Personal Narrative Analysis

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Excited. Nervous. Determined. Those three words perfectly describe how I was feeling my first day of college. The enrollment process was rigorous for me, but with the encouragement and support from my boyfriend, I was able to finish submitting the required paperwork by the school's deadline. After all of that was over with, I could finally begin a whole new chapter of my life that I had never visioned for myself. None of my family members have attended college, I was going to be the first one. This means, I was showing up for my first class completely mentally unprepared. I was unaware of what to expect for my first semester at Ocean County College. The first class I had was English 095 with Professor I. When I first sat down, I glanced around the room and noticed all the students were fresh out of high school. I, myself, graduated high school 12 years ago! For a split second, I became extremely nervous. I pondered what they were thinking about me. Would they be taken back to hear I'm nearly 31 years old? If we were to do partner activities, will I be the one they dread being paired with considering I'm “old”? Then, quickly, I shut those thoughts down. I laughed to myself at my own stupidity for caring …show more content…

I am steadfast to succeed to the best of my ability in all of my classes, not just English. It is important to me to be a great example for my children. Starting college and attending my first class teaches my children numerous valuable lessons. Firstly, it shows them that you are never too old to continue your education. Secondly, it teaches them to have ambitions in life and to reach for your goals. Lastly, I know it will also teach my children how it feels to be proud of a family member. My daughter already tells people, “My mom is in college now.” The way her face lights up as she is talking about me attending school, shows how proud she is of

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