When I decided enough was enough. I'd dropped out of high school when I was sixteen, but I'd gotten my GED that summer. I never thought I would go to college. My mother tried, but failed. My second sister tried and dropped out. But I wanted more. I wanted my kids to have more of that. More importantly, I wanted to give them what my grandparents gave me. So I started thinking about what I could enjoy enough to pursue a career and, more importantly, be able to successfully get through college. After a year of brainstorming, doubts and dead ends, I figured it out. And here I am, carefully working towards becoming a master diesel mechanic. I've always loved big trucks. When my dad was still my hero, he drove one. I always enjoyed traveling with him regularly from Joplin to St. Louis. I have always been intrigued by CB radio. The way all the truckers talked and helped each other. The way all the truckers stuck together, no matter where they came from, when they had only known each other for a moment. And their importance is what it seems like no one notices what they do for us. They are an important part of the transportation of many goods that we all need. I also like knowing how everything works. I am interested in taking an electronics course in addition to the psychology course. I don't know if one or the other will happen, but I'll deal with that when the time comes