“BEEP, BEEP, BEEP” , The alarm began to ring. I looked at the clock,and it was no later than 7:00am on a Monday morning. I laid on my bed and stared at my roof. I quietly wondered to myself “Is this worth it”? I was so exhausted I couldn’t remember my reason for wanting to go to college other than my mother forcing me. All the downsides kept rushing into my head: The cost; the exams; All the homework. I was not seeing the light at the end of the tunnel. That morning I walked into my ENC 1101 class half asleep, and ready to go back to bed. “Good Morning Class, hope you all had a great weekend”, said Professor Duenas to open up the class. Mr.Duenas always seems to be so cheerful and energetic; It intrigues me. I remember sitting there wondering how a person can be so hyper at Eight in the morning. When he spoke, you can feel his excitement. That’s when I dazed off
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James, my criminology teacher was telling the class about a case she encountered when she was in the military. It was one of the most disgusting stories I had ever heard. It involved a naval lieutenant, his wife, and their Thirteen year old daughter. The lieutenant had been molesting their daughter since she was four years old. When the girl was 12 he impregnated her, and moved away. The mother knew of the crime but never spoke up. When the daughter had the baby, her father and mother passed the offspring off as their own and later moved back to their old home. Eventually, It hit me. I was in college for my own reasons, and not because my mother was forcing me to get an education.
I’m in college to become a strong and successful woman, help the innocent victims, and put criminals behind bars. I want to graduate with a Major in Criminal Justice, and become a criminal investigator. I want to be able to support myself financially and not need to rely on my parents for money, or a man for that matter. After that, all my worries about the cost, and other little things just did not seem as
James, my criminology teacher was telling the class about a case she encountered when she was in the military. It was one of the most disgusting stories I had ever heard. It involved a naval lieutenant, his wife, and their Thirteen year old daughter. The lieutenant had been molesting their daughter since she was four years old. When the girl was 12 he impregnated her, and moved away. The mother knew of the crime but never spoke up. When the daughter had the baby, her father and mother passed the offspring off as their own and later moved back to their old home. Eventually, It hit me. I was in college for my own reasons, and not because my mother was forcing me to get an education.
I’m in college to become a strong and successful woman, help the innocent victims, and put criminals behind bars. I want to graduate with a Major in Criminal Justice, and become a criminal investigator. I want to be able to support myself financially and not need to rely on my parents for money, or a man for that matter. After that, all my worries about the cost, and other little things just did not seem as