id! I had more important things on my mind than a school assignment, such as the baseball game coming up that weekend or if my best friend, Billy Thompson, was going fishing later that afternoon. So I didn’t need an English class… or did I? Later in life, from my first class at college, to my very first essay, I discovered that English would be helpful and one of my most valued tools. I would use on a daily basis.

These boundaries seemed to be like the boundaries I had faced before getting my G.E.D. I would go to a job interview and the first question they would ask me was if I had a diploma, my hopes would sink. It was then I realized how I had sold myself short by not finishing my education. Our culture as a whole places so much value on education that without one it’s almost like being handicapped. A person without a diploma, or equivalent is automatically at a disadvantage to everyone else. Education is the only way to compete in this day and age. The value of knowledge is extensive, without it your setting yourself up for a big fall, I had to learn that the hard way. Before I hit the wall of job interviews I always thought I could make my living by using my own two hands and the knowledge I had acquired in my adult years. This wasn’t true, in previous decades men were able to farm, ranch, work with their hands and make a good living. The day in which a man could drop out of high school and make a living is over. In this day and age to get anywhere a person has to get at least his/her high school diploma, and it’s getting so all that gets you is a job mopping floors. College is the getting to be the only way to make it in this world.

My first day on campus was intimidating. The class was broadcast on cameras to another city. As I enter the classroom I noticed the chairs where plush and reclining, the tables, as well as the rest of the furniture looked very expensive. I thought to myself, “I’m in the big time now. The teacher then entered and introduced himself; he then started explaining the criteria for the semester. He was a no nonsense guy, extremely thorough, the in charge type. I envisioned myself in boot camp and him as the sergeant, getting ready to make us run until we puked. It was going to take every bit of focus, concentration, and energy I had to make it through this English class. Throughout the next week I put all my attention into my work. I made friends with the people who sat around me, which helped to somewhat interest me into going to class. I also gave myself pep talks, explaining that I had made it this far and had earned my G.E.D. I was in college now and I could do this. Our first essay assignment was very short. These begin

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