My name is Christopher henry and I am a young Jamaican currently about to attend the University of the West Indies Mona campus. It should be a miracle that I can even afford the first semester but through hard work and grievous hours of studying I had managed to get a couple of ones in my capes and CSEC exams. My one goal is to become a doctor to save families from the disaster that I had to face.
At the age of ten, I was placed into an orphanage after both my parents died at the hospital because of some infection which was all the doctors and nurses ever told me. Jamaica's national children's homes became my place of abode for over 5 years until I was finally taken in by my foster parents. Mr. and Mrs. Marigold are not the best of parents that a guy could ask for, but they provided for me and placed me into school to get a good education.
I went to Kingston High School, I had memorable times there and lots of schoolmates with very different opinions of me. It was a hard time for me but I persevered.
I do not have time to focus on the past. I was here sitting on my bed with my second-hand laptop. I have just received my acceptance letter from the university. Doing medicine was an expensive and long course to go through not to mention the challenges ahead I have to face.
I have applied for over a dozen scholarships and grants I have only gotten a response from one so far. This one was called the Davis Foundation University and College grant which has offered to pay 30% of boarding fees and 5% of my tuition for 3 years it is not a lot, but it is going to help in some way or another.
I read the grant's description over again and compare it to the tuition cost for my fours years of study, a number that I don't want to call out in fear I become more broke. I stared back at the blank ceiling. Everything currently feels like it is going the wrong way and trash is being thrown into my face. I asked myself the question Why do I even try I am just an inner-city boy with no future more than to be enlisted into a gang and be found dead in a ditch by the age of 25 or even less?
I shouldn't think like this I just need to have patience as they say good things come to those who wait. All I know is that I put in the work and I did my best and now it's time to take the next big step.
Chris get your lazy ass and come down here and wash these dishes. Don't let me come up there and don't tell me you are studying I need this house clean now.
Yup, the next big step downstairs those dishes aren't going to wash.
This is a great activity to keep my mind off the very crippling taught of not paying for my tuition fees.
Positive thoughts are the best. I need to let them stay that way. The money will come soon. I need to stop worrying. how can I even stop worrying until I am done with school doing a good thing bettering myself get a better education? Most students from my background and my circumstances would have given up already are even turn to crime but that is not me I am willing to persevere until I reach the top, for this is a good thing good things may take some time. Why do I have to wait so long though?