My biggest motivation is fear: fear of failure, fear of letting someone down, fear of letting myself down.
College sets the stage for the rest of your life. When I was choosing a school, I knew it was very important to make the best choice possible. The biggest limitation on my decision was the cost. I decided relatively quickly that I wanted to go to Coe. I knew with my high school grades and ACT score, I would be admitted into the school. The part that I was worried about was which scholarship I would receive. I knew I didn’t want to have school loans until I was forty. The applications for various scholarships all required writing essays.
During high school, I took an online composition class. I had to write three essays a week. Motivating myself to write these essays was almost impossible. I didn’t have a teacher telling me what to do, which I wasn’t used to. Most of the time, I ended up writing them last minute. When I realized how many essays I would have to write for scholarship applications, I thought to myself, “I am never going to get all these done!”
To motivate myself, I focused on how much money these essays could give me. I started thinking about how many dollars each word was potentially worth. I also thought about how quickly the interest on loans compound and how much more money a student ends up spending if he/she puts off the cost. After considering these things, I was very motivated to finish the essays.
My motivation was a combination of intrinsic and extrinsic motivation. The way I want my life to be in ten years was a huge pushing force in my situation. That is tied to the biggest extrinsic motivator: money. I do think it is true that money cannot buy you happiness, but it is impossible to be happy without it. Money funds our survival needs: food, shelter, health care, etc. If you are struggling with any of these crucial issues, it is hard to fully enjoy other things.
This situation is just a surface issue, the real issue is what I expect my life to be. As independent as I try to be, I am greatly influenced by what my family and community expect my life to be. I know that my community expects me to graduate school and get a good job because I graduated valedictorian from my class. At the same time, my mother got married and started a family at a very young age, and neither of my parents went to college. I feel like some people in my community think that I will follow the path of my parents. I know my family wants me to be happy no matter what I do, but they would like me to be financially stable. In order to do that, I need a good job.
Most of my extrinsic motivation comes from the fact I do not want to let my family down. At some level, I want to spite those in my community who think that I won’t finish college. I want to come back to my ten years reunion and be proud of what my life has become. I also want to be financially stable.
My goals for my life are a stronger motivational factor that what anyone else expects me to be. These goals are consciously and subconsciously influenced by external forces. I know what I want my life to be, but society has shaped my personality and values. Still, it is my choice to do the things I do to reach my goals. Even though it is expected of me to do certain things, I have to be the one to physically accomplish the task.
It is a mix of motivational factors the pushes someone towards a goal. At the end of the day, it does not matter how high other peoples expectations are. If a person doesn’t have any internal drive, he/she will accomplish nothing because he/she is the one who has to take action.
It seems like there are two types of money-motivators: people motivated to MAKE lots of money; and people motivated to not SPEND/LOSE lots of money. I think, strangely enough, quality of life is more important to the latter. People who don't want to be burdened with debt often feel that way because they know they will make life choices that will keep maintain their quality of life (e.g., becoming a teacher or an artist) but that will not make them a lot of money.
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You were smart to think of each essay as a little dollar sign. It's sad but every penny counts. :(