I always remember seeing my father, a full-time nurse at age 35, sitting at his desk at home silently studying his days away. Coming home after 12-hour, late-night shifts at the hospital and always coming home and going straight to the dark wood desk that neatly held all of her binders, pens, pencils, paper and laptop, all essentials for completing any task university due any of its 6 online classes. My dad never had any energy when it came to going anywhere or even holding a conversation for more than 5 minutes and I never understood why. When I saw the tiredness in his low, red eyes I always wondered why he was so tired. I thought if anyone was going to be tired it should be me, squat little Terrell in middle school, thinking that my life was hard because of my seven classes in middle school and I never really understood how his life was so stressful because it was his choice to go back to school. My sister has always taken after my father with her intelligence and dedication to her education. My sister as long as I can remember a thin light skinned girl locked in her room wr...