Tears streamed down my face and the window was fogging up with my breath. The room was cold and I wasn't wearing a sweater but I had to wait. I whimpered, coughed, and sobbed. My parents did this almost every day after I turned seven. The constant screams and yelling would always wake me up. This time it was different though, my mom had left and didn't look back. My dad filled with his anger went back to bed and...

I think it is very important to consider money when choosing the school you want to attend. I have high expectations and goals for my future but I knew that if...