From First Generation College Student To Nurse - page 3
by TheCommuter Senior Moderator | 6,882 Views | 22 Comments
First generation college students often have educational experiences that greatly differ from those of their classmates who come from more educated families. I was one of those students who had been the first in my immediate... Read More
- 1Dec 3, '12 by NevadaFighterGreat insight! I thought that my parents were the only ones that refused to fill out a FASFA. I also ended up working a string of dead-end jobs since college was now put on the back-burner. I was living in an abusive situation and there was no way I would be able to support myself living alone and be able to go to college, as well. Congrats, to you.
- 1Dec 4, '12 by maddiemI'm also a 1st generation college student. My sister dropped out of high school her sophomore year and I'm my parent's only child who graduated high school. They both don't value education nearly as much as I do. I've been paying for my prerequisite classes with loans and some small grants at the local community college and I'm almost ready to apply to nursing school! I can really relate to your story...Thanks for sharing!
- 1Dec 4, '12 by country momThank you for writing this. My grandparents had a 6th-grade education. My parents were educated in a 1-room schoolhouse (think Little House on the Prairie.) I was fortunate to have an older brother who blazed the trail for me. The part where your parents refused to provide info for the FAFSA form rang so true for me- I thought my folks where the only ones who did that! They were supportive, but distrustful and unfamiliar with the overall process of the educational system.
Here's the weird part- we've got the college educations, but I don't foresee that I'll ever be able to amass the finances that my dad did. He was just fortunate enough to live and work in an era of tremendous growth, and the golden age of economic development for the U.S. I don't see that happening in my future. In dad's day kids could drop out of high school, and the next day be on the automotive assembly line making a comfortable middle-class living. Now I've got my fancy-pants degree, a license to practice, and I'm scraping my fingernails to stay in the middle class.