<p>So here I am 22 years old and on the verge of graduation. Education has always been the most important endeavor of my life. This is not to say that it was always fun or easy, rather it has been a constant struggle. I have always made good grades, excelled in extracurricular activities, and made the best of every situation, but now I feel as though I have reached a breaking point. </p>
<p>I was raised to believe my potential is limitless. You can achieve anything you set your mind to, be anything you want to be, given that the effort is there. I learned after high school this is not always the case, I had dreams of becoming a professional athlete, getting a scholarship, but as an All-State athlete out of Texas the offers didn't meet the expectations. Small fast athletes rarely survive in the highest levels of college football, and after a year, injury forced me to leave athletics behind. I transfered to a school in order to persue academics at a more competitive level. I worked hard and did very well achieving honors and ranking near the top of my class. Ever since I can recall I hated having to do anything school related, still I loved to learn and expand my mind. I found a way to push through meeting the demands of my curriculum and still found time to seek out the portions of my education I thought were particularly interesting. Yet as every semester passed I found myself becoming more and more burnt out. Somehow I have made it to the final stretch, only fifteen more hours to go before I am done. I will graduate Magna Cum Laude with honors, but I'm not happy. I feel as though I have learned all I ever wanted in this arena, but there is so much more that I believe I need to learn free of university demands. I am sure this will all sound quite ludacris as I am so near to the end. I feel an immense weight on my shoulders to finish out for my parents and family, but they are the only reasons I went to begin with. Even now I am supposed to be rewriting a paper that my professor suggested I submit to be published, but it seems so insignificant for some reason. I have many passions and ideas, I want to struggle in the real world and test myself by my own standards, push myself to make my dreams a reality. These next few months seem like a speed bump, or a total halt to my creative potential. Every paper and assignment seems like the same rehashed crap, the same rehashed ideas. I'm torn between the life I always believed I would live and the path my life is currently on. I had aspirations to go to law school, still an option, but now even that seems to be something I went after to placate the desires of those dearest to me rather than myself. I know that telling my parents that I want to withdraw will seem like commiting suicide, but the very thought gets my adrenaline running. I never wanted a desk job, I never wanted to have a career that served merely as a source of income. I feel trapped and confused. </p>
<p>Maybe I am just feeling sorry for myself, possibly I am just getting lazy, but my performance has not reflected it. I merely wish to move on, now! I have been so patient working my way through a highschool that doesn't even pass Texas educational standards, moving to different schools every couple of years since elementary school. I want so badly to repay my parents and the enormous support and financial generosity they have produced for me, but it really all seems like a waste now. It wasn't of course, but I'm tiresome and bored and simply done. Whats next? What do I do? Is my heart in the right place or am I making excuses? I need advice. </p>
<p>I want to be free of the debts I feel compelled to repay, but I can't work out the answers in a manner that reflects both my aspirations, and those of my loved ones.</p>
<p>-Please forgive any grammtical errors or typo's it's the early morning hours and I havent slept much lately, struggling with these issues.</p>