would mean everything I had been working for would go down the drain. I knew I had someone who would always support me, my mother. She was and always will be there for me no matter what. As she stood behind me with her hands on my shoulders, she came down slowly and whispered into my ear, “A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.”
“What do you mean by that?” I asked her.
“The first step towards getting somewhere is to decide that you are not going to stay where you are.” She replied.
I have never heard her say something so meaningful in my entire life until then, and I will forever take those words with me wherever I go.
“But what if I get stuck and I don’t know what to do?” I inquired.
“That’s why I’m here, to support you and help you with everything that causes you problems,” she answered with a smile on her face.
My troubles faded away, or so I thought. I submitted my application to several Universities, hoping at least one of them would accept me. The easy stuff was out of the way, but now came the most important question I could ever ask myself, “How am I going to pay for college?” I was not financially set; in fact, I came from a family that was neither poor nor rich. That is when all my previous troubles came back. I turned to the only person who knew more about applying to Universities than anyone else, Willie Castrejon, our schools college advisor. After I told him about the situation I was in he responded, “Don’t worry that’s why I’m here, to help you out. I’m sure we’ll