My transition from high school to college has not been an easy one. There have been many bumps in the road that have caused things to not go my way. I have learned to overcome struggles and the process has taught me many valuable life lessons. Realizing that your parents are almost always right was one of the toughest lessons for me to learn. Coping with all the stress and anxiety that comes with being a freshman in college and learning how to put off the freshman fifteen without my mom’s cooking has been difficult.
High school was not very challenging for me. I rarely had to study for tests and homework was non existent. My high school’s motto was “Making you college and career ready”. That motto gave me the impression that my college experience was going to be just like my high school experience, but I couldn’t have been more wrong. I was in for a rude awakening. I feel like my high school could have better prepared my classmates and myself for what was to come. I believe they could have done this by teaching us how to write a proper essay, how to manage our time better, and hold us accountable for deadlines and due dates without constantly reminding us like daily like when we were in the first grade.
I realized on my very first day of class at Alabama that this was going to be a long and challenging four years. I’ve had to learn new study techniques and have changed my way of doing school work completely. Time management has been the one thing that has made the biggest difference in my college lift so far. Cramming for a test the night before is never a good idea. If you start using time management techniques and begin studying at least a week before a test instead of the night before, you will definite...
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...ssons that I will forever remember and learning those lessons will cause me to make different choices in the future.
In conclusion, my transition from high school to college has been a bumpy one. I’ve had to learn the hard way of doing things and I learned that my mom is usually right. Her cooking cannot be compared to the food at the college dining hall. The freshmen fifteen is real and it might slowly catch up with me, but I hope that walking everywhere on campus can help prevent it. Studying at least a week in advance is the best thing to do during your time in college. Don’t be like I was, thinking that staying up the night before and studying will make you get an A on the test. My transition from high school to college has been a bumpy road so far, but it has been a learning process that I know will better prepare me for adulthood and all that comes with it.
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