For some reason, once I got to high school, I stopped caring about being organized and my motivation dropped the second I walked through those doors. Even as a freshman, I found it hard to concentrate in certain classes because I did not want to be there. I got my first C my freshman year to ruin any chance of a 4.0 GPA. My sophomore year, I missed a lot of school due to an ACL, injury and it was hard to come back and catch up on all my work. On the bright side, sophomore year 's homework wasn 't as vigorous as senior year.
If I had worked and studied hard rather than hanging out with friends and viewing high school as an opportunity to socialize, I would not have to apply to school with a 1300 SAT and a 2.7 GPA. Had I taken my grades in my earlier years seriously, I could have been a college's dream candidate. This year I have made an earnest effort to improve my work ethic. My grade point average is rising and my study habits are improving. However, after performing poorly for three years, my GPA cannot reflect the transformation I underwent at the start of this year.
At this point, I became very depressed and almost never left my dorm. What eventually happened was I became so down on myself that I would barely get out of bed or eat. When it got this bad the one friend that stayed around told me that maybe I needed some outside help. It took some coaxing on her end, but I eventually went to the free counseling the campus offered. After about a week of talking with a counselor, I began to realize the mistakes I made and began to panic as to what I should do to fix them.
I feared that I wouldn’t be able to get into my dream university. My parents sacrificed a lot for me so my objective in life is to land a decent job and support them financially. I’ve always tried my best in school in order to make my parents proud. However, that time, I knew I had disappointed my mom when I saw
Even getting a job poses as an issue, with the already lack of jobs being taken by people who sometimes even hold college degrees themselves leaves struggling college students penniless. It then ... ... middle of paper ... ...I became so overwhelmed, thinking I could try and pick up my grades, but it was too late for me. I was then failing all of my classes. My mom would call me and check up on me, I would lie of course and tell her that I was doing well all while everything was crashing down on me.
Before, it didn’t bother me and I would just do everything I was told to do, but now, it is getting very stressful because the work is getting harder and I find myself with more responsibilities. Some studies show that many Hispanics either drop out of high school or don’t ever get to college. Because of this, I am expected to do very well in school and make it into a good college. I am not saying that it isn’t something I want, but this goal seems very difficult, because the stress I am experiencing is working against me and slowing me down instead of pepping me up and encouraging me to keep moving ahead.
I also feared that I would not be able to get into the university I wanted. My parents sacrificed a lot for me so I hope to get a decent job and support them later in the future. Upon seeing the F’s and my low GPA, my mom was disappointed in me because I’ve always tried my best in school; but not this time. In order to bounce back from this fiasco, I retook the class
My freshman year, I was a troubled teenager, always getting in trouble, e.g., various suspensions, getting kicked out of class, and excessive tardiness/absences, not something I am proud of today by any means. With all of those troubles, it was truly a challenge to even face the concept of going to college. I knew what I wanted to do, but it was quite scary even to think about at such a time, acknowledging that I may not have graduated high school to get to college. My sophomore year was the worst; to summarize it, let 's just use the words, "excessive truancy" (constant absenteeism). Due to missing school, I had failed various classes, putting me behind and at risk for not graduating high school or on time, with my class.
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.
It is looked upon in almost a negative way. High school has changed a lot and it is not very enjoyable now. There are lots of reasons why someone would want to graduate early. For instance, maybe the student was bullied, maybe the student decided they wanted to move on and go to college, maybe the student got sick of their home life and wanted to move forward, or like me, maybe the student has their future waiting for them and all they need is to graduate high school so they could begin it. The good thing about graduating early is that you are considered a senior for a lot of things.