Another beautiful fall afternoon fell like the leaves on a typical 'blue sky' September. As I rummaged through my backpack for a #2 pencil, I wistfully looked up to see the students converge at the bus stop. The first day of classes always sent an overwhelming sensation through my anxious nerves. The nostalgic breeze blew memories of past academic years that I persevered to be presented with the opportunity that lay before me. As I climbed the steps of the campus bus, a profound revelation struck my determined mind. I looked the bus driver in the eyes and said "At this moment, I realized that regardless of my destination I was never going to let anything compromise my goals". He thought I was crazy (the whole talking to myself thing) and we went on our merry way.
It was not until near the end of the semester did my parents tell me that we were at a financial crossroads.
I could not register for the next semester because the loans and financial aid was not enough to pay for classes. I was crushed. Through all the numerous fundraisers that I participated in, I always assumed that money supported education, not inhibited it. Can money really compromise education? It can when you don't have it. I felt like an atypical college student. As the final days of the first semester approached, I dejectedly looked at the other girls in my class. Was I the only one not returning? I walked down the halls of the Financial Aid office and with no avail pleaded one last desperate effort. Dissolution to the fact of reality, I realized that there was only one option; quit school and get a full-time job to save money.
Although disheartened at first, my optimistic spirit made me realize...