Silence hung in the air like a thick fog. I shot an inquisitive glance at the advisor sitting beside me in hopes that he would speak to break the tension. He exhaled deeply and simply continued tapping the endcap of his pen on the shuffled stack of paperwork that lay before him. In the thirty-five minutes since we had begun our meeting, the couple across from us had managed to roll their chairs so far apart that the wedge had created an imaginary wall of hatred and distrust. It was my second semester as an intern at Quest Capital Management and I was eager to examine how the advisor was going mediate this disagreement and peacefully maneuver the conversation back to the topic of the couple’s spending habits. His taciturn demeanor however,
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However, I knew from that moment forward that my life would never be the same. No person or book could have ever prepared me for what my soul was about to experience. It was July, two months after my brother’s funeral, and I lay a heaping mess staring at the ceiling of my living room. All I can remember thinking is how badly I wanted to run away. But I was smart enough to know that grief was not something that I could outrun. For the first time in my life I was motivated to take complete control of the direction of my life. I had no idea how I was going to afford it, what I was going to study, or where I was going to go but it was in that moment of complete vulnerability that I made the decision that I would go to college. In two weeks, I had moved back to my hometown of Texarkana, Texas to live with my grandparents and I was awarded a financial need based scholarship available to first generation college students at the local community college. Before I knew it, my freshman year was over. I had survived with good grades, a few new friends, and even managed to lose eighty pounds and getting in the best shape of my life. College offered a strict schedule and an opportunity for me engage in a healthy distraction from my grief. I had discovered what study methods worked best for me and as a result I made the Dean’s list by achieving all A’s my second semester. Spurring from my love of economics I declared business as my major and began looking for universities in which I could transfer. I relocated to Dallas in the spring of 2011 where I was offered a full academic scholarship at Texas Woman’s University. After a semester of completing
However, I knew from that moment forward that my life would never be the same. No person or book could have ever prepared me for what my soul was about to experience. It was July, two months after my brother’s funeral, and I lay a heaping mess staring at the ceiling of my living room. All I can remember thinking is how badly I wanted to run away. But I was smart enough to know that grief was not something that I could outrun. For the first time in my life I was motivated to take complete control of the direction of my life. I had no idea how I was going to afford it, what I was going to study, or where I was going to go but it was in that moment of complete vulnerability that I made the decision that I would go to college. In two weeks, I had moved back to my hometown of Texarkana, Texas to live with my grandparents and I was awarded a financial need based scholarship available to first generation college students at the local community college. Before I knew it, my freshman year was over. I had survived with good grades, a few new friends, and even managed to lose eighty pounds and getting in the best shape of my life. College offered a strict schedule and an opportunity for me engage in a healthy distraction from my grief. I had discovered what study methods worked best for me and as a result I made the Dean’s list by achieving all A’s my second semester. Spurring from my love of economics I declared business as my major and began looking for universities in which I could transfer. I relocated to Dallas in the spring of 2011 where I was offered a full academic scholarship at Texas Woman’s University. After a semester of completing