Hello everyone, I'm an aspiring fastlane entrepreneur and a full time college student attending Bryant University. I was previously a student at Lasell College in Newton, Massachusetts and let's just say it did not fit me very well (It was known for its fashion design program). Needless to say I went there because of the significant scholarships and grants that they offered me, however I found myself losing motivation and conforming to the mediocrity of the typical college student. I realized that being there was sucking my passion away and the money was not worth it. I wasn't challenged, the teachers did not expect much from the students, the administration system made it an arduous process to take advanced courses (if they were even offered) and there were very few teachers that tried to educate and prepare students for the real world, instead of coddling them. That is why I made the decision to switch to a well renowned business school.
For a bit of background I have never been a "normal" person, and I don't intend to be. I see things very differently, partly due to my experiences in life, and partly because of my favorite word "why?". I was a very inquisitive child and it led me to question everything and think critically. I always enjoyed learning and even though my family was never wealthy, my parents sacrificed so much in order to put me through private schooling, and for that I am forever grateful for. My private elementary school led me to a private preparatory high school, and it allowed me the experiences to see all types of people: silver-spooned adolescents who will never have to work a day in their lives but attend school because it is the socially accepted norm, dirt poor teenagers that work hard but will never see financial freedom because they do not work smart, intelligent students with no common sense whatsoever, and many more. In my sophomore year of high school when I was 15 years old my father passed away in an industrial accident and that dramatically shaped my life. It was the most traumatic experience in my life (and I've had more than enough harrowing experiences), and I spent 3 years of my life doing absolutely nothing. I wasted 3 years, 1,095 days, 26,280 hours of my life. If I worked that many hours even at minimum wage that would have been over $200,000!!! Now granted I was still attending school and I went to college right after high school so working 24/hrs a day is not a plausible expectation, but if I had a business system I could have been getting paid 24 hours a day. Whenever I think back to those times it fuels my anguish and I get antsy. I can't be complacent because I know where I am, where I could be, and where I want to be.
I see a majority of the students at my college who have a lot of schooling an no education, and that both saddens and humors me. Their desires are to have that 9-5 job and they limit themselves to studying every day of the week and drinking on the weekends. They study to get that A+ and spit back the information that the teachers say with no critical thinking involved whatsoever. They aren't learning anything and their creativity and capacity for knowledge has been stifled. They are going through the motions just like everyone who conforms to play the role of the good little worker drone. My idea of a job is not working for crooked companies that treat workers as disposable objects. I always wanted something more. I've worked hard all my life and I want to become an indispensable asset.
For a bit of background I have never been a "normal" person, and I don't intend to be. I see things very differently, partly due to my experiences in life, and partly because of my favorite word "why?". I was a very inquisitive child and it led me to question everything and think critically. I always enjoyed learning and even though my family was never wealthy, my parents sacrificed so much in order to put me through private schooling, and for that I am forever grateful for. My private elementary school led me to a private preparatory high school, and it allowed me the experiences to see all types of people: silver-spooned adolescents who will never have to work a day in their lives but attend school because it is the socially accepted norm, dirt poor teenagers that work hard but will never see financial freedom because they do not work smart, intelligent students with no common sense whatsoever, and many more. In my sophomore year of high school when I was 15 years old my father passed away in an industrial accident and that dramatically shaped my life. It was the most traumatic experience in my life (and I've had more than enough harrowing experiences), and I spent 3 years of my life doing absolutely nothing. I wasted 3 years, 1,095 days, 26,280 hours of my life. If I worked that many hours even at minimum wage that would have been over $200,000!!! Now granted I was still attending school and I went to college right after high school so working 24/hrs a day is not a plausible expectation, but if I had a business system I could have been getting paid 24 hours a day. Whenever I think back to those times it fuels my anguish and I get antsy. I can't be complacent because I know where I am, where I could be, and where I want to be.
I see a majority of the students at my college who have a lot of schooling an no education, and that both saddens and humors me. Their desires are to have that 9-5 job and they limit themselves to studying every day of the week and drinking on the weekends. They study to get that A+ and spit back the information that the teachers say with no critical thinking involved whatsoever. They aren't learning anything and their creativity and capacity for knowledge has been stifled. They are going through the motions just like everyone who conforms to play the role of the good little worker drone. My idea of a job is not working for crooked companies that treat workers as disposable objects. I always wanted something more. I've worked hard all my life and I want to become an indispensable asset.
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