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Transition from high to college
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Transition from high to college
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Upon arriving to Miami Dade College, you will never imagine all the resources offered to students to succeed during their scholastic years. I’ve been lucky enough to been advised by some of the best staff at their Interamerican campus. From their advisement office to their profoundly knowledgeable professors. As a current student of ENC1102, we were required to attend one section with a tutor at the writing center. I always thought I had sufficient knowledge of the English language and taking time out of my busy schedule to attend a section with a tutor was absurd.
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
My grandfather, mother, and entire family were raised in Bellingham, Washington as was I. I can’t imagine going to any other school than Western Washington University. This past year has been a whirlwind. I had to decide which schools to apply to, take many tests, finish up a senior project, found a new passion, and lost someone close to me. I now realize that the only school I want to go to is Western. A few weeks ago I went to tour a few colleges in Eastern Washington.
When I was was younger, I was a caterpillar crawling around trying to get through life, waiting to turn into the beautiful butterfly I know I could soon become. I made good decisions along with bad ones, saw the beauty in life as well as the unpleasant. I was like everyone else trying to be their own person, but now as I look at myself in the mirror I can finally see who I really am. I see myself as the beautiful butterfly I once dreamed of becoming, ready to fly down my own path. I have been in my chrysalis and I am finally out and ready to fly into my bright future.
When I was a student at Gallaudet University, I found college to be difficult. After five years, I was a junior. I faced many challenges. One challenge was the wrong major. I picked the Graphic Design major that I thought was the 3D Game designer.
I am first generation college student. I started Florida Gulf Coast University four years after I migrated from Jamaica along with my Dad, in pursuits of “an opportunity”- something that is very scarce outside of the continental United States. Before coming to FGCU, I went to Miramar High School; I graduated with honors and promised my Dad that within four years I would bring home my bachelors degree in Finance. August 14th, 2013 marked move in day at Florida Gulf Coast University. My first few weeks at Florida Gulf Coast University introduced me to the dreariest days and nights of my life.
I graduated back in 2013 from a pretty decent school district. During high school I wasn’t an A student or a B student, I just did what I needed in order to pass. Once I got to my junior of high school I started taking things more seriously, I started making A’s and B’s. Once my senior year started the pressure was on. Everyone asking “what college are you thinking about attending?”
The best part of this semester has been meeting new friends and people that aren’t mean and talk about you behind your back. Meeting mature individuals has defiantly made my experience here at Brevard College a positive on but I love how willing to help the professors are because I don’t dread going to class. It may not be my strongest subject but if you go talk to the teachers they are more than will to help out.
While preparing for college I already knew what I was going into. Coe College is roughly the same size as my high school in my hometown. To be honest, I had a grand plan to do well in college. By my senior year I would like to say I was very accomplished; In four years I became a model student and I was in leadership positions and became voted homecoming queen.
Shadows of doubt, chains of restriction and the light as it deems at dusk are around us each and every day; the mind and soul without hope, love and promise can easily be enslaved to a life of routine. Each student regardless of race, creed or religious belief can attain the desired goals with the proper set skills provided by many colleges throughout our land. With great care and thought I chose Concordia College for the simple facts that the school itself resembled my High School - small, warm and waiting with open arms to aid in the process of education. At my initial visit and on my way home I told my parents “Concordia is like St. Peters only I get to sleep there. “ With each passing day I become more comfortable with my surroundings and
I can contribute my hard work to the Honors College community. I think that I am hardworking and I love to work with others to help solve problems because two heads are always better than one. I would contribute my ideas to the lessons and help others when they need it. I love to be able to work with other people outside my comfort zone and be able to hear their ideas and combine ideas to come up with something that will benefit everyone in the community.
Once the class kicked off I hit a couple of bumps in the road. Then the class got much more difficult. Starting second semester I hit a wall and seemingly tanked every assignment in the class. At the time my confidence was shot.
The day my world started crumbling down was the day my father called me “childish”. "you 're not ready for college at the age of seventeen and you will either take a gap year or go to a community college not far from home" he said. I know, a community college doesn 't sound bad except i am leaving the part where i have to stay home for another two years because my father dint plan for two more extra kids to go to college. I have lived with my dad for three years and i want to leave already. I need this scholarship because I want to spread my wings and fly, i want to make mistakes and learn from them.
I realized something about myself when I took my first college course. The summer of 2016 I began my first college course at the age of 15. I took college algebra online through South Dakota State University. Along with the course I had a packed summer schedule filled with camps and trips. These excursions included Farmers Union State Leadership camp, a mission trip with Lutheran Church of Our Redeemer, “Geology Rocks!”
I also realized that in college most classes give little to no homework and most of your grade is based on attendance, participation and tests. Long lectures were somewhat new to me but the vigorous note taking was what I fell short in. I took scarce notes that did not benefit me much when it came to studying for tests. I had classes that I were failing in the middle of the semester and being new to college I did not think to drop them. I ended up with 2 failing grades in my first year of college.