I got home to find this thick envelope, on the ground, in front of my apartment door. I already knew what it was but I was still so excited!!! It was my Bachelors degree!!! It felt good to see my name on there and I died inside of such joy for a few seconds. I conceitedly took the picture posted within this blog but I don't know if "conceited" is really the word. I am proud of myself to have gotten to this point and to know that I still have more to go as I plan on getting my Masters and PhD one day. I deserve to brag about my accomplishments without being vain about it. I put in the work and I want to enjoy the rewards. The picture shows my 2 degrees (Associates & Bachelors), President's List awards (I think I have a few more than pictured but I don't know where they are in this moment), and my 2 certificates for the 2 honor societies I am currently a part of. I sent the picture to my dad and he said that he is "still a proud dad, my baby girl is still doing good, always keep reaching." I told him that I am getting my Masters next and that I was going to buy us a big house in the future. He then texted "well alright, always dream big, nothing wrong with it." To me, it's not just a dream. Well, it kind of is in the moment, but I want to very much make into a reality for him. My dad graduated from high school with his diploma and he works 2 jobs, one as a factory worker and the other as a merchandise handler. My dad always seems to just "scrape" by and is always working and I feel that he doesn't ever really get a break or a chance to truly relax. There were countless nights where we stayed up reading together and going to the library to get me new books every weekend. He definitely helped me to develop that passion for my education. I go to college because, yes I want to pursue a higher education and work in a career, rather than just a job, but I also have to prove to my dad that his daughter did not forget all those times where he was there to encourage me in my academics. I have to be the child of his that graduated from college because he only had a diploma and works day in and day out and still can't seem to get ahead. I have to do this for him. I have to show him that, although HE is the parent, his CHILD would like to take care of him for once. I want my dad to be able to enjoy himself when it comes time where he might want to retire instead of feeling forced to work constantly because he can't afford to not to. My dad needs a break. He's 63 years old and I want to be the one to show him that there is a better life than just busting your ass at work and still not feeling financially free enough to take a vacation or even to just take a few days off. My only regret is that, although I "dream" big and I DO plan on making it happen, I wish that I could somehow speed it up and be at that point to where I am able to do that for him and he is able to put his feet up. However, that takes time to get there and I have only just begun. However, I still won't let that deter me in my mission of giving my dad that peace. I WILL make it happen for us, Dad, I promise.
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