Neither of my parents have graduated college, nor anyone in my family for that matter. Even my much older cousins on my dad's side just went right into working minimum wage jobs. But my parents have never wanted that for me or my sister, they knew that by not going to college themselves, it might cost them in the long run, but they made that choice so they could take care of my sister and I, and give us the opportunity of a better education.
My dad was always working when I was younger, luckily my mom was around to take care of us, but I really missed my dad. Even when my sister, Riley, and I were both in high school, he left the house before we woke up and was back around dinner time. He would always vent about how stressful it was to my mom, who worked at my school in administration and could somewhat empathize with him. I know he’s only working this much so that he can afford to put us through college and still life a comfortable life in the mean time, but it can be hard sometimes.
One morning when I was younger, I had once asked both my parents what they wanted to be when they grew up, they humored me even as they got ready for the jobs they already had, and even gave thoughtful answers. My dad said he would've wanted to either be a firefighter or do professional yard work, and my mom said she would've wanted to be a professional photographer. This reminds me everyday that my parents were once starry-eyed kids just like I was, but they didn't get to live the same lives they're providing to my sister and I, where we get to choose what dream to follow without feeling the same pressures they did.
Riley is two years older than me, so at the time I'm writing this she'll be starting her third year of college and I my first year. We know how much our parents sacrificed and how much us going to college means to them, so we have a sort of unspoken agreement to make the most out of these precious experiences, because there are others who will never have the same opportunities.
I'm so grateful for the way my parents raised me, even though it may seem a bit unfortunate in parts, I feel like there are so many life lessons I've learned because of my upbringing, both ones that are overused and also more unique.
My father taught me never to give up on things that I love or care for, to cherish things and treat people with respect. He passed onto me what his own parent's taught him about 'grit', which I'm thankful for today since I believe it's an integral part of who I am and why I've come as far as I have without giving up. I never would've been able to work as hard as I have in school, sports, volunteering, etc..., if it weren't for my father leading by example.
My mother has had an equally significant impact in my life, being the one to stay home and raise the demon of a toddler I happened to be. She was always there for me, and taught me how to say 'thank you' and 'I'm sorry', two phrases that I see others sometimes find difficult to say, and I'm forever grateful that my mother is the person she is, to have taught me how to set my pride aside when the situation calls for it, but to never let myself be walked over; give respect and expect it in return.
I'll forever aim to use what I've learned to forward my life and help others do the same. My specific goals in life are to become a rehabilitation ecologist, live sustainably, and set up my own scholarship for college students in the same field. I've always been taught to care about others, so it's no surprise that I've become passionate about protecting the Earth and all its inhabitants, and we need others with the same motivations to work together and take care of it.