<p>A Turning Point
About five years ago my motives and future goals had been completely altered. There was one particular instance that triggered this altercatation I had undergone. This specific event resulted in being escorted by a police officer to my home. To me this moment served as a pivitol point in my lifetime.
When I was in eighth grade at Thornton Jr. Highschool I was not the same person I am today. For the most part I had neglected academics and had no outline of my future. I was starting to develop a rebellious sentiment towards my parents and as a result I had a tendency to get in trouble alongside my friends. One day me and my friend, Tyler, decided that we were going to chuck rocks at the house of my neighboor because we had a bad history with my neighboor at school. In doing so, we had broken his window unintentionally and being the naïve eighth graders that we were we had thought nothing of it. Me and Tyler continued to skateboard on a nearby parking lot going about our day is if nothing had happened. I distinctively remember hearing a high pitched siren and quickly turning around to see a Fremont Police Car drawing near. It was at that instance in time that I realized the extremity of my idiotic action. I do not recall what I specifically said to the officer although I faintly remember being obligated to present my side of the story as well as attempt to reconcile with my neighboor. My inabilty to recall the series of events was due to the anxiety and nervosity that had consumed me. My rememberance of the situation vividly returned to me as soon as the officer knocked on my front door. When my father had opened the door a gradual sense of relief calmed my nerves. Knowing that the officer had not explicitly stated any potential form of punishment or consequence, I considered myself to be in the clear. It was the words of my father that made this expirience life-changing.
After listening to an insightful lecture by my father, I soon realized that I was merely following his footsteps in becoming a delinquent. An overwhelming feeling of guilt ensued due to the immense disappointment of my father. With much thought I concluded that I was on my way to becoming another hispanic highschool dropout just as my parents, uncles, and grandparents were. Instead of becoming yet another statistic, I decided from then on out I would apply myself in my education. Following my next report card, I felt an immense sense of self pride due to my increase in my G.P.A. From there on I realized that it was not difficult to receive the grades I desired, so long as I put in the effort and determination required.
As my academic career progressed I consistenly took rigorous couses simply because I enjoyed being challenged academically. In addition, my competitive nature really flourished as the classes became more difficult overtime. I soon developed a passion for math as I got more advanced in the subject. Math was perhaps the only subject I could comprehend easily without thinking too critically. I took notice on how highly applicable math was, which further enhanced my interest. It was this passion that influenced my intended career path.
Though I received no criminal punishment, the impact of the situation proved to be crucial for the change I had went through. Without this event from occuring I probaly would not have been on track for graduating this school year. The negative actions I had commited turned out to be the foundation for my academic achievments.</p>