At first everything was going very well, I was going to class, studying/doing problems everyday, and working;... ... middle of paper ... ... so poor my second semester and I was not able to perform. This fall semester I did, though I had difficulties with CHEM 330. During the spring semester, the reason why I did not contact any school officials was because I honestly did not know that they offered help with health issues. Instead I sought help from Health Services, though I did not receive much help, because I believed that once the health issues were improved, I would be able to improve my academics. This fall semester, I kept in touch with my advisors about my academics, but did not receive counsel on who to contact about the impact my health had on my studies, which I now know was the Office of Student Life.
I had the best high school experience. I had so much fun but at the same time I did some things wrong, but who cares that was high school I didn’t have any responsibilities or things like that. When I first got to high school it was normal to me because since I was middle school I had a lot of friends in school, and once I got to the high school I went “American Senior High” it was awesome. I n my freshman year I very lazy and crazy since I had all my friends there. I remember we would skip class, skip school and for that reason I failed math!
I have single-handedly, subconsciously created a contempt for homework and studying, and have cheated myself of the work habits I need for college. In middle school, counselors frightened us with tales of this world called high school where we would allegedly have homework every night and would be astounded at the difficulty of ninth grade and above. On the contrary, my freshman year of high school I was delighted to find the workload to be similar to that of my middle school career, during which I finished nearly all homework at school and was free at home. The first semester of my freshman year I participated in Cross Country, with practice every day from 3:30 to 5:30 and many meets. Every day I would come home, tired from long runs and drills, shower, and crawl into bed, not waking until the next morning.
Unfortunately, I was arrested the first week of school. Being arrested was an extreme wake up call, and made me realize why I really came to college. There are two different paths people go down in college, first students can party and not care about grades, barely passing their classes. Or the other path is to study and focus hard on all of my classes. After this night,
In the beginning of my freshman year, I was very excited about coming to Howard University because I fell in love with the school. In my first year I took about 18 credit hours convinced that college would be similar to high school. My first semester felt extremely overwhelming, I thought that I could handle my classes, and I convinced myself that I did not need help but I had only proved by the end of that semester that I was wrong. I did not know how to study well, and I could rely on my “smarts” to get me through classes that were rigorous. I enrolled myself without counseling in Spanish 2, calculus 1, and freshman composition and I struggled the entire way, my pride just would not let me admit that I needed help.
Monday 16th December 2013 Maths Ratio o -On the day of my exam I’m recapping my remembrance on ratios, just before my exams I test myself with class mates for 20 minutes and then I decide to take some notes just so I could have a final glance of what I was recapping on. The last 20 minutes before the exam I was testing myself. I felt this was a very superior idea as I was very unsure about ratios. Having to have a final memory it bought back all my memories on what I had studied on ratios. I feel positive if ratios came up in my exam I’m confident that I would get it correct.
I was very confident at that time. However, on the day of the exam, I suddenly felt uneasy. There were lots of thing going on in my mind: “I need to pass this test,” “This is the only thing that I need to apply for the Nursing Program,” “What am I going to do if I don’t pass this test.” I arrived at the testing site 30 minutes early. When I tried to review the book that I brought, nothing seemed to be entering my mind. My anxiety has defeated me.
My plan of two years came crashing down last week, my dream of going to a six year medical program was denied. The criteria that I have and the criteria that the school emplaced did not match up. I had to many college credit hours for the fast track program which denied my access into my dream program. After receiving the heartbreaking email, I really began to think about my life. At first I was angry at myself for taking too many college classes, but then I began to see that it may have been the best thing to ever happen to me.
Each folder held about 6 work assignments inside them, I panicked even more when I couldn’t find the book we needed for this class I didn’t want to make the same mistake as the last time. I ordered my book late and our first essay was due within the second week. All I needed to do was relax and stop overthinking everything, I thought to myself maybe this class isn’t as bad as the first English class I took. After opening the first assignment folder and seeing that it really wasn’t so much work it was actually videos and articles of what we will be learning that week I felt relieved, the first folder was actually nice. I was able to see who I was as a writer and actually sit down and see what needs more work I also wrote about my MBTI, I found out I was a big procrastinator and that helped me figure out many things.
Having a positive attitude to face the problem is the most important things in everyone life. Last semester, I almost missed my final text due to my poor self-control. My friend asked me to hang out with her, at first I was refused, because I had not finished my homework, and I had the final test the next day at 8am, but after a long conversation, I still agreed with to go with her. When I came back home at midnight, the computer was still wide open and it remains me that I still had to complete the assignment. By the time I completed my work, it was very late and I only got four hours to sleep.