My College Experience
My decision to change schools from The University of North Texas to come to Penn State, leaving behind friends I had made was a difficult and long process. The months leading to the decision were filled with a lot of stress, and put strain on family and friends alike. Adding to the situation was the strain of my not having a car, and not being able to afford to fix my current one. Even with these factors pressuring me, I think I managed to make the right decision, and left UNT, and came to Penn State.
I should have known right from the start that I would have problems. My first day on the UNT campus I was told I would have to redo nearly all of my previous college work.
They had different history, language, and English requirements than did my community college from Pennsylvania, and despite providing course descriptions, the classes that did match up, were named differently that theirs, so they denied transferring nearly all of my classes. After a fight, I resolved to take the classes that they required differently from my community college, for example, American History, where I had European history.
Things were not fixed yet, but at least I was taking classes, and making progress.To further worsen things, I fell ill not a week into the semester. An initial strain
of the flu had me running a fever of 102, and made me pretty much unable to do anything. I managed to get over it in about a week, but then I got a secondary infection which once again raised my body temperature to 102+. I finally went to see a doctor. He
explained what happened why my fever broke and came back. He also prescribed antibiotics and cough medicine which got me on my feet again after another week. When I came back, professors were not willing to work with me at all, doctor’s note or no doctor’s note. My physics class even had a test the first day I was back, and I was forced to take it totally unprepared. Needless to say I failed the test miserably. To my surprise, so did the rest of the class. I managed to catch up in all my other classes to the point
where I could expect a C, but I never recovered from physics, and ended up needing to
retake it, and having my GPA smudged.
“Coastal Carolina is too far away for you to come home when you have the chance.” Kaylee (my Girlfriend at the time) said to me in my first car as we talked about college choices. I told her about my acceptance to Coastal Carolina University I received from Mrs. Emmons (personal guidance counselor in high school) during a school day, early February. Kaylee’s words made me start a to question myself; “What other colleges can I choose?”. I came home and sat down with my parents in the living room with my Coastal Carolina acceptance letter in my hand and they were proud of me. I asked my parents the same question I asked myself earlier that day “What other colleges can I choose from?”. When
I began to look at college as a fresh start of life. I had the opportunity to change anything I want about myself. However, the day before leaving, I wanted to change my mind, I no longer wanted to leave everything that I have known for my entire life. But, I refused to show my new feelings because I knew it was a common feeling among other college bound freshman. After some tears and deep breathes, I realized I always wanted to go away to school and if I backed out, I would regret my decision for the rest of my life.
I feared I wouldn’t be able to uphold my family’s standards. All the work given to me from my five core gifted classes and the stress started accumulating. My life was spiraling right before my eyes. I lost control of the steering wheel and ran myself right into a ditch; a ditch, more like a bottomless pit of scum. I thought I was strong enough to hold on for the ride but apparently I wasn’t. I reluctantly handed over the wheel to my parents and let them guide me to where I needed to be. Eventually, tenth grade rolled around and I put myself back together. I was broken glass taped together trying to refurbish myself. At this point I just had to make it through high school. At the end of tenth grade, I aced every class I had taken from band to chemistry. Eleventh grade creeped around the corner and the anxiety started to build up again. I wanted more for myself. I was no longer satisfied with being every other person in Hialeah Gardens High School. My options were to either get into dual enrollment or finish high school all together. Dual enrollment was ruled out when my test scores were not at the new passing score they had recently made. There were two months left of school and it was until then that I decided
Abortion is a very controversial and sensitive topic in today’s society. Two different sides to this argument is pro-life and pro-choice. Pro-life proponents believe in the right to life for unborn fetuses saying that abortion should be considered murder regardless of how far along in the pregnancy the woman is. Pro-choice advocates people who believe the woman carrying the fetus should be able to make her own decision on aborting the fetus.
What is the difference between challenging and banning a book? To challenge a book is part of the process to ban the book which means to remove the materials. But why do people banned and challenged books? People, and or groups, have good intentions when they challenge a book. They are doing it to protect children of harsh information and difficult ideas, but shouldn’t everyone have the right to read whatever they please? In my opinion, they should! By examining sexuality explicit, offensive langauge, and unsuited for certain ages it is clear that some books have been banned, or challenged.
Books are written for the pleasures of people and came from the hard work and efforts of writers. A writer’s story is mostly based off of themselves and it is known that you will know a person much better once you have read their writings. So why are some books banned?
During my first semester of at Darton State was rough in my opinion. I took a break off, from when I was in high school, before I started college. Maybe I just forgot what is was like to be in school. When I finally went back to school in the spring, I became very stressed. As time went by, I got a hold of my classes. I learned about almost everything I needed to know and the way it worked. A lot of thanks to the course Dart 1000. It helped with me learning my way around the online portion of college. Then stress began to relieve a bit, but then I got a job. I am an on-the-job training dental assistant. Which I knew would look really good on my resume when I got to be a dental hygienist. Plus, if I want, I can already have a job lined up of
I continued to take medical classes throughout high school, however, there were quite a few setbacks. Before the start of my sophomore
I spent much of my high school career researching colleges and universities. My mom and I traveled to well over 10 different colleges and universities in 4 different states trying to find the “perfect” school for me. By the end of my junior year of high school I had finally found the ideal school, or so I thought. The school was small, environmentally friendly, new, beautiful, diverse, and just happened to be located 1,000 miles away from home. Everyone at my small high school knew that I was going away to school and it was a huge deal because the majority of my classmates were going to in state schools. I traveled to the school multiple times for orientations, to meet my roommates, and to make sure it was the “perfect” school for me. Early May of my senior year of high school, right before graduation, I woke up with a feeling in my gut that this
"Tomorrow is the first day of what I will become." I wrote this in my diary the night before my first day of college. I was anxious as I imagined the stereotypical college room: intellectual students, in-depth discussions about neat stuff, and of course, a casual professor sporting the tweed jacket with leather elbows. I was also ill as I foresaw myself drowning in a murky pool of reading assignments and finals, hearing a deep, depressing voice ask "What can you do with your life?" Since then, I've settled comfortably into the college "scene" and have treated myself to the myth that I'll hear my calling someday, and that my future will introduce itself to me with a hardy handshake. I can't completely rid my conscience from reality, however. My university education and college experience has become a sort of fitful, and sleepless night, in which I have wonderful dreams and ideas, but when I awaken to apply these aspirations, reality sounds as a six thirty alarm and my dreams are forgotten.
When I first enrolled here at State University, I never thought I would ever be in the position to graduate. Finishing college was a huge goal growing up but it was also my biggest fear. But after three and a half years of dedication I plan to get my degree in the fall. Getting this far in college was not easy, it took encouragement from family, dedication, and assistance from others to reach this position.
People deal with stress in their lives daily. Temporary and moderate stress can help to remind people of the seriousness of certain situations and push them to work hard. This stress is also very rewarding due to the relief that follows when the important task is completed. On the other hand, constant and excessive stress can have many negative effects in a person’s bodily and mental health.
must stick with it. A cabinet could be opened at home and a variety of tasty
When first coming to school I thought the adjustment from being away from home would be a lot harder but over this semester I learned to
Schedules are a difficult thing to balance. A person must find the time to complete a number of tasks in a day. A normal adult may have time to get everything done and still have time to spare. The normal college student on the other hand is constantly on the go. College students have busy schedules that include working, studying, and socializing.