Why should I be friends with people who don’t even care to check in on me? That question lingered in my mind that whole week and weekend, when I finally realized that there are changes that come with high school and this was going to be one of them. They didn’t talk to me or try to figure out what was wrong, they moved on with their lives like I had never even been a part of them. I couldn’t sit around and waste away the rest of my year, hoping they would care about me again, so I was compelled to move on too. All the exciting ideas and plans we had made, I would experience with new people.
Although I was a different person in high school, it is possible for people to truly change if they put their mind to it. In high school, I really did not care about my grades. My attendance was awful, skipping too many classes to count. I barely managed to pull off a 3.0 GPA by the end of my senior year. When I came to college, I knew grades were important but I did not realize how challenging it was to get above a 3.0 in college.
But I knew that I wouldn’t belong anywhere else except HPU and although this year was filled with a lot of homesickness, the experiences I had and the friends I made triumphed over that feeling. One of my biggest worries about coming to college was the amount of work I was going to have to do. Of course I was right about the workload but it was nothing a dedicated student couldn’t handle. The biggest changes first year college students have to deal with are the difference in writing essays. Fortunately I learned a couple of lessons that I am able to relay back to you.
College Admissions : My experience To whom that cares!!! At this moment when I am sitting down here writing this, I suddenly think of this time last year when I was fresh out of high school, hearing about Berea for the first time. I sent my application to Berea with lots of confidence and hope, and I knew I was not accepted. College to me, as much as to many others, is so important. At the time I heard the news of my being denied, I was disappointed, but soon I realized that my failure was just among the many challenges that anybody has to face during their lifetime.
For the first three grueling months, I thought it would never be over because I hated speaking in front of people. It would be days where I would bust out in sweats and then there are days where the only time I was opening my mouth was to vomit, then it will be days where I could get through a whole speech she gave me to recite but I would always look down at my feet. I felt that I would never be able to face my fear but Mrs. Johnson believe in me and kept working with me because she not only wanted to see me graduate but she knew that I was going to college and in college, you will have to do those heart wrenching oral presentation pretty much every year and she wanted me to
I was all set for the "college experience", life at the big U. Or so I thought. What followed was the veritable obstacle course of bureaucratic red tape. My mailbox was almost bursting with forms, applications, packets, and all manner of reading to delve through before the start of classes. How silly could I have been to think that I was finally done with summer reading?
Heart Break After months and months of waiting for a decision, I had mentally come up with my own. The money didn’t seem as if it would come through for my brother and I to go to the private school my dad worked at, Hyde Park, so I was mentally prepared to stay at Cedar Park High School for the rest of my high school career. Everything seemed to be pointing at me staying there anyway, the guy I had been in love with since 7th grade asked to get back together the night before, this morning I had just run the Color Run with one of my best friends, and I had just finished hanging out with a group of my favorite people for a school project. It seemed as if God was calling me to stay at Cedar Park, and then when my mom came to pick me from my friends house, she said that one sentence that changed my life; “The money came through, welcome to Hyde Park.”
Freshman Year Reflection Paper When I first packed everything to move to Springfield, I was excited to start college in a new place and really be independent. During the first week of classes, I swore that I would not be able to survive this first semester. I did not expect some of the classes to be as difficult as they turned out to be. Other issues with a roommate led the first weeks to be rough; however, I started to like college once I found my ground and got my head straight. Once I was on campus and on my own, the allure of being independent disappeared.
To be completely honest, at the end of my junior year, I felt ready to be up here. I watched a lot of my friends go through their senior year and felt completely prepared to move on. I could hardly stand the thought of another year at County High School, in what I thought would be stagnant water. At that point in my life, I had no idea how much I had left to learn and how much one more year at County High would mean. It ended up being, collectively, one of the most amazing experiences I have even had.
The fatal metaphor of progress, which means leaving things behind us, has utterly obscured the real idea of growth, which means leaving things inside us. ~Gilbert K. Chesterton. I returned to college to better my life, but with progress comes change and with change you have to be sure not to lose who you are. I am a non-traditional student with a very busy schedule that returned to school after working as a General Manager of a large Tax Corporation for 10 years. I returned to college with great expectations and ideals.