The Importance Of My Life

For me, I owe much to my parents. Not only the values I have as a person, but as a student as well. As children, what we understand of our parents lives and obstacles is very little. There was a time where I thought parents never struggled and money was just handed to them. However, as I grew older I learned that unfortunately money is not handed to you and parents have their own life changing experiences. It’s difficult to write about experiences not my own, but these experiences are largely responsible for who I am today. Both of my parents grew up poor in Columbus, Ohio, and both had very difficult lives at home. I had always known that my father had five brothers and sister, that they were poor. What I hadn’t know was that my grandmother …show more content…
Yet as I grew older, I started to realize that certain things made me very uncomfortable. While I was homeschooled for a number of years, I spent eighth and ninth grade at a small town school. I would often here remarks about the poorer students in the class, or the students who tried their hardest to succeed. It took me a long while to realize that these students had actually no idea what being poor meant. That the kids that tried hard were the kids wanting to better themselves and go someplace in the world. I eventually went back to an online school, but that experience stuck with me. How could it be that someone didn’t recognize what poverty meant? I still think about it often today, especially now that I am entering college. To many, college is the next step on a simple “to-do list”. Yet for my family, it was an achievement. My father could never afford college, and my mother had dropped out of high school. I had asked them about it once, to which the both remarked, “College didn’t even seem like a choice. It was something we could never had”. My father had taken me to the Start session in June, since he hadn’t had a chance to look at the campus. He stopped for a second and remarked. “You know, this was something we never could have had.”. I’m very proud of my father, a man who spent years working at an automotive factory and eventually becoming a leading man in programming and operating robots, all with a college education. Yet, I try to imagine what he could’ve achieve if he the chance to go to college. My mother once told me she won awards for her writing, and how the only class she would ever show up for was English. I had never known my mother loved to