Vague Thesis: How my brain keeps trying to make me go to college. I like a lot of people didn’t go to college straight out of High School. I took a year off. I did nothing. I went to school for a semester and realized I couldn’t pay for it and that what I thought I had wanted to do my whole life sucked and I hated it.
I finished off my second semester at UCA with one A, two B’s, and one C. My last semester at UCA I did not put forth any effort. I did not know if I wanted to be a public relations major any longer so I took a bunch of random classes to see if I would find anything that I might like. I started partying less and tried to focus more on school but I still devoted most of my time to the person that I was dating. I thought that my love life was more important than school because I did not know what I wanted to do and I did not see the point of going. I finished off my last semester at UCA with two A’s and three B’s.
Another aspect of life that my failure taught me was to never forget your goals. When “senior-it is” hit me, I completely forgot about my goals. Had I remembered my goal, I would have succeeded. One last life lesson that failure has revealed to me is to always try your hardest. No matter what the task is, always put all you have to overcome the obstacle.
When I first started my college career, I was so worried about friends and everything else that a typical teen year old girl is worried about. It wasn’t until the end of my second semester that I had realized, ‘I’m not in high school anymore, it’s my responsibility to pay for school, not my parents.’ I felt as though my personality changed, I was no longer worried about what my friends were doing. My thoughts turned towards my future and my goals. It was after this epiphany that I really decided to make some sacrifices. If some of my friends were going out one night, I’d have to tell them I can’t come.
When I was a freshman majoring in business, and I was miserable because I had no interest in the classes I was taking, so I dropped out. I spent the next two years traveling, and somewhere in those two years I realized that photography was what I wanted to pursue. The funny thing was since I was about six I’ve always wanted to be a photographer, but I didn’t realize it because I didn’t stop to really think about what I truly wanted to do. I realize that I’m not going to make the big bucks, which is OK because you can’t put a monetary value on happiness.
The assignments were all related, in ter... ... middle of paper ... ...gh sometimes, but we all got along pretty well which made working together easy. Persuasive Communications allowed me to grow as a writer, a speaker, and student. It turned out to be a great option for the second writing course required by the university. I have never cared much for public speaking as I tend to get nervous regardless of how prepared I am. In the town hall speech I tried my best to overcome this and believe I did a good job.
Sometimes it feels like the world is moving on without me, like everyone has a definite idea of what they want to do in the future while I’m stuck here waiting to see where life takes me. My decisions up until now have been an influx of choices that have put me in unfavorable situations. One of those situations was ending up at community college for longer than I would’ve hoped. Community college, sadly, isn’t as fun as it is depicted in television shows and that is especially true when there is no one to share the experiences with. I had a group of friends at the beginning of my time there, but sooner or later, they all departed and moved on, while I felt left behind.
The community participation that has changed my life for the better is being apart of The Accelerated College Education (ACE) program at American River College. Being apart of this program has given me a push and motivation to finish and succeed in school. Before I started in the American River College ACE program, college success was not always a part of my college career. I have been and will always consider myself a part of the ACE program community in which I have participated in for the past two years. Unfortunately, I am no longer among the rest of my cohort classmates that have been a part of this amazing community.
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.
I never in my wildest dream thought that I would be attending college. It was something so far out of my reach, or at least that is how I felt. When I was a teenager; I kept having a nightmare. After I finished middle school I was living hell at home, so perhaps in a rebellious way, to my father at least, I refused to go to high school. My father gave me no choice, but to start working, so I did.