“London Bridge is falling down/falling down, falling down/London Bridge is falling down/ My fair lady.” When I was 15 years old, I started my first job as a counselor for the Green Island Park Program, where I sang nursery rhymes, played games, and oversaw arts and crafts with children in the program. Even though I faced challenges, such as getting all the children to participate in the daily activities or dealing with children that misbehaved, I never had a dull moment during my five years as a camp counselor. The summer before my senior year of college, I decided to devote more time to figure out what I wanted to do with my life and what career path I should follow. So, I decided not to return to work as a camp counselor. This became the worst decision I have ever made while simultaneously being the best decision.
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Since the age of 18, I have always worked two jobs, roughly 60 hours, during the summer, so that I could contribute to my family’s household because both of my parents are permanently disabled. While I enjoyed the people that I worked with, I did not enjoy the work itself. Although I served different customers each day, I performed the same tedious and boring tasks. Even though the work was necessary, it was not meaningful to me. When I went to work, I could not wait for the clock to strike 10 pm so that I could finally escape. I tolerated working at this job because my co-workers were friendly and the pay was decent, but I realized that I gave up part of my happiness when I chose to work at the supermarket instead of at the park program. I missed playing basketball games with the children, playing limbo in the sprinklers, and making art projects with the children. Most of all, I missed seeing the excitement on their
Since the age of 18, I have always worked two jobs, roughly 60 hours, during the summer, so that I could contribute to my family’s household because both of my parents are permanently disabled. While I enjoyed the people that I worked with, I did not enjoy the work itself. Although I served different customers each day, I performed the same tedious and boring tasks. Even though the work was necessary, it was not meaningful to me. When I went to work, I could not wait for the clock to strike 10 pm so that I could finally escape. I tolerated working at this job because my co-workers were friendly and the pay was decent, but I realized that I gave up part of my happiness when I chose to work at the supermarket instead of at the park program. I missed playing basketball games with the children, playing limbo in the sprinklers, and making art projects with the children. Most of all, I missed seeing the excitement on their