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Personal Narrative: I Am A Radiological Technician
I AM A SURVIVOR

We all have dreams of making a better life for ourselves. My dream is to become

the first person in my family to get a college education. I want desperately to become a

Radiological Technician. This goal may not seem like a big deal to some people but for

me it would be a way out of my oppressive heritage. In my family, the highest level of

education is barely a high school diploma .This is not because my family is not intelligent

enough to get a high school diploma or a college degree, but growing up in a home with

only one parent, we didn't have a lot of resources. I would like to put an end to this

vicious cycle and to prove to my family, my children, and myself that it can be done.

However, life has taken me down a path
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I loved the smells of the incense, and the sounds of the

organs. I loved the feeling of peace, and I would get the strength I needed to survive

another week with my family.

The next obstacle was school. When I started, I did not know what to expect.

I had no idea who I was or what to expect. Living with all the negativity, lack of parental

guidance, and lack of love, had made a huge impact on my self-concept as an individual,

I did not have one. Furthermore, because I was not raised in a positive environment with

sensitive and loving caregivers, I had no basic trust. I was petrified of everyone and ever-

ything. My world was all about fear. Consequently, I had no self-esteem and latched

myself onto the "wrong crowd". In seventh grade, I started smoking and drinking. I was

only thirteen, and I thought I was cool. It was the beginning of the end for me. I did not

realize this until years later, but I was trying to cure myself; I was self-medicating. When

I was drunk, I felt good about myself. Then, I had all the self-esteem I needed. Most

importantly, I had friends who cared about me. I did not have to worry about

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