There's a famous notion that every parent would agreed with and that is: teenagers should be buried in a special place until they reach full adulthood. I say this because throughout my teenage years, I was one of those teenagers who drove my parents insane. The word responsibility never got to my head let alone, post education, a career, or success. Most of the time, I was still trying to figure out how to have fun one day at a time. This conception however, did not last long. My moment of truth occurred this summer, when I was employed as a factory worker doing the most strenuous work for the littlest sum of money. This was when I realized there must be changes made in my life. I further recognized that changes not only have to be active and visible but it must begin within one's mind of frame first.
My realization for change did not come easy. When school ended in June, I was excited because I thought I would be staying home and playing game all day. This did not happen though. By the first week in the summer, my parent was already forcing me to find a job. I typed up a resume and dropped it to all the places that I thought I might like to work at. Unfortunately, none of them reply back so I consoled myself by thinking that maybe it was because I have no experience for "those type" of work and that maybe I belonged else where. A few days later, my uncle asked me if I would to work at his work place for the summer. I had no choice but to agree. My first day came as a big surprise to me. I was not even five feet inside the door and I already can smell the mechanic oil, the flashings of light, people yelling and how incredibly hot and smelly the place was. Before I knew it, I was hired on the spot and my then supervisor explained to me that the factory was producing forklifts and pump truck and all I be doing is assemble pump truck. By the first week, I was not only hot, sticky, tired but fed up.
