Growing up, good help was hard to find.

By: Cherry Yeung

My first memories of reading clocks and the time came at age four, as did memories of speaking a foreign language to get help and sitting alone in the waiting room at a hospital or even translating hospital treatments for my grandma while she got them. My experiences are not idiosyncratic.

When it came to high school, all I wanted to do was help others. I applied for leadership positions, sport teams, everything but production (sorry to all the theater kids out there). I got lucky when I got into the volleyball team 2 years in a row and leadership from years 9-12 and became college captain. 

As I reached the end of my high school years, I realised three things. The first being that I hated the whole giving away over a decade of your life to a broken system in hopes of getting a certificate and a number that would not matter in a few years time. The second being that I wanted to become a teacher or a speech pathologist - both careers being careers where I help people. The third being that good help should be easy to find.

Now being a second year education student, I am loving uni more than ever and am so excited to make a splash in the world of education, change the way young people interact with the world and make good help easy to get so that the struggles I faced, will no longer exist for others to face.

All things good and opportune should not be a game of luck.