I was doing lousy in Heating and Air Conditioning college, and our educator pulled myself and others aside.
She told myself and others I was doing excellent when I first started, and she wanted to know what had changed.
I told him nothing had changed. It was simple then, but it was getting harder. She said that nothing simple was worthwhile. If you had to labor for something, it made it all the more important, and you felt prefer you accomplished something. I turned around and asked him what she knew about it. It wasn’t our decision to go to Heating and Air Conditioning college, then my father forced myself and others to come here so she could have myself and others in her Heating and Air Conditioning business. She wanted an Heating and Air Conditioning worker who was her child so she had someone to supply the Heating and Air Conditioning supplier to. The Heating and Air Conditioning educator looked at me, and told myself and others to quit. She didn’t care if I was giving away a good job, but it was our decision to quit. She wouldn’t force myself and others to stay or make myself and others suppose excruciating if I left. I got up and started to walk out the door, but something made myself and others turn around. The educator had our paperwork on her desk, and she was checking something off. I walked back and looked at what she was doing. I had nearly perfect scores in the Heating and Air Conditioning classes, and I was throwing it away. I sat down and asked if I could stay in the class? My educator asked if this was our choice, or if she had convinced him. I told him I could be an excellent Heating and Air Conditioning worker if I tried, and I wanted to try.