My sophomore year was one of the hardest years throughoutof my entire high school experience . During the beginning of my sophomore year, I lost the only thing that kept me going in life, which was my older brother . Losing my older brother was like losing a part of myself. , heHe was the only person who cared about my future and me achieving my goals in life because he didn’t want me to end up like the rest of my siblings. After losing my brother, I realized that my attitude towards school and life , in general , started to change. My academics and my future of going to college, and becoming a NICU nurse - all the things that I once cared about - didn’t seem so important to me anymore .