There’s always a turning point in every story. A moment where everything changes and there’s no going back to the way things were. My educational story is no exception. Even though my own hands led me unknowingly down the hallway of fate, I cannot deny the transformation that took place as a result of my procrastination.
It was a Sunday night like any other during my 1st grade year. Only this time, I had a project about pigs due on Monday, and I hadn’t done any of it. Somehow, my mother, being an overly competent detective, find out and was less than pleased. She refused to rescue me from the mess I created. Instead, she made me stay up until I finished the project, roughly 4 in the morning.
As my mom made me live the consequences of my inaction, something changed in me. Immediately from that moment, I took my education seriously and pursued academic excellence all on my own. As I trace the source of my thirst for quality work, I can only point to that life changing Sunday night where I spent my time researching and coloring various breeds of swine.
When did you let your children go through a tough time because of their own actions? How did it turn out? What did they learn from it?