During one of my rides for work at O'SNAP, I passed by a group of students gathered around in a circle on the sidewalk. After dropping off my party, I drove by them to ask if they needed a ride. They accepted, but one of the students was visibly ill. I asked if they needed assistance to get back to their dorm, but they insisted they were fine. Due to the policy of NDSP, student drivers aren't allowed to bring back students who are ill due to insurance policies. The student insisted they were fine, but was unable to maintain balance and felt light headed. There was an unopened water bottle in the vehicle I was operating and offered it to the student. The other students with the student helped me lower the student to sit on the edge of the curb. …show more content…
Although it is a seemingly trivial matter, it was a time in my life where I was away from the support of my family and friends and had to confront this battle myself. Initially, I felt overwhelmed and doomed for failure. The course load was more intense than my high school work and there was a lot of material I never learned that was needed prior for a few of my classes. I struggled to keep pace with some of my other classmates and had to sacrifice a lot of free time and participation in extracurriculars to keep afloat with the material. I thought I had a good grasp on time management, but my new college schedule tested by abilities. As the fall semester progressed, I was gaining confidence and skills in arranging my time in an effective way. Moreover, I was adjusting to the new sense of independence I was giving. Before going away to school, I would run errands and do tasks by myself and felt pretty independent, but I still had the comforts and reassurance of home. At ND, I had to adapt to this new meaning of independence and feeling of uncertainty. I was able to overcome this challenging time in my life by being patient and persevering until I felt more grounded with my
I was trying to be too many things and it all came crashing down at me. Swallowing my grief for my beloved grandmother’s death and trying to get into the mental state for school was hard for me. I never handled grief or even dealt with death, this was new for me. Everyone handles grief a different way, my way was keeping busy not being idle. Because if I was not, then I would be thinking of the loss that I felt in my life. Working after school was different from me as well, I never really worked while I was in high school and that was the first semester I did. I noticed soon that I can’t keep up with both acts. School and working was not mixed well for me, but I couldn’t quit I had to keep the job going, because my little paycheck helped make my mother’s ends meet. I had to remember that she was the reason why I was doing
My second weekend here at James Madison University, I was at a party with my friends off campus. Hundreds of kids flocked to the sidewalks near the apartment complexes. All of the upper classmen had given us one vital safety provision, which was to not step onto the street with a cup or beer in hand. I quickly noticed why they had told us this because the streets were swarming with police officers and two feet away on the sidewalks were hundreds of kids drinking right in front of them. During the party, I decided to take a stroll outside for some fresh air and there I saw something that I couldn’t believe. A freshman, perfectly fine, and by this I mean he was not drunk at all, began walking home on the street without a cup or beverage in hand. As soon as his toes touched the pavement two police officers on bikes jumped on him and began interrogating this poor young man. They began questioning him as they looked for any suspicious movements or actions made by the student. After about ten minutes of secret service-like interrogation, they whipped out a breathalyzer test. Clearly, the student failed because he was quickly taken away in hand cuffs in front of hundreds of James Madison students.
I worried so much about failing in college and not being about to fit in. But I am in need of this change to challenge me and prepare me for my future in which I’ll have more bills to pay, other than tuition, and a life on my own, completely free of my parents. College isn’t just a place for learning but also a place to grow personally and experience new things that I wouldn’t have the opportunity to do if I was still a high school student or in other words, a child. There is still a lot of growing up I have to do but I am no longer afraid it because I know that being an adult and acting like one doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy my life like a child
When I was entering into High School, I tried to join as many clubs as I can, since I wanted not only to be superior in grades, but also extracurricular activities. So as usual, I joined Key Club. At first volunteering at the events was fun, but as I went to more events, it felt as if it was a chore. I did not feel any passion; it was rather tiresome.
I feel as though the best way to adapt to the harsh reality of a personal problem is being vocal about it, which can later help someone realize that it may not have been much of a personal problem after all. One issue facing college students around the world is the fact that many of them derive from households and families lacking any college alumni; therefore, making them first-generation college students. The difficulties that come along with attaching this moniker to students include tedious things such as spending countless, mind-bending hours spent on Google searching for what school best suits one’s needs, or needing to delve a little deeper into websites regarding what differentiates an independent student from a dependent one. Minor annoyances such as these can grow into even more vexed issues such as having to depend on a counselor’s often faulty information to help construct a student’s schedule, making things like scouring the web sound rather minuscule in comparison. I heard about issues like this before I went to college, but I didn’t believe it; nowadays, there are moments where I’m sitting in class and end up asking myself, “Should I even be here?”
The main concern for the social worker intern should have been to ensure safety in the room for her and her client. One red flag for the social worker is that Ralph was with a minor at the time of the accident and they are both intoxicated. This can be considered child endangerment or even child abuse. The social worker intern had to report this immediately to child protection services, and they will take care of that situation. After the report had been done, the social worker intern can focus more in her client and his needs.
My transition to college was successful, but it was nonetheless one of the most stressful times in my life. Unlike many of my peers at Saint Louis University, my rural high school experience did not truly prepare me for the academic rigors of college. Despite extensive preparation, I performed rather poorly on the first round of exams. While I didn’t fail any particular exam, my performance was seriously lacking. I knew that getting C’s on exams would not serve me well in the pursuit of my dream of becoming a physician. I remember feeling, for the first time in my life, that I was unintelligent and incompetent. I was also heavily fatigued from the excessive hours of studying, which I felt were necessary to reconcile the problem. I managed to
I thought long and hard about what I wanted to do with my life after high school. I sat at home, on the computer, searching for careers and colleges majors online, night after night. I’d ask my parents, “What should I do with my life?” They would repeatedly give me the same answer, “Whatever your little heart desires.” That response just made me even more confused and frustrated because it reminded me of how many different options I had to choose from. I knew I wanted to continue my education by attending college, but there are so many aspects to think about when considering a college, such as, the type, cost, size, and distance of the college. I would stay awake in bed at night stressing about it. I knew I wanted to attend a college close
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Person B- This person was going to a party.They decided to carpool some friends with them. When they arrived at the party they were greeted by their friends and walked inside. They were presented with various drugs and alcohol. They politely declined and continued to enjoy the party in a responsible way. Then when it is late and time to go home, they got their drunk friends in their car and started to drive away. All of Person B’s friends were safely returned home and they did as well.
The meaning to this quote is remembering the past and wanting to go back either to switch the past or live in the past once again. To quote really relates to my high school journey because there was a point where I didn't care for school, and I slacked off by not turning in assignments, and not doing homework. If I could go back in time to freshman year I would make better life decisions. I would take my classes seriously.
You're at a college party where there is alcohol everywhere. You see a couple of friends there and they're all 18-20 years old. But they're drinking regardless so you decide to join in and drink too. After a couple shots, you see one of your friends suddenly falling to the floor. Since you only had a couple shots, your mind is still clear and realize that he has alcohol poisoning. So there are two choices for you to pick, either call 911 and get in trouble for underage drinking or wait and see if the poisoning will go away. But if you wait, chances are that he might actually die before it goes away. What would you have done if you were in this situation? If the minimum legal drinking age is 18, the choice is obvious that you would’ve called 911 immediately.
With being a college student it's much more different than being a student in high school. You have more responsibility to keep up with your work and you have to take college more serious. I will not say I’m the best college student there is because it not true. I’m still learning on how to balance school,life, and work. Like every other college student the transition from high school to college can be difficult at some points. I just graduated last year so I’m still learning the rope how to balance everything out. I have my moments when I do terrible at being a great college students. However, from my mistake I’m learning for them. No matter how much I fail I never give up. I’m practicing not being a procrastinator any more. Balancing work, home and school can be very challenging at times, but keeping everything organized can help a lot. I always make a list what is more important to do and canel other stuff I have going on if it isn't. My academic goal is to become a successful college student by next
Let’s flash back in time to before our college days. Back to then we had lunch trays filled with rubbery chicken nuggets, stale pizza, and bags of chocolate milk. A backpack stacked with Lisa Frank note books, flexi rulers, and color changing pencils. The times where we thought we wouldn’t make it out alive, but we did. Through all the trials and tribulations school helped build who I am today and shaped my future. From basic functions all the way to life-long lessons that helped shape my character.
...new classes, I soon realized what would be the biggest challenge of college: deciding on a major. Yes, I am one of those people who started college without first declaring a major. I soon heard every question, suggestion, and response regarding possible options. I even began concocting false majors to throw some people off. Large-Scale Demolition was a crowd favorite.