When I was in high school, everyone had a car. It was a status symbol among the students at my high school. If you had a car, you were someone. If you had a nice car, then you were well liked and popular. I didn’t have a car. My mother dropped me off at school every day and if I woke up late, I had to walk. Since my mother worked late, I had to walk home from school. It was about a thirty-minute walk. What frustrated me the most about walking was that when a “friend” would see me walking, they would honk and wave. I was never offered a ride from them, even if they were traveling in the same direction as me. It’s not that I wanted a ride all the time, but it would have been nice for someone to be considerate enough to have offered when it was below zero and there was a few inches of snow on the ground.
I didn’t get a car until spring of my senior year of high school. I worked most of the summer, saved up $4000, and purchased my car in full with cash. I was proud of myself for such an accomplishment. From what I have learned, a lot the students I went to school with didn’t actually pay for their cars; their parents did. It’s proven that teens that pay for their own cars are less likely to get into an accident than those that don’t.
I remember struggling for a while when I was living on my own. I had just quit a job because of the hostile work environment and the new job that I took offered less money, but the same amount of hours. I was perpetually broke. I had enough money for bills, but not enough for food. I never thought I would have to think about where my next meal would come from. It got to the point where I had to decide, which meals I could skip and eventually to where I only could afford one meal a day. My school had a free food pantry for students and I would regularly visit. People would donate non-perishable food items for students. My diet consisted of Ramen and canned fruit.
I was finally able to get out of my “money troubles.” I got a second job and, which helped me afford bills and groceries. It opened up more opportunities for me, which I gratefully accepted.
I remember my struggles because it is a reminder to remain humble. Whenever a friend asks me a for a ride, I always try and accommodate for them because I know what it’s like. I’ve been there. After I was finally able to get myself back on my feet, I paid a visit to the food pantry at my school and I gave back. I guess you can say, I gave back what I had taken. Struggling is a part of life and it makes you humble. Never forget where you came from or how you got to be where you are today.