Damn.

Life.
I go to public school for twelve years of my life, then I've got to pay for get more education for another eight years of my life. Finally, I work for the rest of life in a field that I am suppose to do. Honestly, at this point in my life, I have no idea what I want to do as an career. For the past, what three years, I wanted to be in the medical career. I wanted to be a nurse, then a physicians assistant, now a doctor. Now, I'm taking Anatomy and Physiology and I honestly hate the class. I don't know what career I want.
IF I do finally make up my mind and it happens to still be in the medical field, I'd keep working as hard as I am now, and go to an undergraduate and graduate and get a residency. I know I'll love the field, I just don't know if I'll love how hard I'm going to work and the stress I'm going to have to go through. I hate being stressed out. But like Estee Lauder
"I never dreamed about success, I worked for it".

America

Dear America,

Well what can I really say about you? We have a love-hate relationship. I love you because you showed me so many opportunities in life. When I came to American from Trinidad, it was like a whole different world to me; the malls, the stores, even the streets. I fell in love with the school system and how it was different from what I knew. My new house was different- in a good way. It had the smell of fresh paint. I remember when I first seen my new room. It looked like something in a movie for me. I loved it. 

I'm grateful for you America. Don't get me wrong, but you've got some things going on that I'm not for. You've still got your past messing with your future. You fight battles that aren't necessary. I will never understand the decisions that are made. For example, why did your officials choose to shoot up countries in the Middle East? Why do we create conflicts because of some oil?

America, I love you. You're not perfect but which country is?

Fault

       Growing up in Trinidad and Tobago, I lived with my grandmother, grandfather, my brother, and finally my two cousins. Life wasn't complicated as it is now... But I guess a majority of others can say so. When I went to school down there, my grandfather would come get all of us and take us somewhere randomly. I can remember one event like it was yesterday; it was a Friday night and we went out to the beach to just chill out and spend quality time. On our way back, it was around nine and it was dark. I remember there being men that were waiting for him. he told me "Go inside, have a shower and go get ready for bed". It's crazy how I didn't feel any dangerous vibes coming from the men... I won't bare you with the ideals, but the men had stabbed my grandfather in several areas of his body, and had badly damaged his lungs. He was in the hospital for eight months until he died.
         I guess that's the thing people don't truly see about me... It's that I carry that burden around with me everyday. I feel as if it was my fault that he had gotten hurt. If I was out there with him, they probably wouldn't have hurt him, and my grandmother wouldn't have gone into such a bad state of depression. My parents tell me that it's not my fault, but honestly you can't say such a thing unless you've been inside of my shoes.