The Golden Bridge in San Francisco
Autor: rita • January 11, 2013 • Essay • 748 Words (3 Pages) • 1,592 Views
It was just a week before we had to write our diploma and the nerves were already getting the best of me. Not a day passed by when this feeling of being in the exam room for three hours and writing the exam; an exam which holds the key to my future. Every year, it is the same feeling of nervousness and fear but now knowing that my whole future is dependant on these three hours I can hardly go to sleep at night. My personal desire is to get into the engineering faculty in the prestigious university "Harvard" but this is certainly the last thing my parents wish for. They want me to get married yes it may seem odd and I would not be wrong in saying that my parents truly hold old-fashioned beliefs. This is what happened to them my mom got married at the age of seventeen and seems quite contented with her life. I am saying that getting married at an early age is always disastrous but marriage is certainly the last thing in my mind. It is hard for me to say no to my parents' wishes after all the sacrifices they have made for my well being and safety. My parents migrated to states after the civil war in Ukraine and I was only a few months old, my parents had to go through a long period of struggle and hard work in order to fulfill my needs and it seems wrong to say no to them and break their heart. My personal goal ever since I was a child was to build a bridge like "the Golden Bridge in San Francisco". All these year this passion and love for studying and gaining enough knowledge so that one day I can finally make my dream come true. I have always worked hard to achieve this goal and luckily this has kept me out of trouble unlike other teenagers in my school who constantly pick fight with each other or get caught for underage drinking. I am always busy making sure that I get all my work done that I hardly ever have anytime to socialize with my friends or anyone for that matter. I have a tendency to stutter when I get nervous and my hands start
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