My family and I were considered middle class in New York City with enough stability to purchase our basic needs.

My dad worked as an accountant at a bank.

My dad worked

My mom worked as a seamstress when she wasn't watching my siblings and me,

and I worked in a local bakery down the street from my home.

I've always wanted to go to secondary school one day to become a teacher to educate the less privileged.

I have always been smart in school and I know any little bit of knowledge I have to spread would help.

My goal was always to go to college,

but rumors were spreading through my town and between my mom and dad that the economy wasn't thriving like it was in the 20's.

It's 1929 now and farms are depleting, industries are plummeting, and the unemployment rate is skyrocketing.

I never knew that this could affect my life, until one day that I will never forget.

October 29, 1929 is a day that sent the entire nation into disbelief and shock.

The whole stock market crashed, which will forever be known as Black Tuesday.

Let alone my town, but the whole nation seemed to go into utter and complete chaos.

I instantly lost my job at the bakery.

Then my mom could no longer work, no one was able to spare any money for new clothes.

Then something I never thought would happen, my dad no longer had a job at his bank.

He informed me that the national bank had fallen and swarms of people were waiting to retrieve the last of their money.

Everyone was now looking and in desperate need of a job.

American citizens looked to President Herbert Hoover for any sort of relief or guidance, but of course there was none.

The only advice he gave was voluntary cooperation which urged the people to volunteer their time to get the economy up and running again.

Thank you, do you not think we would do that if we were able to?

But that's besides the point.

As of now, I knew college and any chance to teach children was out of the picture.

Until one day, I was asked by my friends mother, who was once a teacher, if I would be willing to go to the rural country and educate children who were also being affected by the Great Depression.

I would be making almost nothing in cash, but I knew this might be an opportunity I could never get again.

Plus, I could be helping my family a little in the money department. Every little bit counts right?

With my whole family jobless, I went down to a small rural town in Kansas to start teaching underprivileged kids looking for some sight of hope

I could not believe what I saw when I arrived.

I saw run down houses that looked like shacks, scared families, no running electricity, and depleted farms with nothing growing.

Seeing this made me realize how hard the Great Depression had hit them.

Not only were they affected by the economic failure, but they were affected agriculturally and not to forget, the horrible Dust Bowl.

The Dust Bowl was a combination of dust storms throughout the Great Plains that destroyed farms and destroyed lives.

I knew I could be an amazing teacher here to help these kids not only learn something, but spread hope through this poor town.

I could even tell them how the Great Depression is affecting people in the city, and maybe make them feel like they're not alone.