The bright colors of the autumn leaves and the brisk wind that hit against my face as I rolled the window of the car down to get a closer look at the sprawling campus I was passing as my father and I drove up a hill to the Skytop Parking Lot. Already, I was captivated by the environment and interested by the students walking around, discussing topics from their classes and different events going on that night on campus. I immediately felt comfortable and out of all the colleges I have visited, Syracuse is the one I can see myself starting the next chapter of my life at.
My proudest achievement would be getting into Cumberland International Early College and making it oy my senior year. The three years I have spent at Cumberland International have been very difficult because of many reasons such as being on the campus of Fayetteville State University, taking almost two years of high school in only two semesters, and being pushed to excel from the beginning in order to prepare to take full level college courses by our tenth grade year. Although I struggled during my time at CIECHS it was a truly amazing opportunity to be accepted as the third graduating class of its time. Being at a school that had only been running for two full years has both positive and negative aspects. We were changing the curriculum
Going to an HBCU further sparked my interest for the African American community and its distinctive culture. Experiencing the oldest HBCU in the South I was embodied by African American history which made me more aware of the need for acknowledging
I knew once I stepped through those doors that was home for me. Two weeks later I transferred and started January 4, 2016 the first day back from Christmas break. I was ecstatic, happy, and nervous, but I knew I made the right choice and every day after that has been fantastic. I played sports every season, I joined clubs, and most importantly found happiness. I am into to my senior year and it is flying by like a cheetah on skies.
All my life I had dreamed of following in my mother 's footsteps and becoming a UConn Huskie. I had watched every UConn sporting event with my parents for as long as I can remember. I 've acquired many autographs of players over the years and even obtained a basketball signed by Jim Calhoun. I remember the devastation I felt when I learned the major I was pursuing was not offered at UConn. I had graduated high school convinced I was going to be an accomplished architect.
That school had offered a free school year opportunity for those students that enrolled. I looked into it to see if it was just that community college and turns out many schools local to one’s home give the first school year free. That was a plus for me! The school was local to me so I would spend a dollar on the bus instead of wasting my money being at a university living in dorms, money on food, and gas. University would have drained me out of
After graduating, college was something that was expected, it didn’t matter where, it just mattered that I went. My parents were always supportive about going to college, but they never really pushed for specific college. I never knew the value of getting all A’s on a report card, or getting into a prestige school. I was out of touch with what I really wanted to do with my life, until I met my psychology professor, Mike Pinney. He had all the passion I lacked, and made psychology a subject I grew to love.
This was a life changing opportunity. My grandma’s sister was willing to accept me inside her house so I could come in and experience how it was like to attend High school in the U.S. I couldn’t be more excited and happy that my dream of living out of my own city was going to come true! It wasn’t easy to say goodbye to the people I love, so many friends that grew up with me and my supportive family. That wasn’t the only challenge of course. Living in another country for the first time implies the need of adaptation.
I always asked everyone about college and if they think it is better than High school. Many say that it is hard but, some people think it is better because it is on you. As of right now, I am truly enjoying the college life and working hard and making friends and trying to fit new things. However, this does not come easy for me and it took me a long time to get use to the difference between highs school and college.
As a transfer student from a community college, Cornell was and still is a big transition for me. At one point, it became overwhelming since I thought I was not fulfilling my loved ones’ expectations. College was not a new experience, but Cornell was. I was not sure if I would fit in this new environment. At times I found myself in libraries for hours.
It took me what seem like forever to be able to live out my dream of coming back to Texas Tech University. I told myself from the beginning of my college career that no matter what happens I will finish where I started not knowing what would soon happen. During second semester of my freshman year my father lost his leg due to an accident. Those times were the hardest not only for him but also for our family. My father lost his job, my mother had to work more and I made the choice to go back home to help out financially.
I had no problems with former or present classmates and professors here or MDC. I have never disrupted a class spoke out of line with any professor or student a matter
When I first stepped out the doors of the Denver International Airport, my jaw drops and I’m awe struck. Mountains are all I see in the amazing view in front of my eyes. Coming from Illinois, a mostly flat area, seeing mountains was unheard of back home. I instantaneously fell in love with the view I got from the airport and from then on, I knew that going to Colorado would be the best trip of my life.
Attending school opened a new world for me. I had immigrated from Colombia eight years ago, and as an immigrant I faced several hurdles, such as the language barrier, the customs, the disadvantages of living in poverty, and the legalization in this nation. As the years began to go by, all the hindrances began to vanish itself, it was more a matter of time and perseverance. When my senior year of high school arrived, I was very excited to apply to all the colleges of my choice, nonetheless, from the twenty-five that I applied to, none accepted me.
You could also meet many new people and you get to learn a lot, or learning things you love. From (www.moneycrashers.com), from a decent college student it says, “I met many of my best friends while I was at college, and I even met my spouse while working at summer internship for college students. These people have shaped my life tremendously and have helped me grow as a person.” So, college students have made relationships with other people that affect each other’s lives in a great decent
