My heart beat rapidly as the familiar sound of the ringing cell phone hummed into my ear. The vibrant voice of my guidance counselor answered, “Sue Walker, how may I help you?” After gathering my racing thoughts into words, I managed to respond, “Hi, Mrs. Walker, I heard acceptance decisions from the NC Governor’s School were emailed to counselors today.” She confirmed that decisions were available, but would only be delivered in person.
On that note, I shifted my truck into reverse and vacated the parking lot of the college I was dual-enrolled at. The thirty minute ride to my high school could not be over soon enough, as my destiny for the upcoming summer was at stake. The multitude of emotions I experienced on the seemingly endless car ride overcame me as my speedometer pushed the speed limit. Feelings of nervousness, excitement, optimism, courage, and anxiety crept into my mind.
I envisioned my experience at the Governor’s school. Spending my summer surrounded by North Carolina's best instructors and rising seniors. I visualized attending the theater events that other students performed. I wondered what my roommate would be like. I fantasized decorating my dorm room with meaningful pictures, awards, and my acceptance letter to the Governor’s school. I imagined the sound of my mother’s gentle voice on the phone
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I soon found myself at the open door of Mrs. Walker’s office. I could hardly contain my excitement as I situated myself in the cushioned black chair in front of her. She said to me delicately with compassionate eyes, “I know how bad you want to go, but only one student from our school was selected to attend. It was not you.” She encouraged me to pursue other opportunities over the summer, but her words went in one ear and out the other. I left her office with a pout on my face, feeling somber and
With her graduation day coming soon, her mom made sure to remind her that she will be attending college. “‘you’re going to college’ my mother told. Actually it was not so much a statement as a command- that’s the way Mami often spoke” this was stated on page 101 in paragraph. This stood out to me because it reminded me of how my own mother is, she would always tell me that I would attend college, I had no other option but to attend college if I wanted to be successful in life. I was always questioning her; I would say to myself how is college the only way to success when I would see a lot of the successful never attended school. most of my friends were working and going to school. I wanted to work and provide for myself much like Cecilia
“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
In Paul Toughmay’s “Who Gets to Graduate,” he follows a young first year college student, Vanessa Brewer, explaining her doubts, fears, and emotions while starting her college journey. As a student, at the University of Texas Brewer feels small and as if she doesn’t belong. Seeking advice from her family she calls her mom but after their conversation Brewer feels even more discouraged. Similar to Brewer I have had extreme emotions, doubts, and fears my freshman year in college.
Prompt: In 500 words or more, describe your collegiate experience thus far. How has this experience and the knowledge you've gained influenced what you plan to study? How have they influenced your decision to apply to St. Edward's?
The start if college is like the end of one’s childhood. Yet I had no intension of letting that go when I woke up yesterday at 7:00 am. Still, like high school, my mom dropped me off and picked me up; copping almost the exact same routine from the four years I spent in high school. Just as I thought this ought to be the easiest way of transportation, my mom proved me wrong once we reached the University of Washington’s parking lot.
As I walked toward a bus full of strangers, using my sunglasses to shield the tears forming in my eyes, I couldn’t help but to be apprehensive of what was to become of the next twenty-three days of my life. As I trudged up the stairs of the bus leaving behind all that was known, I couldn’t help but wonder; What have I gotten myself into?
College was such a big ordeal around this time last year! Many students had no choice but to think about it every day and I was surrounded by friends and classmates thinking about the same thing. Am I sure this is the school for me? Do I really want to move away or just stay near my mom? I even thought to myself, “What about moving out of state?” Everyone was so nervous, and everyone had the right to be. We are all trying to take the next step into moving on after high school. Until April 5th, 2016, my proudest moment was this day. I received acceptance into the Alabama A&M university. It was just a regular day that I had come home to mail from different universities, and my mom and I had applied here already with my mind on going to a predominantly
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Just yesterday, I retired from being a world traveler. I am getting close to the age of 61 and I can't really hike mountains or go scuba diving anymore so I decided to retire. Back when I was about three years old I moved from my birth state, sunny Orlando Florida, and moved to North Carolina where I lived near the woods and that made me want to explore. I lived there for about four years and a half. I still remember my last day in North Carolina because it was so cold and snowy that i had to wear two jackets and three shirts! When I left North Carolina I moved to Virginia and I stayed there for about two and a half years, and then we moved again to indiana and i stayed there for half of fifth grade and all of sixth grade until we moved to
A few summers ago, I went on a trip with my family to my cousin’s wedding in North Carolina. We ended up driving there and on the way we stopped in Washington D.C. We spent a few nights there, visiting all the monuments and enjoying all the experiences and opportunities the city had to offer. For most of my life, I had always pictured myself living a life much similar to that of my parents; going to college and then moving to New York City to get a job. However, I never felt comfortable whenever we visited New York and I could never picture myself living there. After many trips into New York City, I realized that I had no interest in living there after college and those experiences resulted in me thinking that big cities were not meant for
In the middle of junior year, my parents told me that we were moving to Reno for my dad’s new job. I said, “Okay, I will be living with Andri then, so I can graduate from Mountain Ridge?” Boy was I wrong. I thought that since I only had a year and a half left of school before graduating that they would let me stay at my brother and sister-in-law’s house so I could graduate with my friends. They had other plans for me. They decided that I should go with them so I could make new friends and start a new life, while keeping my friends from Arizona at the same time. So I went with it. I thought that maybe the change would be good for me. I also thought that I would have a chance at living my dream of becoming a high school cheerleader; something I did not get to pursue at my old high school because of the competition. So I went into the move with...
It was the season of school applications. The time of where students are eager to apply to their next school and dream about the future that will unfold for them. There I was a sitting in a class filled with life, listening to the ongoing conversations about the “last” school year. Students engaging in an enthusiastic conversation about their dream school. Some deciding to leave the performing art to pursue the academic programs, others leaving the academic programs to pursue performing art. Listening to these conversations it seems like everyone had in mind of what they wanted, and they were confident about it. Me? I was nervous. Looking at the incomplete form of high school applications, my confidence sank as I knew I did not have the requirements,
Bonnie the secretary introduced me to my new teacher. As Mrs. Bonnie was leaving the room, my new teacher Mrs. Evaheart introduced me to the class. As I stared at the class I couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed. I wanted to go back to my old school where I had friends, knew almost everyone, a place where I didn’t feel lonesome, a place anywhere but here. As I saw each and every one of my new classmates faces the utter dread that I felt slowly began to fade as I saw a familiar face. Seeing one of my former friends give me a renewed hope that maybe being in this school won’t be so bad after
I made the decision to come to Baylor early in 1999 while my freshman year was still in session. At first, people thought I was joking about leaving, but when I persisted in telling them, they had no choice but to accept my decision. I had spent most of my life with some of these people, while some I had known for less than a year. I didn't think about that in the beginning. At first I was excited to go, but about the time of this party, the anxiety of leaving hit me like a sledgehammer. The party was August 10th. I left for Baylor ten days later on August 20th. Those ten days were some of the most anxious of my entire life. Was I willing to give up my happy existence to step into an unknown world of doubt? Well, as you may have guessed, since I am writing this paper, I was willing to take that chance. The question of whether it was worth it or not has yet to be answered.
I never thought this day would come. I mean, I did know it was coming, but I just never thought it would be this soon. Since birth, Lina has been my older sister, my companion, my confidant, and moreover, my best friend. As years passed, I acknowledged that we were getting older, and that the date of her departure was getting closer, yet, I did not want to believe it. Since last year, she had been in the exhausting process of applying to universities, and by the end of May, the University of New Orleans (UNO) granted her with a generous scholarship. With a smile full of pride and amazement, she accepted the scholarship and reserved her space in the Psychology field in the UNO. Overshadowed by the great news of her scholarship, we failed to foretell the gloomy days that were close to arrive.