I remember that growing up in a catholic school for about eight years of my life involved constant life lessons from my teachers. To be honest, I never really applied any of it when I went into high school. I remember that my Seventh grade teacher would always say “Tell me who your friends are and I’ll tell you who you are”. Now that I think about it, she’s actually pretty right. I’ve only really surrounded myself with people who have dreams and goals and would be extremely ashamed to mess up. I’m proud to say that my best friends are doing big things with their lives. Majority of us are going into the medical field and in about 3 years we’re going to be making hard earned money, supporting our families and living the dream. We’ve all come a long way because many of us have had hardships and life was not easily handed to us like some of the more fortunate ones. Supporting my parents has always been the number one reason as to why I’m able to get up in the morning. The only thing they’ve ever asked from me is to do well in school and make something out of myself. I have this fear of letting them down and I guess that’s why I work so hard. If I fail and I go in the wrong direction it would be a slap in the face to them. I’d rather die than look into the eyes of my disappointed father.