I got a 24/25 for this historiography for my IB History of the Americas class.
Sunday, May 12, 2013
I have made a decision; a decision that has always seem to entice and haunt me from afar, yet here I am reflecting upon an irrevocable choice. A choice I have made because of the dreams I was first indoctrinated with, and later accepted as my own. The dream is a common one, an aspiration for success. However this dream is intensified by the circumstances I have faced in my academic career as an undocumented student. However things have looked especially optimistic for immigrant students over the past couple years; I can dream.
The process of choosing where my education will continue has been quite frightening. You need a level a faith to commit yourself to school, and hope that everything will turn out alright. Furthermore, for most people these couple of transitional months, from high school to college, have been the first exposure I have with the economics of adult life. They, and I include myself, realize that college is more than educational compromise, but an economical one as well; money is scary.
However even if you think you are the smartest person in the world while in high school your intellectual capabilities are seriously shaken by the prospect of college. We have always been told that college is completely different beast from high school, and only the strongest will survive. Social Darwinism in the works. This premise of college, in my humble opinion, is complete bullshit. I just do not see the point in intimidating students in such a way. Motivation?
I have recently received my working visa card; it was very exciting because that economic uncertainty I had going into college was greatly ameliorated by the prospected of a minimum wage white-collar job; this more than my father ever got from the U.S. government. My parents vicarious tendencies could be annoying at times, yet I understand why they do this action. However I want you to always remember that you owe your parents nothing, and they at no point should dictate you life after the age of eighteen. We must all grow up at some point, but growing up I have realized has nothing to do with age. So how am I to know when I have grown up, and ready for the "real world". Maybe we will never truly be ready.
The process of choosing where my education will continue has been quite frightening. You need a level a faith to commit yourself to school, and hope that everything will turn out alright. Furthermore, for most people these couple of transitional months, from high school to college, have been the first exposure I have with the economics of adult life. They, and I include myself, realize that college is more than educational compromise, but an economical one as well; money is scary.
However even if you think you are the smartest person in the world while in high school your intellectual capabilities are seriously shaken by the prospect of college. We have always been told that college is completely different beast from high school, and only the strongest will survive. Social Darwinism in the works. This premise of college, in my humble opinion, is complete bullshit. I just do not see the point in intimidating students in such a way. Motivation?
I have recently received my working visa card; it was very exciting because that economic uncertainty I had going into college was greatly ameliorated by the prospected of a minimum wage white-collar job; this more than my father ever got from the U.S. government. My parents vicarious tendencies could be annoying at times, yet I understand why they do this action. However I want you to always remember that you owe your parents nothing, and they at no point should dictate you life after the age of eighteen. We must all grow up at some point, but growing up I have realized has nothing to do with age. So how am I to know when I have grown up, and ready for the "real world". Maybe we will never truly be ready.
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