My childhood wasn’t glamorous enough to brag about, nor was it full of grief-stricken struggles that would warrant a tug at any heartstrings. It was simple. I grew up with both of my parents and my brother who was 4 years my senior. We didn’t have much to spend on extravagances, but in retrospect, I wouldn’t have known that because my parents gave me everything I needed and sometimes, when I deserved it, even things that I didn’t need.
I floated through elementary and middle school with high academic marks, not missing a single semester of making honor roll. It wasn’t until high school when lack of interest and effort began affecting my grades. My performance in school was less than ideal; at this time in my life I was too distracted with working multiple jobs to support my shopping and car hobbies and the never-ending extracurricular activities with my friends. My grades …show more content…
My father has since passed away, I’m married with 3 daughters – one of which is a junior in high school currently scouting colleges she’d like to attend, and I’m a Branch Director at the Boys & Girls Clubs. Knowing what I know now, I’d like to think that if I knew about the Club when I was in high school, I wouldn’t be writing an essay like this. But after some thought, I don’t think a Club would have swayed me to quit some of my jobs, or pass on the many opportunities to go out with my friends. School was easy for me…when I applied myself. At the time it just didn’t fit in to my