Personal Narrative: Nineteen-Year-Old Me

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If I were to meet the nineteen-year-old me, that first went to UWM, I know we would not get along. He had terrible people in his life that eventually pushed him between a rock and a hard place. I’ve long since removed those people and influences that were bad for me. That kid I was unmotivated and believed that he had enough time to screw. I will be turning twenty-six this year and I know what career I want to be doing and what I need to do to start it. I am not saying that I was all bad when I was starting out my twenties, I still have the drive to work in the Social Welfare system that lead me to going to school originally. The major difference is I’ve achieved things that I never even imagined that would do. That nineteen-year-old was not …show more content…
In the Army everyone is thrown into a melting pot of America with the only similarity being a contract. While I was in that melting pot I made a little Army family that gave me motivation and keep me sane on during some of the longer more bureaucratic missions. Besides assembling a new family, I also completed one of the most mentally challenging Advanced Individual Trainings, AIT, that was available. It was five months longer than the standard AIT and had three different modes with increasing difficulty. My class started with 125 bright eyed and bushy tailed soldiers, all straight out of Basic Training. In basic they instilled in you what it physically means to be a soldier and that army tired and civilian tired are completely different, my AIT reprogramed our heads. We relearned how to write, read, and think. After six months in sunny and beautiful Southern Arizona we graduated 65. Along with some intense training the army also taught me that everything you do deserves the same amount of commitment. It did not matter if I was writing a report for my Warrant Officer or mowing Fort Hood’s dead grass in July, everything I did got the same amount of devotion to completion no matter how …show more content…
I have wanted to work in the Social Welfare system since I was sixteen and my high school made us write a paper about a career we wanted. Ever since then when I picture my future I know I will enter that job field, and earning a degree will finally allow me to achieve this goal. Consequently, I’ve researched what I means to work in the system and I know that it will be something I will be great at. The younger me exposed me to different, though undesired, cultures and points of view that my middle class upbringing never would have lead me into. I will be able to use those experienced to go into any situation without looking down on anyone, because I’ve looked up and see the bottom of a rock. The army taught me that no matter how old you are to be open to new ideas. No matter what you grew up believing, your views can change. That will allow me to be open to new ideas and views when it comes to helping the people in the system and that I will be able to flex and grown with the changing environment. The last thing that makes me believe this is the right career and degree is that I want to be able to understand and help those who deserve it, the system is not broken it just needs dedicated people to fill in some of the cracks that others are falling in. I know that I cannot enter that field without a