The Importance Of My Life

For some, failure hurts the most whenever one has been trying to succeed for a very long time, and then fail. So much time and effort is put in to achieving a goal, but all is lost when strikes. Unfortunately, this happened to me. I had put a lot of time and effort into becoming an honor graduate of Hempfield Area High School, but I became ill with “senior-itis” and never met my goal. Although failing to become an honor graduate had an immense impact on my parents and I, it helped me set high goals for college, and realize important lessons

I enrolled myself without counseling in Spanish 2, calculus 1, and freshman composition and I struggled the entire way, my pride just would not let me admit that I needed help. So I lied to myself, I told myself that it would get better or maybe just go away. It did not and after failing my final exams I would be faced with the damage I had done to my, academic career. In my second semester I went on a road to clean up the damag... ... middle of paper ... ...nding. I have an opportunity that most kids would never even dream of by being able to say that I am in the process of obtaining a college degree from Howard University.

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.

The advantages I was given served both to help me start ahead of others and stay ahead in life, and to cripple me once I had traveled through those first two decade’s worth of rites of passage. I have long known that having so many opportunities had simply paralyzed my ability to pick one of them. While I know that my grade school friends were raised in the same environment as I, I have always wondered why they dove quickly and headfirst into their careers while I spent a decade trying to make up my mind. This introductory psychology course is the final prerequisite course I take before I begin medical school in less than one month. While I would have liked to have made this career decision ten years ago, I am glad to have experienced and learned all that I have in my life, for those experiences serve to solidify my resolve in having chosen my future career.

I ended up dropping many classes my first year in college and failing one or two, and not having that great of a grade point average. In spring 2012 I was automatically enrolled in the strategies for academic success here at Florida State. When I was placed in this class I thought it was the end of the world, I thought I was considered one of Fsu’s dummy student. But my enrollment in the SLS1122 course here at FSU impacted more then I expected. The things I learned in this course have lead me to succeed at many different things.

It has taken me 12 years to realize that I need a college education, an education that seems to be slowly slipping out of my grasp because of my inability to pay for school. I am currently a student at Oakton Community College; I started with my first class last summer to see what college life is or if I could make it in school setting after all these years. I took Intro to Criminal justice, I was told to take easier class to work my way up to harder classes. I don’t want easy, easy would have been 12 yrs ago when I should have gone to college. I passed the class with an “A” grade, happy I was but not satisfied with just passing this class.

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.

It is sad how my expectations have gone down with every year of high school, but I guess that is just what the real world is all about. I started my freshman year out talking about wanting to be a doctor or a scientist or a millionaire. I am about to leave high school not having a clue on what I want to do with my life. I has been hard to observe my grades going from practically straight A's as a freshman to the sad state of nearly having my credits denied this senior year. But now that I know that one has to face the responsibilities for every decision one makes, I might be ready to make some smart ones.No, I do not think that I can become a brain surgeon or a world-renowned scientist or, unless I win the lottery, a millionaire but I can try to do my best to become all that I can be with the options that I have.

My College Education Experience My transition to college was very rough, not only was I just, “going to college,” I felt as if I was picking up my life, and moving it to the city of Merced. Originally I was supposed to have first year student housing guarantee, but I missed the deadline, and I didn’t get a dorm, I rented my own place and lived by myself for an entire year. I also carried a very negative attitude and very bitter about attending UC Merced, because it was my last choice. I was too arrogant to see how blessed I was to have all of these opportunities, and affected my academic performance. However, at the end of my first year, I had not just improved my GPA, but I felt as if I have found another part of myself in Merced.

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.