I decided that I was going to take two years off and work and then attend college. After working two full time jobs for two years I was finally ready to go back to school. My parents never attended college so this was all new to us. Finding the right program learning how to sign up for classes was all very new. Although it was tough getting started I was finally all signed up for classes.
Narrative Essay Since I was in middle school I always was on honor roll, and I would dream about going to college. Once I got to my senior year of high school my dreams were starting to become my worst nightmare. I always thought that my final year of high school was supposed to be fun and enjoy the last few months I had left with friends until we graduate. During my final year of high school it was not fun and dandy like the High School Musical movies. I endured trauma of taking the ACT nine times and almost not being accepted into college.
For example: In my last dream, when I had dream about computer science that I tried much to pass that subject but I cannot, I thought it was a signal from a dream. Next day I went to college and drop my computer science course. In my second dream, It predicts that I had a current issues of exams in those days. I was worried about getting late in the class and teacher would not alloed to write a paper.This dream alert me about having exams. The day when I had that dream I woke up early in the morning and studied a lot and reach college half an hour ahead.
The journey I left Lebanon when I was 10 years old. My entire family traveled to the United States in order for us to get a better education and live in a more peaceful place. I never had good English speaking skills and my writing was extremely horrible, that 's what made me so insecure about my writing until this day. Looking back in time to my previous school year, I remember myself struggling to write a five paragraph essay and worrying about how I’m going to do in college if I’m still struggling with this five paragraph paper. You might think I’m just lazy and not enough educated student who can 't write a five paragraph essay, but the truth is I’m actually a smart person, but I was still haunted by one fear that was haunting me ever since I came to the US.
The Best Day of My Life I was told all my life that your senior year is the most critical year of your high school career. Until my first day of senior year, August 25th, 2014, I didn’t realize how true that statement really was. As I walked through the lobby that morning, it didn’t take me long to realize that I would never see many of these people again after graduation. Although I knew the next 180 days would be very difficult, I knew that in the end it would all be worth it. When I received my diploma from Elkin High School on the evening of June 12th, 2015, I soon realized this would be the best day of my life.
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.
That’s not exactly true for me. My graduation went along perfectly, and it would have been a nice day had some specific events not had taken place that afternoon. I graduated high school in 2015 on the 6th of June, the day after the last day of high school. I had stayed up the entire night before because I was so upset. I had been slowly working myself into an anxiety attack the whole night because I was so petrified of walking the stage in front of so many people, and yet I was excited to finally be done with high school and to hopefully never have to see any of those horrifying people again.
People label things as “normal” because they have become habituated with these things. Beth Harry’s book, Melanie, Bird with a Broken Wing, her ideal view of a mother is challenged when she gives birth to a child with cerebral palsy. Through her story, she provides an insight into what she felt as a mother of a child with a disability and her journey up until Melanie’s death. The memoir left me with mixed emotions because, in the beginning, Harry expressed her thought of wanting her child to die, if the child had caused any trouble. Harry challenges my core beliefs and values, however, through Melanie, I was able to see Harry grow as a mother and a person.
The day I lost my class spelling bee in seventh grade was the day my life changed in ways I never thought would happen. Fourth grade up until that time, I had made it to the Regional Spelling Bee at UMES every year in March where if I won, then I would venture to Washington D.C. to compete in the Scripps National Spelling Bee in May. Studying with my mom had become a paramount part of my life while preparing, and all I had experienced was success until that day. It was sometime in mid-January 2016, and I had just arrived back home from the Philippines. I believed I was ready, but of course I still felt nervous, so when my English teacher, Mrs. Phillips, announced we were having our class spelling bee, I started shaking.
I received my first letter and it was a letter of rejection. I was devastated, but I knew that I will get an acceptance letter eventually and I did. The acceptance letters I got were mostly colleges I did not want to attend. My college counselor and my parents were letting me consider a community college for the first year or two but I knew that I would not see myself going there . So I had to work hard that whole semester in order to get a higher GPA and to show schools that I was approving since I did apply early.