<p>I'm posting this in the parents forum because I don't know where else to put this. The wisdom I've found in people older than me has always been inspiring, so perhaps that's what I'm aiming for here. I don't know.</p>
<p>I have dreams, I have huge dreams. I want so bad to explore the world. I want to experience new things and leave the old things which I consider restraining. I have so many things to say, my head is full of ideas, and I need an outlet for them all. I need to be challenged.</p>
<p>I guess that's what I'm looking for in a college. </p>
<p>But I am losing hope. I am poor. I am poor, there are no brand name clothes in my closet. Who am I kidding, I'm so poor my house doesn't have a closet. I just got a computer two years ago, I just got a cell phone a month ago, I still have no MP3 player. I own no video games. I own no DVD player or DVDs.</p>
<p>Even that, I could handle. Who cares about useless material things? What I can't handle is the fact that what I do have is the result of government hand-outs. What I can't handle are bill collectors calling my house all hours of the day looking for my father, who is never at home. What I can't handle is having to use a credit card to buy food, maxing out that card, then having no food. What I can't handle is seeing my father's shame in having to ask relatives for money.</p>
<p>When I turn 18, my father will receive $500 less each month. I turn in 18 in October. It's up to me to make up that $500 difference. If I don't, we won't eat. So that means I have to get a job. I've calculated that I will need to work a lot each day, most days.</p>
<p>My dad told me that I, barring a miracle, will not be able to go to any college that is not local. </p>
<p>What he doesn't understand is that it is essential to my existence that I leave West Virginia. That's where I live. If I see another Confederate flag, even though I'm still undecided on it's place, I will scream. If I see another pregnant 14 year old, who wanted to get pregnant, I will scream. If I see another parent buy a $20 bag of weed while their child literally is without shoes, I will scream. If I see another meth lab, I will scream. If I see another coal truck, the perfect metaphor of the coal companies which have raped these people and their land, I will scream.</p>
<p>I am screaming, I need to leave. If it sounds like I'm being unfair to my state, you're probably right. There's nice places in West Virginia. It's not all like that and it is slowly getting better. But where I'm is horrendous, and I need to leave.</p>
<p>The first problem mentioned is my intense poverty and my family's dependence on the income I may provide.</p>
<p>The other is grades. I was a straight A student until 7th grade. I was ahead of everyone in my class. I had the highest grade in math, the highest grade in science, I read at a 9th grade level in 5th grade. There's very good for a young West Virginian.</p>
<p>On October 2nd, 2001, the beginning of 7th grade, my mother died. I'm not exactly sure how to explain the impact on my life. But there were immediate changes. I gained 40 pounds, I never wore a shirt that showed my arms, I lost all faith in God, and I stopped caring about school. I completely lost all interest in school. My dad almost had to go to court as much as I skipped. For the first time in my life I only held a C average. I failed math a couple times. I slept all the way through pre-algrebra. Not long after I got suspended for smoking on campus.</p>
<p>I realized this couldn't go on so I promised myself I would be better in high school. By the time I entered high school I had lost my family, my reputation, and most of my friends. But I still excelled in the new environment. Middle school was so constricting, I loved high school. I forgot my mother for a while, I forgot my problems.</p>
<p>Then came sophmore year. This was the year my dad nearly lost everything to the repo man. This was the year...Well I failed pre-algebra in middle school. I made a C freshmen year in Algebra 1. So sophmore year I tackled Algebra 2, which is considered a very hard class at my school. I showed up high on cough syrup the first day. I showed up high on Vicodin the second day. I figured, this is how I'm going to do this. So I showed up high to that class almost everyday. I don't know how I got a C in there but I did, a 78 C. But I pretty much still struggle with pre-algebra concepts.</p>
<p>I took a ridiculously easy elective sophmore year and made a C in it. I was so disappointed. That was the best class ever, and I thought the teacher liked me. But I still made a C. Had I worked a little harder, made up a couple of assignments, I could have at least gotten a B.</p>
<p>That's when the change happened, the end of sophmore year.</p>
<p>That's when I decided to stop acting like a fool. The pills and weed would not make me feel good forever, and I realized that. I also realized that I did not want to live in West Virginia and end up like the rest of my peers, who were into bad things much worse than I was. I'm a motherless child who may end up in a foster home due to my father's issues, but it didn't matter. I gained an ambition to leave this area and do something great. I had always been a writer, but after I came to this conclusion all I could do was write. I have notebooks full of poems and essays, even though most suck, they express the new hope I had found. My life gained a new meaning, I earned my faith back, and I felt at peace finally</p>
<p>This past junior year has been fun. I dumped the old friends, or rather they dumped me when I stopped getting high with them. But I gained some new ones and made stronger the bond I had with my old ones. I had a 4.0 the first semester of junior year. I had a 3.75 the second semester, my only B coming in the form of trig. But still, a B in math. I haven't seen that since middle school. I believe I'm up to a 3.5 overall GPA.</p>
<p>I took the ACT on June 10 and I studied so hard for it. True, most of the math I guessed but I did know a lot. I can't believe how much I actually remembered. I'll take it again in October after I take some geometry and hopefully I'll know more.</p>
<p>So as much hope as I've gained, I still lose it every so often. For example, one of my dream schools is Georgetown. But why bother dreaming about it? I can't go. I'm too poor. Even with financial aid I hardly think I could make enough by working to support my family too. Not only am I too poor, my stats are too low. I don't think many prestigious schools care about my life story and the reason behind the fall and rise of my grades.</p>
<p>Let's face it, even if I had the highest grades in my little WV school, I'm still going to be at the bottom on my class in college. Educational standards aren't great around here. So even if a miracle did come I don't know if I would feel comfortable being surrounded by a bunch of kids whose allowance is more than my dad's monthly income, and who could outsmart me any given time.</p>
<p>The most logical option would be to go to a cheap, West Virginia school. But oh, how I hate logic.</p>
<p>I'm truly sorry this is so long. I apologize now for any arrogant or idiotic thing I have said in this, I hope there's not too much. I just need some advice. I need some reasons to keep hope alive. Got any?</p>
<p>Thank you, thank you.</p>