Everyday I see the pain of both my Father and Mother which stems from their lack of education. Both my parents share the highest educational level of the third grade because of the impoverished town they were born into. They had no other choice than to leave school and help their parents with labor. Everyday both my parents would work in farms picking rice and fruits, in order for them to survive that day. I, being a byproduct of their hard work, think about those harsh times daily.
I do not use my parents suffering as a setback, but as inspiration. Knowing my parents were denied an education has led me to acknowledge my love for learning. I find myself not caring whether I have the highest G.P.A or the best SAT score, but rather being the one who understood the lesson and enjoyed learning it.