Back to SchoolGoing back to school was not something I planned to do. It would cross my mind from time to time, but I never really intended to act on it. However, now that I am back in school, it has changed my goals in my life, not only for me but also for my children. I want to be a positive role model. I would like to be someone they could look up to and be proud of. As for me, my role model was my grandfather, I always admired him and he never let me down. I grew up on the Navajo reservation, without running water or electricity. At night we used oil lanterns to light the house. It wasn't light, but it was enough to light up our little Hogan. We had to walk about three miles to get water in huge twenty-five gallon water barrels. When I was younger, my parents didn't raise me, which is often common among my Navajo tribe. My grandparents, who believed in our traditional ceremonies, raised me. My grandfather, during his lifetime, was a Navajo shaman. A shaman is a healer (a healer). I remember when we would go to different places on the Navajo reservation. My grandfather held ceremonies to heal the sick. He taught me to always keep my head up so as not to miss anything. He taught me the importance of taking care of our livestock. Selling cows and sheep was our main source of income and food when I was younger. He taught me that nothing happens to us if we don't work hard for it. When he performed ceremonies, depending on the seriousness of the situation, he would accept livestock jewelry, Navajo wedding baskets, money, and if it was more serious, he would accept livestock. He taught me to not take anything for granted and to be able to ... middle of paper ... where I was raised and start on the right path. I now teach my children what my grandfather taught me. My eldest son knows how we live on the reserve; from time to time we go back to my aunt's house. He does the hard work that needs to be done, like feeding the sheep, the horses, fetching wood, cutting wood, bringing it to light a fire, so he can keep the house warm, bring in water and many other things. more. I try to make him understand my culture of life on the reserve, but also in the city. I think I owe it to my grandparents who taught me to live, to be myself and not to be someone I can't be. I know my grandfather would be proud of me. With the education I am receiving, he would like me to return to the reservation and encourage my people to continue their studies, without losing their indigenous culture..