Being the first generation to pursue higher education at the university level is both an honor and a heavy burden and right now, it feels overwhelming.
I am the first in my family to take this step. The first to dare to dream this big. There is no roadmap, no one to guide me through this journey, and no parent I can lean on financially. My mom and dad are already stretched thin, struggling under their own bills and responsibilities. They want to help, but they simply can’t and I don’t blame them.
I was accepted into the school of my dreams, pursuing a Bachelor’s degree in Criminal Law a goal I’ve worked toward with determination and pride. When I received my acceptance, I cried tears of joy. It felt like proof that my hard work mattered, that I was capable of breaking cycles and creating a better future.
But that joy didn’t last long.
The reality of tuition and school expenses quickly set in, and now fear has taken its place. Even if I sold everything I own, it still wouldn’t be enough to cover the cost. I have nothing left to give but my effort, my commitment, and my heart and right now, that’s not enough to pay my fees.
Classes begin this Monday, and I don’t know how I’m supposed to show up when I don’t know how I’ll afford to stay. The thought of missing out on this opportunity because of money is devastating. It feels like standing at the door of my future and not having the key to open it.
I am not asking for luxury. I am asking for a chance a chance to stay in school, to honor this opportunity, and to prove that being first doesn’t mean being alone. I want to become someone my family can be proud of, someone who turns struggle into purpose.
Asking for help is humbling and painful, but giving up on my dream would hurt even more. If you are able to help me, even in the smallest way, you would be helping a first-generation student take a step that could change everything.
Thank you for reading my story. Thank you for seeing my struggle. Thank you for helping me hold on to hope.
