Jumping and soaring through the air 14,000 feet up, is what George H.W. Bush did at 90 years old. I was crushed to find out sky-diving cost $900. My grandpa, being a successful businessman, told me to get a degree that would foster the money for all my dreams.
I started working hard in school, working 75 hours a week during the summer, and spending my second half of senior year taking care of my dying grandfather, and it was evident that Southern Arkansas University, the place where my grandfather got his bachelors, was the school for me. I could go there with no debt, and I could commemorate my grandfather in the process.
I look back to the advice my grandpa once gave me, and I still had those goals in mind. Time has passed, and I graduated with Distinguished Honors from Bryant High School in the top 7% of my class.
Although my motives have changed, they are for the better. My goal, now, is not to have a big house; I just want a house I can turn it into the type of home where my grandmother made made every guest feel welcome. I no longer want just a sky-diving experience, but I want to remember that adventure is not just for children. Thinking of these things reminds me of why I continue. Oh of course, I am going to jump out of an airplane. I just might decide to go when I am 91. This is my bucket list.
