Breaking My Principles

Breaking My Principles

  • Submitted By: gatorarms
  • Date Submitted: 10/24/2008 9:12 AM
  • Category: English
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Breaking My Principles I have always stood up for my principles, but lately I can’t seem to keep them in track. My parents raised me to listen to them and do what they said all the time and you and I know that always happens. I have also been taught to be as loyal as possible to my friends but there are times that can be hard to uphold that trait. Some times we need to break our principals to survive in this world. I came to this university looking to become a mechanical engineer. My uncle pointed out that I loved figuring out how stuff worked, and that I loved drawing cars so he concluded that I should become an engineer. I looked into it ad found out more about it, and thought that it wouldn’t be much fun, that there would be too much math. My mom looked it up and saw that it was a high demand job and that the average salary for an engineer was $50,000 a year. So my mom was looking for schools that were close to home. I was looking at inexpensive schools so I wouldn’t be in debt for the rest of my life, and we found Platteville. We took a campus tour and I liked it so I applied and got accepted. My first week went by nice, I thought maybe that I could get used to this mechanical engineering thing. Then the engineering related classes started and I just didn’t like them. So I talked to my mom. I said that I wanted to study criminal justice, but she wouldn’t have any of it. “Suck it up, it’ll get better,” is what she always said. The only thing is they didn’t, I still don’t like them. So I took things into my own hands, and I am switching majors. I just hope that my mom likes having a cop as a son. It was homecoming weekend. It was the day of the dance. I was at school in the parking lot, but I wasn’t going to the dance. I was inking cars. Inking cars is when you take a marker meant for writing on cars, and well, writing on the windows. It’s an art that takes cunning, determination, and stealth. My friends and I were keeping a five-year tradition going, and I...

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