Mis padres eran personas muy trabajadoras., pero no tenían mucho dinero. No podían permitirse el lujo de enviarme a una escuela privada elegante o contratar a un especialista para ayudarme a mejorar mi habla.. All roads in my small town of Wrightsville, Georgia, seemed to indicate that I would struggle for the rest of my time in school.
Luckily for me, that was not the end of my story. I began sitting in front of the mirror every day and reciting difficult words again and again until I got them right. Finalmente, I began to improve and gained the confidence to speak up in class. I also started working out and made both the track and football teams.
With the help of God, my parents, teachers and coaches, I went from having some of the worst grades to being one of Johnson County’s best students.
As a product of public education, I was able to achieve the American dream because of all the support I had. Desafortunadamente, this is not the case for many kids living in lower-income communities.