Personal Narrative: You Can T Teach An Old Dog New Tricks

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“You can’t teach an old dog new tricks”. So the saying goes. As for me I do not agree with that saying. I believe “You’re never too old to learn”. So here I am 40 years old and back in college after 18 years. This time around I’m actually liking school. I’m very eager to learn new things and I look forward to coming to my classes every day. My greatest motivation are my children, my dad, and my husband.
Looking back I wonder why I didn’t stay in school when I was younger. I had all the support I needed to succeed, my dad. He is my greatest motivator. Has always been there for me and still is. I remember sitting at the dining room table and doing my homework while my dad did his paperwork. He would always tell me that I could do anything because
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There is one who I remember, don’t know why I remember her so much I just do. Mrs. Penny, she was my kindergarten teacher. She was a very sweet old lady, always praising me and just about the sweetest thing. Seventh grade my home economics teacher I remember maybe because that was my first experience with cooking and I enjoyed it very much. After seventh grade I kind of went downhill. Started missing class, getting kicked out of school. Just a real bad kid. Don’t know how but I actually made it thru middle school.
Now here comes high school. Didn’t get any better I guess it just got worst. Now I wasn’t just missing class I was actually running away from home. First one day then the weekend. Soon I was leaving home months at a time. The whole time my dad thought I was staying with my mom. Since they weren’t talking I was able to get away with it. Then my dad was finally told I was missing too much school. Got in trouble went back to school and the beginning of my sophomore year I get expelled? I went to a continuation didn’t do me all that good. Finally just dropped out
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Was doing fine till I got pregnant again. 1997 my second handsome boy is born. I guess school just got harder with two kids. So I quit. Looking back at things I really wish I would’ve stuck to school. After that I got hooked on drugs again. However, this time it was much worst then when I was younger. The drug was a much heavier drug. This time I wasn’t just hurting myself I had two precious beings, pregnant from my third boy which god was blessing me with and here I was hurting them also. By December 2004 my fourth boy was two months old and here I was losing custody of my first three boys. In 2007 I was blessed with a beautiful little girl. By 2008 I also lost them. In 2009 I had already hit rock bottom, so there was nowhere else to go but up. I met my husband in July. He helped me get clean. 2014 I was finally able to have contact with my

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