Dreaming Forward

When I dropped out of school, my parents were very, very upset. They didn't know what to say. They were disappointed. They wanted me to go back. I really didn't want to go back. Then I had a good job. That's when I realized I could get a job. You could get a job, but it wasn't going to be a job that required you to use your mental abilities. It would be a labor job, getting paid very minimal and I just couldn't see myself doing that. that's a motive to go back to school. I have to do something with myself. I wasn't thinking at the time. I was thinking I don't have to get up every day, go to school, 7:00 in the morning and go through what I go through every day. For me it was so bad I would say, "I'm getting up to go through another day of hell," and I just couldn't do it any more.

Going to school was like walking into prison where the environment is so negative people don't respect you; people look down on you. There's no encouragement. It's like, why are you here? It's like, why are you wasting your time? Do yourself the favor and go, just go. Nobody wanted to deal with you, and that was not a very good experience for students. It made you think about things like, is there a purpose to this? Why am I really here? So you start thinking about stuff like that, and one wonders should I really be here? Then you start thinking other things that make you take actions like drop out of school. Then you realize that was not a smart move. Then you have to go back. The hard part is really taking the action going back to school.