Feb 23, 2010 23:04
While growing up, I never once doubted that I wouldn’t go to college after high school. It was always a natural continuation of my education that I never once doubted. In my senior year of high school, right around the time when I was applying to schools, my Grandpa got very sick. We discovered that it was a massive tumor in his stomach, and that he didn’t have much longer to live. One of the times I visited him in the hospital I was sitting and watching him sleep. It was then that I promised his sleeping form that I would get a PhD in whatever I was going to major in. He had a Master’s in chemical engineering, and taught at the Colorado school of Mines. He was a very strong believer in education and bettering oneself though it. I was the first in the immediate family who was going to go to a University, my mom having gone to a two-year nursing degree program and my aunt having gone to beauty school, so I was a bright hope for him. But I knew he would never see me get that undergraduate degree. So I did what I felt that I needed to do; dedicate myself to getting a PhD for him. Getting that degree is what he would have wanted me to do, no matter the concentration. From then on I had a goal in my mind. I had to further my education. I had to further it until I could no longer technically further it, although true education never stops.
scholarship,
grandpa