Education has always been important to my family. My mother has always put forth extra effort so that I could have the best education possible. I remember being five years old, fidgeting in my chair, eyeing the window, looking outside where freedom screamed my name, struggling to concentrate as Mom sounded out the words of the book “Pickles the Fire Cat” in an effort to teach me to read. I remember eventually being able to skim the pages of the book myself, reading aloud to her the pages she must have memorized at that point.
I remember my mother pulling me out of public school and placing me in a private school so I would have a more advanced education. I remember the first day of school, wearing the itchy plaid uniform, shy to make new friends. I remember growing to love the challenge of harder classes, the competition among my peers to get the “highest A” on our ancient history exams. I remember my mother going back to work as a Registered Nurse to pay for tuition.
I am thankful for what my mother has done to help better my opportunities. Now that I am in college, it is my place to show her that her hard work in the past will have paid off. I just hope that I can live up to those standards.
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