I feared that I would not be able to uphold my family's standards. All the work I was assigned from my five core classes and the stress started to pile up. My life was falling apart right before my eyes. I lost control of the steering wheel and ended up in a ditch; a ditch, more like a bottomless pit of scum. I thought I was strong enough to hold on through the journey, but apparently I wasn't. I reluctantly handed the wheel over to my parents and let them guide me where I needed to be. Finally, year 10 came and I got myself together. I was broken glass tied together while trying to make myself whole again. At this point I just had to get through high school. At the end of seventh grade, I achieved excellent results in all the classes I had taken, from orchestra to chemistry. Eleventh grade came around the corner and the anxiety began to build again. I wanted more for myself. I was no longer satisfied with being every other person at Hialeah Gardens High School. My options were to either enroll in dual enrollment or finish high school all together. Dual enrollment was disqualified when my test scores did not match the newly obtained minimum test score. There were two months left until school ended and it was until then that I decided