It is a cloudy morning in Frisco, TX a small city thirty miles north of Dallas. I had just arrived from Amman, Jordan two month ago and I have been going to school for a month now. I hear my mom calling me to wake me up like an alarm clock “BASHAR WAKE UP, YOU’RE GOING TO BE LATE AGAIN TO SCHOOL” I act like I didn’t hear anything and cover myself under the sheets of the bed and went back to sleep. I never liked school, Growing up I never thought to myself that going to school and obtaining a degree is the best way to secure my future and to be successful. I want to quit school and just find a job or start a business and build myself from there. Then my dad flies into my room like a hawk, he snatches the bed sheets from the top of me and tells