Personal Narrative: Growing Up In A Working Class Home

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Growing up in a working class home, I quickly gained the skills of an environmentalist, entrepreneur, and civics leader. I can still recall the smell of the flowering fruit trees of the summer months in sunny South Florid and how every year I would gather the abundance of extra fruit in our backyard and distribute them to our extended family, friends, and neighbors. In our modest home, nothing was ever thrown away, and items would be recycled many times. At the age of nine I was serving hot coffee and small pastries at the walk-up window of the small Cuban café my parents owned. As the United States prepared to celebrate its bicentennial, in the afternoons with a small booklet in hand, I drilled my mother test questions to prepare her for the …show more content…
Even though I applied for financial aid I was denied. I came to learn that the federal formula was weighted not only by income but also by assets. So my parent’s small nest egg, a modest home with sundry repairs to come and a mortgage to be paid every month for the next ten years, counted against me. I’d attend classes during the early morning hours, late afternoons, evenings and weekends as long as it didn’t interfere with my work hours. When breaks came around, while some of my friends were off on vacation or volunteering in faraway countries, I worked extra hours. Having the additional cash meant that I didn’t have to burden my parents with college tuition costs, books, meals, transportation, etc., and I could pitch in with household necessities. Even so, I had a strong desire to become part of the FIU school community. I became a founding member of the FIU Law Association, volunteering on some weekends to fundraise and participate in mock …show more content…
I’ve taken an introspective inventory of what keeps me coming back to the goal of pursuing a law school education and that is the chance to provide legal advice and a perspective from which clients can make sound personal and business decisions, even when emotions seem to be the driving force in their decision making. I can speak from experience having been in those shoes. I’m comfortable shedding my entrepreneurial career and wholeheartedly committed to becoming a full-time law student. I’m certain that every life experience, challenging crossroads, shed tears, and answered prayers prepared me for this moment in

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