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I never took school seriously. Most of my assignments that I completed received a “D” or a “C”, and I remember waiting until the last minute to complete them. I mean it took me four years and four extra months to get my high school diploma; I never thought about going to college. My plan was always to get out of high school find a good paying job and then I would see what happens. It was not like if my teachers were not motivating me, it was just that I thought hanging around with friends was the most important thing at the time. My parents did their best to try to motivate me; my dad tried so many punishments and rewards that they eventually gave up so they told me to complete school on my own. They always said to me “ an education is one of the most important things in life, without it it will be very hard to become successful ”, but of course I never listened to them.

I never took school seriously. Most of my assignments that I completed received a “D” or a “C”. I remember waiting until the last minute to complete them. I mean it took me four years and four extra months to get my high school diploma. I never thought about going to college. My plan was always to get out of high school find a good paying job and then I would see what happens. It was not like if my teachers were not motivating me it was just that I thought hanging around with friends was the most important thing at the time. My parents did their best to try to motivate me. My dad tried so many punishments and rewards that they eventually gave up so they told me to complete school on my own. They always said to me “ an education is one of the most important things in life. Without it it will be very hard to become successful ”. I never listened to them.

I never took school seriously; most of my assignments that I completed received a “D” or a “C”, and I remember waiting until the last minute to complete them, and it took me four years and four extra months to get my high school diploma; I never thought about going to college, for my plan was always to get out of high school find a good paying job and then I would see what happens; it was not like if my teachers were not motivating me, it was just that I thought hanging around with friends was the most important thing at the time, yet my parents did their best to try to motivate me; my dad tried so many punishments and rewards that they eventually gave up so they told me to complete school on my own, and they always said to me “ an education is one of the most important things in life, without it it will be very hard to become successful ”, but of course I never listened to them.

One late afternoon in my year as a junior in high school, I had just finished soccer practice for the school’s team, and I was waiting for my dad to pick me up. I was waiting in the sidewalk talking to my friends, when I saw my dad’s black Chevy avalanche pull up. I opened the door and the smell of bread was in abundance in the air; you see my dad is a baker, and that truck always smells like bread. I got in the truck, and my dad greeted me with one very disappointing yet very serious greet “que paso“. Now my dad always says hello like that, but is usually followed by “mijo” when he is addressing me. I immediately knew something was wrong, so for the ten minute trip from the park to my house I stood quiet afraid that he might burst in anger if I asked him anything. We arrived home; as we pulled up to the driveway of my two story white colored house, I began to feel sick, as if I was going to vomit because I was so nervous thinking that I had done something wrong, and my dad was going to scream at me at any time. I opened the door to get out of the truck, walked over through the pathway surrounded by grass, and entered through a large white door into my home.

One late afternoon I had just finished soccer practice for the school’s team. I was waiting for my dad to pick me up. I was waiting in the sidewalk talking to my friends. I saw my dad’s black Chevy avalanche pull up. I opened the door and the smell of bread was in abundance in the air. That truck always smells like bread. I got in the truck. My dad greeted me with one very disappointing yet very serious greet “que paso“. Now my dad always says hello like that. It is usually followed by “mijo” when he is addressing me. I immediately knew something was wrong. For the ten minute trip from the park to my house I stood quiet afraid that he might burst in anger if I asked him anything. We arrived home. We pulled up to the driveway of my two story white colored house. I began to feel sick. I was going to vomit because I was so nervous thinking that I had done something wrong and my dad was going to scream at me at any time. I opened the door to get out of the truck. I walked over through the pathway surrounded by grass. I entered through a large white door into my home.

One late afternoon in my year as a junior in high school, I had just finished soccer practice for the school’s team, and I was waiting for my dad to pick me up; I was waiting in the sidewalk talking to my friends, when I saw my dad’s black Chevy avalanche pull up; I opened the door, and the smell of bread was in abundance in the air; you see my dad is a baker, and that truck always smells like bread; I got in the truck, and my dad greeted me with one very disappointing yet very serious greet “que paso“; my dad always says hello like that, but is usually followed by “mijo” when he is addressing me; I immediately knew something was wrong, so for the ten minute trip from the park to my house I stood quiet afraid that he might burst in anger if I asked him anything; we arrived home, and as we pulled up to the driveway of my two story white colored house, I began to feel sick; as if I was going to vomit because I was so nervous thinking that I had done something wrong, and my dad was going to scream at me at any time; I opened the door to get out of the truck, and I walked over through the pathway surrounded by grass, and I entered through a large white door into my home.