Ten months, thirteen days, eight hours, thirty-seven minutes, and ten seconds; that’s an approximation of the time I have been out of school. At first I didn’t realize how much of an effect it would have on me. But as time went on, it became more and more apparent that I was not in school and I had to get a full-time job. Was I prepared be part of the workforce prematurely? Was I ready to work a nine to five at the ripe old age of nineteen? My only option was to face it head on.
I come from a family that always lived paycheck to paycheck for as long as I can remember. Growing up, I was taught how to appreciate everything I own; and that hard work is the only way to get what you want out of life. Never in my life did I ever think I’d be able to go to a college in a different state; let alone go to college at all, because I knew it just wasn’t in our budget. But my mom always sai
d, “You are going to college and you are gonna be somebody!” Her voice still lingers in my head and now that I am not in school, I feel as if I am letting her down and myself as well. Even though my reason for not being in school is strictly monetary and not by choice, I feel like I am not an asset to society or my community. At times, I feel like I am letting my family down. My entire morale just took a drastic downfall when I withdrew from Johnson and Wales University.
The downward spiral began the very first time I was forced to leave due to my inability to support the cost of my education. Finding out that you have to move out of your dorm after taking nearly half the trimester to move in due to a housing shortage, is a gut wrenching feeling. This occurred the 2nd trimester of my 2nd year at Johnson and Wales. Needless to say I spent countless hours with a financial planner d
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