Growing up, my mother would tell me that I need to get an education. I need to go to school to get a decent job, to support my future children, to be successful in life. So I went to school. I walked across the stage in my middle school gymnasium, wearing a graduation cap that would not stop slipping off my head as I walked, and shook the principal’s hand. I gazed at my mother and knew this important lady in my life was proud of me. I was one step closer to getting a decent job, to being able to support my future children, to being successful in life. I went to high school, and I studied as if my future depended on it. I started taking college classes while still a Junior in high school, which my mother made sure to share with all of her friends. …show more content…
My mother hugged me with tears in her eyes. Soon, I would be finished with my education, then I would get a decent job, I would be able to support my future children, and then I would feel successful in my life. For most of my life, this is what I viewed education to be. Education was an express ticket to reach the final destination of leading a successful life. However, during my time attending college I have had to fight to do my best and to continue to take classes. I have worked three to four jobs at a time, and I have spent uncountable nights studying. For a time I believed I was working so hard to attend college because it would guarantee that I will live a full life. Now I realize that whether or not I have a decent job, if I have children or if I have ten cats, I will be successful in life. I will be successful because I refuse to stop learning. Even after I have graduated from college I will never stop seeking out new life experiences, and learning new skills. I will strive for knowledge for the rest of my life. My dream is to become a teacher and pass on my knowledge to young