Describe the environment you come from - for example, your family, community, or school - and how this environment has affected or influenced your plans for the future
"Try harder!" I just kept hearing those two words to the point of weariness. How much harder could I work? How much harder could I push myself? Those two words were carved into my brain, chiseled there to stay forever. I never felt like I was good enough. Constantly getting told by my parents that I could work harder, I felt that was always constantly pushed to my limits.The only thing I could do was try to live up to their desires and try to make them happy with me.
All through my childhood, I would incessantly hear stories of my father's successes and how he was the only one out of all his siblings to graduate from college and have a well paying job. At a young age, I began to think that if I didn't try hard enough I would be a failure. Every report card that I got I would rush home excited to see my parents' faces. With that one B staring them in the face, I would just get a disapproving stare. I almost always left disappointed in myself because I wasn't "smart" enough.
Many times when I think about my childhood, I become upset and angry towards my parents; why couldn't they comment on my well comings rather then always looks at the negatives of everything? I was continually told that the only way to succeed in life was to get an education and to become a doctor. I would be successful only if I achieved these two things., but I didn't believe any of that was fair. Yes, that path can lead to financial stability in life, but is that all that matters? Isn't it important to think about how I feel about things and about my happiness rather than success?
I entered high school determined to get the highest grades possible, striving to make sure that I didn't fall behind. Every time I took a test, I could hear my parents in the back of my mind telling me to try my very hardest. My heart would beat uncontrollably when I would receive my report card, filled with excitement to see my grades. Yet, they were never good enough
It was about the end of my sophomore year that I understood that I no longer had to work hard in school to make my parents happy. I realized that I had to work in school to make myself happy - to achieve my goals in life, and not theirs.
"Try harder!"
Those two words are imprinted in my mind and will stay there forever. In my heart of hearts, I know the associations I have with those words have been indescribably altered. When I think of those two words, I no longer see my parents' disapproving faces. I see my future and what I will become.
"Try harder!" I just kept hearing those two words to the point of weariness. How much harder could I work? How much harder could I push myself? Those two words were carved into my brain, chiseled there to stay forever. I never felt like I was good enough. Constantly getting told by my parents that I could work harder, I felt that was always constantly pushed to my limits.The only thing I could do was try to live up to their desires and try to make them happy with me.
All through my childhood, I would incessantly hear stories of my father's successes and how he was the only one out of all his siblings to graduate from college and have a well paying job. At a young age, I began to think that if I didn't try hard enough I would be a failure. Every report card that I got I would rush home excited to see my parents' faces. With that one B staring them in the face, I would just get a disapproving stare. I almost always left disappointed in myself because I wasn't "smart" enough.
Many times when I think about my childhood, I become upset and angry towards my parents; why couldn't they comment on my well comings rather then always looks at the negatives of everything? I was continually told that the only way to succeed in life was to get an education and to become a doctor. I would be successful only if I achieved these two things., but I didn't believe any of that was fair. Yes, that path can lead to financial stability in life, but is that all that matters? Isn't it important to think about how I feel about things and about my happiness rather than success?
I entered high school determined to get the highest grades possible, striving to make sure that I didn't fall behind. Every time I took a test, I could hear my parents in the back of my mind telling me to try my very hardest. My heart would beat uncontrollably when I would receive my report card, filled with excitement to see my grades. Yet, they were never good enough
It was about the end of my sophomore year that I understood that I no longer had to work hard in school to make my parents happy. I realized that I had to work in school to make myself happy - to achieve my goals in life, and not theirs.
"Try harder!"
Those two words are imprinted in my mind and will stay there forever. In my heart of hearts, I know the associations I have with those words have been indescribably altered. When I think of those two words, I no longer see my parents' disapproving faces. I see my future and what I will become.