In my senior of high school, I was working a part-time job at Taco Bell. I had worked there for a year and a half before I became team trainer. The managers couldn't wait until I turned eighteen so I can work longer shifts. I used to work 6 days a week, and never really had much time to go out and have fun. My manager saw that I was a hard worker and I knew that she appreciated me. My boss asked me if I want to become a manager when I graduated, but then I started to think about if I wanted to go to college. I felt like if I took a year off, or even more time, I would never be in the right mindset for college.
When I first got to high school, I decided I wanted to be a chef because I loved cooking so much. I always used to help my mom and grandmother cook in the kitchen; I was so fascinated by it. I started cooking meals by myself, and the compliments I got from people made me feel like I was doing something good. I felt like this was the career for me. I used to always tell my family …show more content…
I didn't tell my mom because I felt like she would have been disappointed in me. We both thought I was taking culinary seriously, I even went to touring of culinary arts schools and colleges that had a good program for it. I didn't want my mom to think I was a failure. She spoke so highly of it to her coworkers and friends, and right there in that moment, I knew I had to figure out a plan and a solid one. I didn't want to burn bridges with my job, or want to tell my mom that I didn’t want to go to college because I would be the first person in my family to go, and everyone was waiting for me to succeed. I didn't want to let anybody down, I just wanted them to be in my shoes and see how I felt about everything, but I knew they wouldn't get it. That's when I really started to think about if I was going to college for myself, or if I was going for my mom and
When I first got to high school, I decided I wanted to be a chef because I loved cooking so much. I always used to help my mom and grandmother cook in the kitchen; I was so fascinated by it. I started cooking meals by myself, and the compliments I got from people made me feel like I was doing something good. I felt like this was the career for me. I used to always tell my family …show more content…
I didn't tell my mom because I felt like she would have been disappointed in me. We both thought I was taking culinary seriously, I even went to touring of culinary arts schools and colleges that had a good program for it. I didn't want my mom to think I was a failure. She spoke so highly of it to her coworkers and friends, and right there in that moment, I knew I had to figure out a plan and a solid one. I didn't want to burn bridges with my job, or want to tell my mom that I didn’t want to go to college because I would be the first person in my family to go, and everyone was waiting for me to succeed. I didn't want to let anybody down, I just wanted them to be in my shoes and see how I felt about everything, but I knew they wouldn't get it. That's when I really started to think about if I was going to college for myself, or if I was going for my mom and