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 would begin to doubt my aca... ... middle of paper ... ...dn’t accomplish much of anything in high school I finally woke up by realizing I couldn’t mess up on my last chance at redemption. I came having no friends for to depend on, a very pessimistic mindset, and horrible persistence on pushing myself to things I wasn’t ready for; now I am confident enough on my own abilities and what they can be applied towards. After my first semester I made nearly all A’s, was recommended into “The Honors College” at Lone Star, and was named to the President’s List. This might not mean much to other students, but for me it was like breaking the chains that were holding back a potential that has yet to have been entirely expanded upon. To make a long story short, I am the type of person who will find a way to get things done by going through any obstacle that stands in my way to reach my goal, and my goal right now is to become an Aggie.
This was the path I was supposed to take, I felt like I needed to get out and prove everyone who doubted me about going to college wrong and not just some tech school a couple of minutes down the road or a school in my town. Majority of my classmates always made jokes about me not going to college and being the kid that peaked in high school. Not wanting to be known as that guy, I buckled down at the beginning of senior year and started making the moves needed to take that next step to go to college. Finding motivation in myself, I started to excel in my school work and put the pieces together. After taking the standardized test needed for college and filling out applications I started to receive feedback from colleges.
This was the path I was suppose to take, I felt like I needed to get out and prove everyone who doubted me about going to college wrong and not just some tech school a couple of minutes down the road or a school in my town. Majority of my classmates always made jokes about me not going to college and being the kid that peaked in high school. Not wanting to be known as that guy, I buckled down at the beginning of senior year and started making the moves needed to take that next step to go to college. Finding motivation in myself, I started to excel in my school work and put the pieces together. After taking the standardized test needed for college and filling out applications I started to receive feedback from colleges.
After I went to SMYSP, I knew I wanted to be there--my big problem was that I did not think I was good enough. No one in my family even has a high school diploma. At first I was going to just settle for a junior college, but with the pushing of my pals from Stanford, I decided not to sell myself short. I really had no confidence in myself. I did not feel so smart.
My college career started with me just going to school to take PE classes while neglecting my main required core classes and always pushing them aside without any urgency to succeed in finishing school. A couple of years would go by with little to no progress and lack of motivation to succeed in finishing my college required classes. Soon landing a career oriented job and finding myself dropping out of college to focus on my work career. From this point and time I would learn the importance of school and the value of finish college through my years of experience at work. This awareness of value in finishing college would motivate me to want to go back to school.
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.
I had attended the community college in my area during my last year in high school to take some extra courses, and I truly detested the place. I really did not want to go anywhere but < >. So I petitioned for readmission to a new department at< >. I decided that I should focus my studies on something other than engineering, because it was much more than I had expected, and it was flat out, too
My school offered both AP and regular government, I elected to go the extra mile and take in a college course, horrible idea. While in this class I soon realized that it was a futile attempt, and that I should just give up, so the afternoon after the first class I tried to transfer to the easier class, and that didn’t happen. In the end I got a thirty-seven in the class, needless to say I got the opportunity to attempt the class again senior year. Not being one to make the same mistake twice I opted for the standard government class, taught by the football coach. Needless to say this class was slightly less difficult and with the knowledge that I had gained from the little attention I had paid in AP I was able to swing through the class with an A.
It was important that I go to a good university or I won’t be able to get a good job when I graduated. Even though, I didn’t rank as high as I was in middle school, I was doing well enough on my exams; my counselor and teachers told me that I might be able to go to any universities of my choosing. I was very relieved and satisfied with myself; this was my life goal after all. The life of a high schooler was much harder and more completed than a middle schooler. I had to study every day to keep up with the amount of materials that were given out in class—they were much deeper and complicated.