Personal Narrative: What I Learned In College

I was a good student during my time in elementary, middle, and high school. My grades were A’s, B’s, and a C every now and then. I really did not struggle in grade school with work. My mother was a single parent and did not play around with me about school. She stayed on top of me about making good grades. When I finished high school, my mother was proud of me for graduating without making some of the mistakes she made. When I started college, I was all on my own when it came to making sure I was making good. I would not say that my mother did not care about my education. She just eased up on me so that I can make my own choices. I believe this is where my learning in college begins. College was so hard for me because, I did not feel smart. I hated to go to class and sit around the other students, I thought was understanding everything the professor would say the first time because no one ever asked questions. I can relate to David’s situation because I knew what my problem was but I kept it to myself and would not ask for help or dare to raise my hand to ask a question. I

I worried that my fellow classmate could see my struggling with learning the information. Spelling and pronouncing words was my biggest problem in college. Unlike Eddie, I did not go out and become a bad person or make bad choices that put me in jail. My grades and GPA suffer because it would take me forever to write notes and comprehend what the professor was saying at the same time. I was a shame to ask for help from the tutors that worked with me at a program design to help students to be successful. My pride would not let me ask for help. I did not want my peers to think I was stupid. I had all the resources right in front of me but I would reach out for the help. After sometime I begin to skip class, go to class but leave early, and then I started dropping the