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.
Up until this past weekend I was all for leaving my life at Cedar Park behind to go to a new exciting school where I knew no one but my brother. It had been a dream of mine since sophomore year, I wanted to leave people behind and learn how to find myself in a new place and be able to play sports since I had chosen band my freshman year and was stuck with it for all of high school. I had been so ready to drop everything behind, but with everything going my way lately in my social and academic life at Cedar Park, I had no idea how I could part with my fellow Timberwolves. I told my mom that I had no idea what I wanted to do anymore for next year. She responded with an ultimatum, I had two days to decide or she would decide for me.
The Second Battle of Shiloh The switch to college life can definitely change people. In high school, one makes friends that will hopefully last a lifetime. Then comes senior year, and after all the college admissions letters have been received, one must face the realization that his/her best friends will not be by their side 24 hours a day / 7 days a week any longer. Still ecstatic by what this new life, college, holds for them, students enter into their chosen institute of higher learning. Do you remember that first break, or long weekend, that brings everyone back to the place where they grew up?
Before college, I thought I could never speak in front of people. I have always been a shy person and the end of my senior year of high school was growing closer and closer. Whenever someone asked me to speak in front of a large group of people, even in front of my family, I feel my stomach doing backflips and my hands trembling like I was being electrocuted. The day that I had to face my fears finally came and it was the most intense but happiest memory in my life. Doing my oral presentation for my senior project was an experience that made a huge impact on my life.
I spent most of my years at Highland Park High School, being the best dressed, and being at all the parties. So as my senior came upon me, I was ready to have a blast. Until, my counselor called me into his office to inform me otherwise, that I was academically unprepared for any higher learning. He told me this since I had not done any college preparing or so he thought. I did on my own, I filled applications and got my transcripts sent on my own.
I knew she was upset because she didn't get what she wanted, but that wasn't because of me, that was her mom. Her anger was channeled in the wrong direction and at the wrong person. I felt personally attacked by her comment, so I replied "Don't be mad at me, you just a brat and can't handle being told no. It's life, get over it." That did not make the situation any better, because my little cousin became hot with anger.
Soon her popularity began to turn into her worst nightmare always called horrible names and started not to be as a bright person she was once. Friends watched her cry and called names became bystanders did not speak up when Phoebe was speaking up and teachers were not paying attention thinking it was just a waste of time. She was followed and even the boy she had once dated bullied her. No one knew what was going on with Phoebe and was not able to detect it but Phoebe was bullied to her death. She had made the decision to kill herself because she was tired of it and even if it was not always physically but words will always hurt more and when it is constant people do start taking them in and wonder it is better off dying.
Well, my plans changed when everyone I knew was telling me not to do that because I would most likely not go back. I also saw friends that were older than I was take that break, and then regret it when all of their friends were graduating without them. I changed my mind pretty quickly after hearing about and witnessing their mistakes and decided to go to college right out of high school after all. But after attending Shasta College for just a few weeks, I realized that I actually liked going to school. I found a whole new love for learning.
The one word that would describe myself would be the word “futuristic”. For as long as I could remember I would always plan my life ahead and set goals that would lead to having the successful future I’ve always planned to have. Through out my high school years, however, I thought less about the future and wasn’t as motivated to work hard for it as I should have. Senior year was a such wake up call for me because I was applying to colleges and worried about the whole process. I received my first letter and it was a letter of rejection.
My high school career ended on that night, but it didn’t close the book that is my life, it only started a new chapter, and with it came a whole slue of uncertainties. I had to ask myself, “What’s next?” The only thing that I could think of was the rest of my life, and college would start the rest of my life. With college being this important I knew that every decision that I made would affect my life in some way, and this did anything but calm my nerves. I then had the next three months to prepare for this step in my life. Once again I was a little rattled by this notion.