Personal Narrative: Not Underestimate The Difficulty Of College

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As a third year student majoring in biology, I can tell all the trials and tribulations you might face when you get to UC Davis. When I first arrived to UC Davis, numerous biology students, most of who were either pre-health or graduate school-bound, surrounded me. Within weeks of being at UC Davis, I quickly realized that lots of these students were exceptionally smart and extremely dedicated, working very hard to get good grades. At times, I felt like Mufasa from the Lion King, getting trampled on by the stampede of intelligence from other biology students. I assumed that I came to college to have fun, learn about biology, get good grades, and eventually move on to veterinary school. Looking back, I wish I would have known what college was …show more content…

While high school or community college might have been easy, you should not expect college to be the same. More than likely, most UC Davis students have the same belief as you. Personally, I thought that college was going to be super easy for me and that I was going to get mostly A’s. Since I was taking only three classes my first quarter at UC Davis, I assumed that my GPA would start at a 4.0. Because of this belief, I barely studied and did a minimal amount of homework. Nonetheless, after fall quarter ended, I got my grades back and found out the consequences of my actions. I only got one A, as I got two B’s in calculus and chemistry, both of which are classes I took in high school. I clearly underestimated how much more difficult college is than high school. After my first quarter at UC Davis, I quickly learned that I could not be as lazy as I was in high school. I needed to study for my classes and do homework, even if I already knew the material from high …show more content…

While all of your classmates may stay up until late every night, you should deviate away from doing that. During my freshman year of college, I loved to stay up super late almost every night of the week like everyone else. I would usually never go to sleep until at least 1 o’clock. However, this bad sleep schedule of mine caught up with me my sophomore year of high school. During my sophomore year, I got a job and started volunteering, increasing the number of units I took in the process. Due to my increasing workload, I started having to get up earlier and stay at school later. This exhausted me, as I frequently fell asleep in my morning classes and struggled to stay awake throughout the day. While coffee worked initially, I eventually grew immune to the

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