I wished to get an education like other children
When I was a young girl, I always dreamed of becoming a nurse.
That was a dream of an eight-year-old girl living in the refugee camp. I just wanted to get an education and be a nurse, and nothing and no one was going to stop me. Every morning I would stop and think how will I ever become a nurse if I am not going to school. I cried to my parents every day telling them that I wanted to go to school. My parents could not afford for me to go to school.
Every morning I would wake up at six in the morning and stand in front of my house and watch other kids go to school to get an education.
They were dressed for school and had backpacks. My tears would fall down from my eyes. While these other kids were getting ready to go to school, I would be getting ready to go farming with my parents. I wished and wished to have parents like those other kids who were going to school but the next morning I would see myself sitting in the same place watching them go to school. Though, deep down I knew that the problem was not my parents.
My parents used to tell me to pray and God will help us. I could not see the reason to pray every night and day.
I could hear my mother praying and praying for a better life, thank the heavenly Father for everything he had done for us. I never understood why my mom was praying because nothing was changing. I thought if God is not listening to my mom, how was he ever going to listen to me and help me with my problems? I told my mother that God doesn’t love us. I hated life. What was the reason for living if I wasn’t going to school with the other children? How was I going to help sick people if I don’t go to school? I hated myself because I thought I was not useful and I was never going to be useful.
During the process of getting ready to come to America, people talked about how in America you go to school for free. There are so much food and lots of clothing – everything you need is there. I loved hearing stories about America especially stories about school. I started to believe that I could become anything if I go to school. Every day after that, I knew it was my turn to go to school and no one was going to stop me. When my family arrived here, it was so nice. It was like I was dreaming the kind dream that you never want to wake up from.
My first day of school I didn’t sleep all night. I wanted the night to end so I could go to school.
To tell the truth, I wasn’t even nervous; I was excited. I loved going to school every day. I made sure I did my homework. It was not easy but I knew I had to do it so I can be a nurse one day. When I began high school, everything started to get more difficult and I did not want to go to school anymore. I wanted to quit. I hated school for the first time.
But because I have people who believed in me and help me, I continued going to school. I finally graduated! I even want to college. I went to community college for one year and half. I went to LDSBC and did medical coding with Corporate Connect. I keep taking one step at a time hoping to become a nurse one day.
What it meant to get an education
I am really happy that today I live in a place where I can get an education. And I know my children will go to school. I am not worrying that my son will miss twelve years of school like I did. Growing up in the refugee camp, I wished to go to school. My son will have the support I did not have in the refugee camp.He will be able to go to school and become whoever he wants to be. I pray that he stays in school and finishes. I pray that my son’s future will bright.