All my life I have always been seen as the black sheep of my family, and out of 14 grandchildren, I have always been the one no one would ever think was worth anything. My father was a high school dropout, and everyone assumed I would be an alcoholic, just like him. I never had a wonderful childhood where I had everything in front of me to choose from; instead, I had to struggle and fight for every bit of approval from all my family members and peers. All my aunts were school teachers and my uncle was a chemical engineer and they could send their kids to college as soon as they graduated from high school. It took me almost a decade to get around to sending myself. I never managed to get good grades when I was young. I tried and tried to get good grades, but trying alone without help can be like the blind leading the blind. I had almost lost all hope before coming to Lone Star College, but my experience at LSC saved me; there's no better way to put it. My time as a student here instilled a refreshing sense of pride and...