My parents were extremely hardworking people, but they didn’t have a lot of money. They couldn’t afford to send me to a fancy private school or hire a specialist to help me improve my speech. 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. Infine, 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, i miei genitori, 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. Sfortunatamente, this is not the case for many kids living in lower-income communities.