Broken dreams
Sedriana Euell
Mr. Tatge
Advanced Composition
12 September 2014
The Saddest Day
In my local community I see many young talented people with big dreams. Many times, these people do not follow through with their dreams because their dreams are broken. My father broke my dream of becoming a criminal profiler. I know of many who have had their dreams crushed due to an unsupportive person. I happen to be one of those victims. My father’s side of the family is well-known with the Illinois Police Department. Many of them have made poor decisions throughout their lives. These poor decisions got them in legal trouble. They believe the police department is their sworn enemy. Their problems did not discourage my dream. Since I was the age 10, I loved crime scene investigation. I watched movies, played games, and even read books on crime scene investigation. Everyone on my mother’s side supported my decision and motivated me even more. They suggested I get my master’s degree in criminology. I was very satisfied with their reaction. My father came to visit one day and asked what I was going to do after my senior year in high school. My mother began telling him all of my plans; while my mother told him, I would never forget the look on his face. He jumped up and began screaming at my mother and then his anger eventually turned toward me. I began crying and apologizing for something I enjoyed. I prayed he would have a different reaction, but deep in my heart I already knew what he was going to say. My father called me names that the outside world called police. I was so hurt. I never would have thought my father could tell me I could not do something, when he always told me I could do whatever I wanted in life.
Eventually, he calmed down but had a stubborn mindset that no one was going to be able to change. He made it clear that he does not want me attending law school. He assured my mother and I that I would not go to school to become a criminal profiler. This
Mr. Tatge
Advanced Composition
12 September 2014
The Saddest Day
In my local community I see many young talented people with big dreams. Many times, these people do not follow through with their dreams because their dreams are broken. My father broke my dream of becoming a criminal profiler. I know of many who have had their dreams crushed due to an unsupportive person. I happen to be one of those victims. My father’s side of the family is well-known with the Illinois Police Department. Many of them have made poor decisions throughout their lives. These poor decisions got them in legal trouble. They believe the police department is their sworn enemy. Their problems did not discourage my dream. Since I was the age 10, I loved crime scene investigation. I watched movies, played games, and even read books on crime scene investigation. Everyone on my mother’s side supported my decision and motivated me even more. They suggested I get my master’s degree in criminology. I was very satisfied with their reaction. My father came to visit one day and asked what I was going to do after my senior year in high school. My mother began telling him all of my plans; while my mother told him, I would never forget the look on his face. He jumped up and began screaming at my mother and then his anger eventually turned toward me. I began crying and apologizing for something I enjoyed. I prayed he would have a different reaction, but deep in my heart I already knew what he was going to say. My father called me names that the outside world called police. I was so hurt. I never would have thought my father could tell me I could not do something, when he always told me I could do whatever I wanted in life.
Eventually, he calmed down but had a stubborn mindset that no one was going to be able to change. He made it clear that he does not want me attending law school. He assured my mother and I that I would not go to school to become a criminal profiler. This