Although I now understand the value of a good education I was not always of that mindset. I made enough excuses to miss school along the way that my mother told me once that I was going to school if she had to call an ambulance to take me. The farther along I got in school the less I liked going. I don't really know why but I still get anxious when fall starts getting closer.I was a horrible student in high school and went to different schools for ninth, tenth and eleventh grades. I had few friends and the school I attended my junior year was huge, I was lost there. All I wanted to do was get a job since I had no real direction and no chance of going to college. The first day of my senior year I walked into the auditorium where some sort of senior rally was going on. There were somewhere near two thousand students there and it was easy to get lost in the crowd, which was my specialty anyway. After sitting there listening to the Rah Rah stuff for a while I got up and walked straight to the guidance councilor’s office. I found out they had a full night school program where you could earn your diploma, so I got all the paperwork. All I needed to do now was go and sell Mom on my plan. I signed up for night school promising her I would graduate, and found a full time job. I spent the next year working all day and going to school four hours a night five nights a week and doing homework in my spare time. In a very unceremonious ceremony the mailman walked up the front steps and delivered my diploma in a manila envelope.