Rising up

As the child of immigrants I always felt the pressure of needing to create a better life for my family. This pressure caused me to buckle and lose my place in life. This culminated in the worst point of my life, summer of 10th grade with a GPA of 1.9 I got kicked out of my advanced college program, the thing that hit me worse than anything was the way my parents weren't even angry anymore when I told them, it's like they were just used to me failing them. I recovered a lot in my 11th grade year (which was also my senior year as I graduated a year early) yet my gpa was still only a 2.5 so I assumed my dream of going to NYU that I had since I was a child was over yet, somehow through the grade of god I was admitted and i'm writing this down now as a promise to myself that I will not let myself down no matter how difficult things are. :)