My Experience Of My Life

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I woke up everyday to the greetings of my grandparents, ate my breakfast, and made my way to school. I was born in Ethiopia where I lived with my grandparents. My parents lived with me until they had to opportunity to live in America. I loved life in Ethiopia, the sun was always out and people were nice. However, this reality of mine changed when I was just about to turn seven. My parents had been frantically working in America in order to reunite the family, and with the help of God, they were ready to enjoy their fruits of labor. We arrived in Saint Paul Minnesota in the springtime and I had just turned seven. I was indulged in a lifestyle that was entirely exotic and impractical in my reality. This experience was a significance in my academic …show more content…
While I was in school my parents were hard at work. My father would most likely be found at one of his three jobs, or in the library studying for his mathematics class. My mother would be working late night shifts at her night job, or taking the city bus to her mid-day job. My siblings and I most likely were home taking care of each other. However, this new reality all came to shambles when my mother got the phone call from my grandmother in Ethiopia. My grandfather had an illness of some sort and as a result has passed away. Life took a turn as my parents had to work extra hours in order to support the family over seas. This meant my sister and I had to do more babysitting which translated to less time for homework. My mom was constantly crying and my dad was never home. Despite all the work money was still short, and my family members in Ethiopia were receiving no health care and as a result were always deathly ill. My lunch account was barely filled and for the longest time I was not eligible for free lunch or reduced lunch. It was a horrible reality to live in, and I was ashamed of myself because I lacked the power to do something about …show more content…
This was becoming clear to me as my parents took the city bus when it was negative fourteen degrees just to arrive to work on time, as I am made fun of by the American kids for being different, and as I watched my mom cry because she was homesick, tired, and sad. I then learned that excellence in key to the success in what you do. My father was dedicated to working three job with little sleep for my siblings and I, my mother was consistent in putting food on my table. All of this work required their excellence. Despite the little education they have, or the knowledge of the American life, they were excellent in everything they did for us. I soon then quickly learned that it is not the skills, nor the knowledge I have acquired that drives my excellence. It is however the smile I walk in the class with, the desire I bring to my work, and most importantly the passion that I adhere to. I am now a driven student with passion in the things I do. When it comes to concepts that I do not understand I immediately change my attitude towards

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