Autoethnography

I really have no idea of what to write about I feel like none of my stories have an underlying meaning or a meaning that’s so easy to point out. I’m not much of a political writer or a writer that can easily write about themselves. I don’t like to write about myself or past just because it’s the past. I mean I have some good memories but that's all they will be is memories. I think I’m more of a creative writer than anything. I took this class to try to expand my augmentative writing skills because that’s one of the skills I plan on using the most in the profession I am seeking. But I guess I could just write about something and try to get something meaningful out of it. I realized this after I had graduated from high school and still is trying to make the transition into college.
When I first got here I was very excited. I would be living on my own making new friends. Basically taking care of myself, I could do anything I wanted to do. Stay out late go to bed when I want to drink everything I couldn’t do when I was at home. Back home I basically went to school seven days a week and Sunday school wasn’t one of my priorities. I competed in a lot of competitions just to get here so I really don’t mind the fact that I went to school that much. Sometimes I kind of regret it though. Me going to school seven days a week meant no job, not learning how to drive, and no friends unless they was at school with me on Saturday and Sunday. The only fun I had was the science fair. It took me a lot of places that I probably would have never been just to go.
Today the actions I made in the past are benefiting me greatly. I’m one of the first of my mother’s children to make it out of high school and into college and one of the first of my father’s children to stay in college. Only thing I regret is not having an outside life. Like now since I have no work experience it’s hard for me to find a job even trying to get one on campus is a hassle. Also since I never learned how to drive that makes it even harder to find a job. Right now is a critical time. I’m in college money is scarce and my father can’t provide for me the way he should. I don’t blame him though. I know that if anything should happen my father would take care of it. So I should step up to the plate and start taking care of myself but I can’t because I stayed in school too long to understand things outside of school.
Sometimes I feel that I should have quit going to school for a while so that I could learn how to do things on my own instead of calling my father to do. I used to hate him for that. He never let me go outside and he chose all of my friends. Guess that’s the benefit of beings sheltered. Now I understand that being sheltered could get a person in a lot of trouble. And that person was me. I rebelled like any other teenager. I got tired of doing everything I was supposed to do and not get rewarded for it so I rewarded myself. I went where I wanted to go, did what I wanted to do, got money and clothes how I wanted. So that eventually landed me into more trouble. I defiantly couldn’t do anything then.My understanding of my situation changed when my father lost our house and his job. Then I knew that I shouldn’t be bringing so much hardship to my father because we were in really deep. So this motivated me to work harder and stay in school and stay a respectful child that I should have been.I feel like that particular situation helped me grow up a lot. Instead of depending on my father I told him to depend on me. I would do anything to keep a roof over our head. I turned into an adult at the age of sixteen so I think I got what I ws asking for all along. At first I didn’t like it but I'm okay with it now. I like responsibility it lets me know I can do anything. I like to be assure of myself. I think that my assurance is what I learned from this story. I want to make sure I am capable and when I’m not I make myself capable.