Help Michelle Student teach!
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I should cut to the chase: I’m poor and need to finish school. Whether I know you or not, I think you should hear my story. I might sound a little cocky, but I have a story I want to get out.
My name is Michelle Tran; I am 22 going on 23. I was not always a super excited, outgoing person I am known to be now; I was born to a family of five, in a low-income housing development with a single mom with a smoking habit, and firm hand. We all grew up on welfare, starved on some nights, had to sleep in roach-infested apartments and sometimes were beaten half to death by our frustrated, mentally-ill mother. As we got older, my sisters and I made it out of the house, but had to leave our little brothers to stay with my mom. We all left to escape poverty and seek better lives for ourselves and eventually, to help others in our family. My older sisters have made it to their destinations, and are trying their best to create some stability for themselves. I am almost there.
In 2010, I was kicked out of my home for “staying out too late every night”. Doing what? Extracurricular music activities. This ranged from marching band, community orchestras and so much more. Why? Because music was my savior. Music saved me from the bad things happening at home. The night I was kicked out of the house (for leaving to perform a concert,) was the first night I could finally breath. I spent a few weeks homeless; at 18 years old I was couch surfing and bench sleeping. I tried to hide it for a long time, until I finally told Brian, my friend I had made though my county orchestra. His family took me in as their own, and from 2010 until now, they’ve helped me this whole way mentally and financially. They helped me get my first job, get into college, and helped me get through 4 years of school to become a music educator, at a pricey music conservatory. Despite the expenses, they helped me pay the left over bill after loans and grants. They’re the reason why I got this far, and why I can soon become a music educator. Why Music Education? So I could share my experiences with others and show the world that a person from such a terrible background can find a way to get up and take control of the future. The secret is, well, all you need to do is ASK. Ask for help.
So, why am I rambling about my life and making such a big deal? Well, I need help.
Earlier this week, I received a bill for my final semester; reading a whopping $15,605. This is the result of losing all my grants past the 4th year of college. I don't have this kind of money.
All the money donated will go towards for the bill due August 15th.
I know this is a lot to ask for, and believe me: it is hard for me to ask, but I would really love some help. This is the last challenge standing between my degree and me!
My name is Michelle Tran; I am 22 going on 23. I was not always a super excited, outgoing person I am known to be now; I was born to a family of five, in a low-income housing development with a single mom with a smoking habit, and firm hand. We all grew up on welfare, starved on some nights, had to sleep in roach-infested apartments and sometimes were beaten half to death by our frustrated, mentally-ill mother. As we got older, my sisters and I made it out of the house, but had to leave our little brothers to stay with my mom. We all left to escape poverty and seek better lives for ourselves and eventually, to help others in our family. My older sisters have made it to their destinations, and are trying their best to create some stability for themselves. I am almost there.
In 2010, I was kicked out of my home for “staying out too late every night”. Doing what? Extracurricular music activities. This ranged from marching band, community orchestras and so much more. Why? Because music was my savior. Music saved me from the bad things happening at home. The night I was kicked out of the house (for leaving to perform a concert,) was the first night I could finally breath. I spent a few weeks homeless; at 18 years old I was couch surfing and bench sleeping. I tried to hide it for a long time, until I finally told Brian, my friend I had made though my county orchestra. His family took me in as their own, and from 2010 until now, they’ve helped me this whole way mentally and financially. They helped me get my first job, get into college, and helped me get through 4 years of school to become a music educator, at a pricey music conservatory. Despite the expenses, they helped me pay the left over bill after loans and grants. They’re the reason why I got this far, and why I can soon become a music educator. Why Music Education? So I could share my experiences with others and show the world that a person from such a terrible background can find a way to get up and take control of the future. The secret is, well, all you need to do is ASK. Ask for help.
So, why am I rambling about my life and making such a big deal? Well, I need help.
Earlier this week, I received a bill for my final semester; reading a whopping $15,605. This is the result of losing all my grants past the 4th year of college. I don't have this kind of money.
All the money donated will go towards for the bill due August 15th.
I know this is a lot to ask for, and believe me: it is hard for me to ask, but I would really love some help. This is the last challenge standing between my degree and me!
Organizer
Micherre Mo
Organizer
Dunn Loring, VA