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Answering a Question Essay

Young adults across the globe mentally prepare themselves for college all the way up until they’re stepping foot into their hole-in-the-wall dorm building for the first time, ever. The experience is exhilarating. You have your neighbors poking their heads in your room to introduce themselves, your RA giving you guidelines you know you won’t follow; mom and dad are trying to say their last goodbyes, while you’re just trying to find out where the first party’s at. It all sounds like a cakewalk until you think about all the money that is being dished out just for your future. But the real existing question that many wonder, “Who pays for it?”
            While teenagers are saving up their money to blow on anything and everything they can get their hands on, their parents are more often than not saving up for their children’s college education. According to When Parents Pay for College, Kids’ Grades could suffer, written by Blaire Briody, “Nearly two thirds of young adults between the ages of 19 and 22 receive financial assistance from their parents … 56 percent of parents have paid or expect to pay more for college than they expected when their first child was born” (Briody). Because young adults expect their parents to pay for their college, they tend to worry more about the “fun” part of their next four years, rather than the academic aspect of their college experience.
            Sociology professor at the University of California, Laura Hamilton, states the downfall of parents paying for their kid’s college. Although this increases their chances of fulfilling a college degree, it has been shown that their GPA suffered. Studies state from Hamilton’s report:
It allows for a lot of other activities in college that aren’t academic. Participation in the social scene is expensive—money to hang out, drink. But the more you have all these extras, the more you can get dragged into the party scene, and that will drag down your GPA (Hamilton).
With all of the articles and news reports about college and how prices are rising—the wealthier families are offering to pay for the college tuition while the less fortunate families struggle with the thought that their kids may not have the opportunity to even have a college experience.
            In Hamilton’s research, there are parents who are more than okay with paying for their kid(s) college in full. “Some parents were 100 percent complicit in this. They absolutely wanted their children to go to school and party hard. They told me explicitly it’s not about the grades, it’s about having fun, the best years of your life” (Hamilton). Although college is said to be the years that everyone looks back on and thinks, “If only I could go back…,” that does not give the parents the right to hand their kids the party life on a silver platter. College can be just as fun for those who must pay for their own college as those who don’t. The only difference between the two is responsibility.
            More often than not, parents are paying for their teen’s college tuition so they do not have that burden on their shoulders throughout college. Even though that is motivation for most students to persevere to get a degree, that doesn’t necessarily mean they are also persevering to get the best grades and GPA possible. According to David G. Mitchell who wrote Why Parents Shouldn’t Pay Entirely for College, he states the statistics and evidence to those parents who need a reality check on what really is going on with their teens in college. “One of the most enduring images that I recall from college was a video clip of an obviously drunk student at a football game and holding up a sign which read, “I don’t care. Daddy’s paying”’ (Mitchell). Now, either parents are oblivious to what their kid’s do in college, or they simply do not care that their money could be potentially going straight to hell in a handbag.
            A friend of mine that I graduated high school with was someone who was handed almost everything to him without having to work much for it. He lived in a beautiful home that backed into an almost fairytale looking wooded lot, windows from one side of the house to the other. The pool in his basement overlooked the pond in his backyard was breathless each and every glance. His parents gave both him and his sister more than enough growing up. Although he never was one to talk about his family’s money, it always seemed to cross a lot of minds to make people think, “Oh his parents probably paid for that, too.” Now, following in his parent’s footsteps as a future Alumni of PSU, he claims he is “living large.” He got his first job a couple months before leaving for school, and hasn’t had one since. His parents have given him checks and continuously send care packages to his dorm room. Although it is a very sweet gesture, I question what exactly they are trying to teach him.
            The Olentangy school district has been given a distinct label from the surrounding schools that many don’t stop to take a second thought about. Growing up, Olentangy was labeled as “the rich kids.” What about the ones with single parents trying to support a family of four? What about the families that live in apartments on the verge of needing food stamps? What about those people? The labels are made and often never backed up. Even though there are a lot of wealthy families in the district, there are also the ones who aren’t as fortunate. Studies state that those who aren’t as fortunate are the ones who not only cannot financially support their kids in college, but struggle to even make sure if their kids could support themselves. This is why most parents decide to pay for their teenager’s college tuition so teens do not have to fret the money aspect of college and just go along for the ride.
            Throughout my life I was blessed enough to live in a friendly neighborhood and a roof to live under provided by my parents. However, after completing my first semester at Columbus State Community College and receiving my final failing grades my wants and needs are now my number one priority. Once I realized my GPA had not met the standards of Financial Aid and had resulted in myself being ineligible to receive loans or the Pell Grant, reality quickly sank in. I was no longer skipping classes because I wanted to sleep in or because I just wanted to spend time with my daughter Instead, I came home, managed to start working full-time on top of being a full-time student and a full-time single mother. I manage this week to week, day by day, hour by hour. Although it sounds tough for someone to do at my age, I manage just fine and  now have grades to be proud of. Since this semester is my financial responsibility to cover, I take school much moreseriously. Like any other person my age, I do have my fun too. Yet, I make sure that my school work is done and do not have a work commitment to fulfill. The maturity that I have gained in the past year is something I will take with me for the rest of my life. When I look at my friends that don’t pay for anything, nor have a job does upset me at times. However, when I put myself back into reality, I realize that I am not living in a fantasy world anymore. I have a taste of the real world and I am proud of how far I’ve come and where I am going all because of how strict I have been on my grades. Because this is my money, I am a lot harder on myself than a student who mooches off of mommy and daddy for a monthly paycheck in their dorm mailbox.
            According to Two-Fifths of Parents Expect Children to Cover All or Most College Costs by Eric Hoover states the statistics of who pays for college tuition:
…39 percent of parents expect their children to pay for all or most of their college education. Nearly half (48 percent) expect their children to cover some of the costs. If their child had to rely on student loans, 22 percent of parents said it was very likely that they would help repay the loans, and 33 percent said it was somewhat likely.
However, students struggle to come up with the money forcing families to dig into their savings or retirement plans in hopes that it will all pay off in the end.
            Students across the nation are taking advantage of the fact that mommy and daddy are covering all of their college needs, some even sending monthly checks on top of that just for some “extra cash.” Just because the parents are giving their kids a breather from not having to worry about potential debt, they are putting their kid’s grades and GPA at risk. More parents need to look at what they have spent on their kids thus far in their lives, and show them some tough love. Whether a young adult wants to admit it or not, they are better off learning how to save now while they pull loans out for college rather than getting bills thrown at them left and right once college ends. After all, I’d rather pay for a better future through a well-earned education then settle for just average from so-so grades and get bombarded with outrageous expenses that I was never prepared for.


Works Cited


Briody, B. (2013, January 17). When Parents Pay for College, Kids' Grades Could Suffer. Retrieved October 20, 2013, from The Fiscal Times: http://www.thefiscaltimes.com/Articles/2013/01/17/When-Parents-Pay-for-College-Kids-Grades-Could-Suffer.aspx#page1
Hamilton, L. T. (2013, January 3). More is More or More is Less? Retrieved October 20, 2013, from American Sociological Review: http://asr.sagepub.com/content/early/2013/01/03/0003122412472680.abstract
Hoover, E. (2012, July 23). Two-Fifths of Parents Expect Children to Cover All or Most College Costs. Retrieved October 15, 2013, from The Chronicle of Higher Education: http://chronicle.com/blogs/headcount/two-fifths-of-parents-expect-children-to-cover-all-or-most-college-costs/30907
Mitchell, D. G. (2009, April 29). Why Parents Shouldn't Pay Entirely for College. Retrieved October 15, 2013, from Saving Advice: http://www.savingadvice.com/articles/2009/04/29/104453_who-should-pay-for-college.html

Press, T. A. (2013, January 15). Parents Who Help Their Children Pay for College Might Find Them Coming Home with Lower GPAs: Study. Retrieved October 30, 2013, from Daily News: http://www.nydailynews.com/news/national/pay-kid-college-gpa-study-article-1.1240487

Analysis Essay

Miley Cyrus has been raising many eyebrows and causing quite the controversy due to her recent lewd music video, Wrecking Ball. Many people have voiced their opinions about the disgust that they felt while watching. Throughout the video, the camera shoots to scenes of Miley stripped down to nothing but combat boots and swinging around on top of a wrecking ball. Viewers have been quick to harshly judge her and result to indecent name calling without looking deeper into her video. Listening to the lyrics, you can get a general idea and basis on what the song is written about but once you look beyond the apparent raunchiness and nudity, you find yourself viewing a music video filled with strong and definite symbolism that helps tell a story of heart break and pain.

            The opening scene of the music video is a close-up of Miley with faint tears falling down her face with minimal make-up. With a combination of these, as a viewer, you understand that this song is going to be one filled with deep emotional ties and is about much more than just sex appeal. Miley can be seen holding a sledgehammer and throwing it over her shoulder. A sledgehammer can represent various feelings, but in this music video, it represents pain.  With the sledgehammer, she’s showing how she’s holding the heavy burden of the broken relationship on her shoulders and that she’s trying to take on the pain as a way of dealing with it. Whenever someone is going through a hurtful period of time, they generally don’t want to show the pain they are feeling, especially when another person is causing it. This is why Miley remains stone-faced and looks almost emotionless. She doesn’t want to show that she’s hurting and tries to force herself into believing that she is fine.

When witnessing her kissing and licking the sledgehammer, many questioned as to what the purpose of it was or just assumed that it was an act of publicity. If you recognize the sledgehammer  as a symbolize of pain, you can then see that she is  simply expressing and showing how she still secretly loves the pain and uses it as a way of holding onto what little of the relationship she has left. For letting go of the pain, is to let go of the love completely.  

            The wrecking ball smashing through the walls would be the easiest use of symbolism to understand. The wrecking ball shows that the love she experienced came bursting in unexpectedly and broke down all her walls that she once had up. It also shows how the love became destructive and eventually ended up damaging her. Her choice in white clothing as she sits upon the wrecking ball represents her once innocent and almost naïve mentality when she first entered the relationship. By sitting on the wrecking ball, she’s telling us how she was more than willing to take that ride and welcomed it in. We still see Miley sitting on the wrecking ball, but this time, she’s stripped down to nothing but combat boots. Instead of jumping to the conclusion that she wants to just show off her body, she’s actually telling us how the love has stripped her down emotionally, leaving her raw on the inside.

            With the sledgehammer in hand, Miley can be seen smashing down what’s left of the destroyed walls. With this, it is apparent that she is admitting to and taking responsibility for allowing the relationship to deteriorate. She’s admitting that some of her actions and choices lead to it all crashing down. She remains emotionless throughout this scene, which can be interpreted as that throughout the relationship she didn’t pay attention or care for it. Throughout little snippets of the video, we can see Miley slapping and punching herself. This is a way of telling herself what a fool she was for allowing herself to become vulnerable and for putting herself in this situation. It can also be a way of trying to harden herself up and to more focus on the physical pain, rather than the emotional.  

            The final shot is of Miley lying in the ruble of the once were walls. This is when the realization of the relationship being ruined sets in for her. All she is now left with is the broken pieces and has to figure a way to build herself back up separately from this relationship. The feeling of regret and sorrow has now consumed her.


I know many people will strongly disagree with me, for when I first watched the video all I could think was “what a promiscuous cry for attention”. But once I connected the lyrics and the music video, I realized that it was so much more than that. I can now appreciate Miley’s music and respect her more as an artist. She told an extremely personal story of a love-gone-wrong and has put to use great symbolism in order to get that story across. 

Response Essay

A Letter to my Daughter:

As you sleep soundly in my arms, I have come to the realization that you have captivated my heart. I have realized that you will always be the purpose within my life. You are the sole reason as to why I do the things I do. Everything I have done, everything I do and everything I will continue to do; it is all for you. You are my motivation and my inspiration. You are the reason I get up in the morning and strive to be the best I can be. You give me the strength I need to push through the hard times and you are forever giving me a reason to smile through them. Every day I find myself falling more and more in love with you; with every smile, every giggle and even every tantrum, you capture my heart. The very first time our eyes met, when your crying suddenly stopped, my heart felt as if it was swelling to the point of it being painful. It felt it was going to burst through my chest. I still get that feeling every time you look at me with those sweet baby blues. I can see the love you have for me as your mother and I hope you will never lose that look; that look of absolute admiration and adoration, the look as if I am the only person in the world to you. That look is what keeps me going. It gives me feeling as if the wind is knocked right of me and for a few seconds, I forgot to breathe. It is like nothing else on this planet matters but you, for you are all I see. Without you; I don't know who I would be or where I would be. Every day, you test me and my patience. You have shown me things about myself that I didn't know and you have made me do things that beforehand, I thought were impossible. Every day you teach me something new. Being your mother, you have taught me to be more kind and more understanding. You have given me so much; much more than you'll ever know. You are my biggest strength and my greatest weakness. But that is the blessing of being your mother. I have learned about strengths I didn't know I had and I have discovered fears that I never knew existed. You are constantly on my mind, with every thought I have, you are right there. I fear for the days when you are a teenager, because I know how cruel the world can be and how hard things can become. But always know, I will forever be by your side, always ready to catch you if you are to fall. Life as a woman can be rough. You are going to suffer from a broken heart and it will probably happen more than once. Although, don’t let it turn you cold. Always have your heart open and a smile on your face, because you never know who you will meet. Love yourself, for no one can love you before you do. Embrace your flaws and your imperfections, for they are what make you, you. Remain open-minded so you don’t miss something that could ultimately change your life. Speak only kind words, for you never know what someone else is dealing with. Trust your gut instinct, for it is generally always right. Listen to what others say and take it in, but never lose your own voice.  Stand up for what you believe is right, even if you are standing alone. If you manage to do all of this, then I have done something right. Now there are going to be days where you will hate me and think I am your enemy, but I promise you, those will be the days that I am just trying to do what I think is best. Like you, I am still growing and will more than likely make mistakes along the way, but I hope you will be able to understand and forgive me. I just want you to live the best life you could possibly live. I want to give you world and I want to show it to you. I want your dreams to be big and I want you to chase them; even when you are doubted. Don’t ever let anyone tell you that you can’t do something, not even me. For you can be whatever you set out to be, you can do whatever you want to do and you can accomplish anything. I will forever be in your debt, for you have made my life worth living. Having you as my daughter is forever having my heart go walking around outside of my body. My love for you will remain unconditional and I will forever make that known, especially at the times when you least deserve it. 


That is the love of motherhood; the love that I hold for my daughter. No love can ever match that type of love. It is an emotion that needs to be felt, not told, to understand it completely. I will never lose that love. 

Narrative Essay


Driving in the car at 6am, I can feel my heart in my throat. After this drive, I'm not going to be coming back the same. Everything in my life is about to change and it is going to change for the better. You see, I'm driving to the hospital to be induced. Today is the day I am going to meet my daughter. After forty long weeks and a few extra days, I am going to meet the love of my life. The one little person that is going to be the center of my universe. The thought itself is overwhelming. My mom interrupts my thoughts and gives my leg a gentle, supportive squeeze.

"You ready baby?" she asks me.

I just nod because my thoughts cannot be put into words. I am beyond ready to start my life as a mother. I was expecting to be feeling nervous or scared, but that's the last thing I'm feeling right now. I'm ready.

As the nurse shows me into my delivery room, I can’t keep the smile off my face. She ushers me to the bathroom and asks me to change into my hospital gown. As I’m changing, I take one last look at my naked belly. The thought is almost saddening. This is going to be the last time I will feel her kick within me or feel her little fingers poking through as if she’s trying to say hello. The nurse ends up knocking on my door because I’m taking so long. She then leads me to the bed and starts to talk me through the procedure and what we should all expect to happen. She reminds me that not all births go so smoothly, but reassures me that I’m in good hands if anything complicated were to arise. She talks to me as she puts the IV drip in my forearm, to help take my mind off of it. After hooking it up to the bag full of Pitocin, which helps kick-start labor, she leaves me in the room with only my mother.

A few hours go by until I finally start to feel my contractions. I don’t see what the fuss is about, this is bearable. It’s a little uncomfortable, but nothing like what I’ve heard. I watch as the machine to my right monitors and records my contractions. I start to notice that with each one, the intensity increases. Okay, I’m starting to really feel them now. I hold my breath as I start to feel my next one coming on.

“Breathe through it Kea,” my nurse prompts me.  I shake my head and continue to hold my breath.

“You have to breathe,” she tells me again.

“I’m fine!” I shoot back, finally releasing my breath.  

Now I see what every woman was talking about when they tried explaining the pain of labor. As another one comes on, I feel my whole body tense in a way to help ease the pain. I inhale deeply, followed with a forceful exhale.

“Did you want to proceed with an epidural?” questions my nurse, clearly seeing the pain on my face.

“Yes please,” I whimper.

It takes the anesthesiologist forty whole minutes and many more painful contractions to arrive to my room.

“I hear you want an epidural?” he asks walking in.

I just nod my head; the pain of the contractions has exhausted me to where I can barely speak. I was foolish enough to watch a video on how an epidural was done and to say I’m worried is an understatement. I look over my shoulder to see the seven or eight inch long needle and I swallow down the huge lump of fear that has formed in my throat. The anesthesiologist puts his hands on my shoulders and pushes down; I think it’s his way of telling me to relax.

“This first needle is the numbing agent and it may sting a little,” he tells me as I feel a light prick followed by a slight burning sensation.

“Now you’re going to feel a lot of pressure, try to stay as still as you can,” he encourages me.

A lot of pressure? Is he kidding? It feels as if a five hundred pound sumo wrestler has decided that my back would make a nice seat. Of course he would describe it as if it’s nothing, he’s a man. But I must thank him, because as soon as I feel the ice cold liquid flowing into my spine, the pain of the contractions ceases to exist.

I get a few hours’ sleep before my nurse awakens me to check how dilated I am.

“Six centimeters, she’s coming along well for an induction” she smiles.

“I’m going to lay you on your side, buzz me if you feel any pressure or changes.”

Within five minutes of her leaving, I feel this whoosh of pressure. I look at my Mom and I guess by the look on my face, she can tell something is happening.

“I feel like I need to go to the bathroom and it’s not an urination feeling,” I tell her.
She tells me to call my nurse and let her know. The nurse is rushes back in after briefing her in on
what I’m feeling. She checks me again and beams this big, toothy grin.
“You’re ready to push honey,”

Those words almost make me pass out. This is it. This is what I’ve been waiting so long for. My doctor rushes in and quickly prepares me for delivery. Everything is a blur. My mother and my grandmother are next to me holding my shoulders in support. Everyone is urging me to push, almost begging me. I feel exhausted, it’s been a long day and I just want to close my eyes to rest. I exert so much energy into pushing, my face turns red and I start to sweat.

“One last push!” my nurse proclaims.

I give my last push all my strength and might. Then I hear a cry. That is the most beautiful noise I’ve ever heard and it causes immediate tears. My doctor hands me my baby. My baby, it doesn’t seem real. She’s here and she’s laying on my chest. Her crying suddenly stops as our eyes meet. For the first time in my life, I am crying happy tears. This is what it feels like to be a mother. It is the most empowering and fulfilling feeling ever. I am a mother.

Welcome

Hi, my name is Kea. I'm a born and raised Australian now living in Columbus, Ohio. I know what you're thinking and the answer is yes, I did own a pet kangaroo named Jack and I did ride in his pouch instead of driving a car. I loved drinking Fosters beer while throwing some shrimp on the barbie. I ate Vegemite for breakfast, lunch and dinner. And I also wrestled crocodiles in my spare time.

No, I'm totally kidding. I never did any of that.

However, I am currently attending Columbus State Community College and making my way to earning my Associates of Science Degree. I have no clue as to what I'm actually going to do with it once I have it, but I have four years to figure that out. I'm a single mom to a beautiful baby girl, Harper, who captured my heart almost 11 months ago.

This blog is solely for my English 1100 class at Columbus State and my teacher required I wrote in a little about myself.