buttercuplove47
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“Freedom is just another word for nothing left to lose.”I, just like any other teenager out there, make mistakes and sometimes regret it. We bury ourselves in so much trouble that we tell ourselves, “There is no way I can get back up” and eventually give up trying. Throughout my entire devastating but short and sweet 16 years of life, I realized that miracles don’t happen overnight, and sometimes, it takes a while to figure out what’s right. Of course, in the end whatever decision I make, I am going to be in the driver’s seat.
My family didn’t quite have a strong basis. My father and mother put aside the privilege of earning an education and got married at a young age. The thought of them separating never crossed my mind, until the hardest year of my life at the age of thirteen. Ever since I was a kid, I never doubted my father’s love for me. He was always the first one to comfort me when I had nightmares, the first to share his ice-cream sundae with me, and the first to understand from just a glance that something was wrong. I never really understood why but, without even a simple goodbye, he left, betraying my belief that he was the only person I could count on. Presumably I was supposed to be at the prime of my life, but for a couple years I couldn’t even manage going to a family gathering without tearing up inside. It was like living in a cold, empty world behind a smiling façade.
Many of my family members and relatives became doctors and engineers, gaining more degrees than a thermometer. My parents expect me to live up to that degree. I personally thought that a hefty allowance, designer clothes, and a country home are equal to a higher status. So finally reaching my senior year, l was petrified for two reasons. One, realizing that this was it! Twelve years of education slipping away in a flash. Next thing I know, it’s my last year to cherish the moments, work hard, and live it up before I flee to college to fulfill my ambitions. Two, right when I set eyes on those college applications my mind went blank. It reminded me of a simple game of hide and seek, “Ready or not, here I come.” I was going, but where? Now knowing that education equals enlightment, I had not even the slightest idea as to what I wanted to become and what I wanted to do with my life.
Craving a good answer, I hit the books. Reading over a variety of young adult literacy works, I came to a solid conclusion: I wanted to become a psychiatrist. Reading books about teenagers made me realize that I actually have a good life. I have a supportive family, everlasting faith, a home, and a batch full of caring friends and loved ones. After having read the book, Go Ask Alice, a story about a young girl who gets engaged into the drug world and written by an anonymous author, I felt like the voice of our generation needs to be heard.
People my age need understanding, caring, listening individuals to guide them, not to mistreat them and throw them off balance. Not everyone was born fortunate, but they should not harbor resentment against their family for the way their life has not turned out. We all face problems in our lives, but that is the joy of it. Because without the bumpy roads, how are we supposed to enjoy the smooth ride afterwards? I believe I can change the world but, if not, just a person’s life could mean the most to me. One man at a time or a generation at a time, I would love to help others become the best they can be and reach the goals they have always dreamt of achieving.
One thing is for sure; I am a student that is a diligent worker, and I’m dedicated to fixing any problem that I am faced with in life. With an attitude like that, I feel that I can achieve the impossible. With this idea that is set in my heart and mind, I look to see how I can spread the ideas I live by and to do so I shall become a psychiatrist. This way, I can maintain a better understanding of social oppression when it happens, because I know that the more education I get, the better parent I could be for my kids one day in the future.
My family didn’t quite have a strong basis. My father and mother put aside the privilege of earning an education and got married at a young age. The thought of them separating never crossed my mind, until the hardest year of my life at the age of thirteen. Ever since I was a kid, I never doubted my father’s love for me. He was always the first one to comfort me when I had nightmares, the first to share his ice-cream sundae with me, and the first to understand from just a glance that something was wrong. I never really understood why but, without even a simple goodbye, he left, betraying my belief that he was the only person I could count on. Presumably I was supposed to be at the prime of my life, but for a couple years I couldn’t even manage going to a family gathering without tearing up inside. It was like living in a cold, empty world behind a smiling façade.
Many of my family members and relatives became doctors and engineers, gaining more degrees than a thermometer. My parents expect me to live up to that degree. I personally thought that a hefty allowance, designer clothes, and a country home are equal to a higher status. So finally reaching my senior year, l was petrified for two reasons. One, realizing that this was it! Twelve years of education slipping away in a flash. Next thing I know, it’s my last year to cherish the moments, work hard, and live it up before I flee to college to fulfill my ambitions. Two, right when I set eyes on those college applications my mind went blank. It reminded me of a simple game of hide and seek, “Ready or not, here I come.” I was going, but where? Now knowing that education equals enlightment, I had not even the slightest idea as to what I wanted to become and what I wanted to do with my life.
Craving a good answer, I hit the books. Reading over a variety of young adult literacy works, I came to a solid conclusion: I wanted to become a psychiatrist. Reading books about teenagers made me realize that I actually have a good life. I have a supportive family, everlasting faith, a home, and a batch full of caring friends and loved ones. After having read the book, Go Ask Alice, a story about a young girl who gets engaged into the drug world and written by an anonymous author, I felt like the voice of our generation needs to be heard.
People my age need understanding, caring, listening individuals to guide them, not to mistreat them and throw them off balance. Not everyone was born fortunate, but they should not harbor resentment against their family for the way their life has not turned out. We all face problems in our lives, but that is the joy of it. Because without the bumpy roads, how are we supposed to enjoy the smooth ride afterwards? I believe I can change the world but, if not, just a person’s life could mean the most to me. One man at a time or a generation at a time, I would love to help others become the best they can be and reach the goals they have always dreamt of achieving.
One thing is for sure; I am a student that is a diligent worker, and I’m dedicated to fixing any problem that I am faced with in life. With an attitude like that, I feel that I can achieve the impossible. With this idea that is set in my heart and mind, I look to see how I can spread the ideas I live by and to do so I shall become a psychiatrist. This way, I can maintain a better understanding of social oppression when it happens, because I know that the more education I get, the better parent I could be for my kids one day in the future.