I was attending Carthage College for my sophomore year. I was doing well in my classes and I received good grades. However, something did not feel right. I was doing well in school, but I was not making a lot of friends. I was always in my room, doing homework every night even on weekends. Also, Carthage would not let me keep my major, Elementary Education unless I pass the Praxis Test. My family always asked me how school is going and I told them “It’s fine”. During J-term break, I suddenly realized the college is not right for me anymore. I always thought that college was about making friends and making lifelong memories. My sisters told me how exciting college is and how it is the best four years of your life! So where is mine? I was in …show more content…
I decided to transfer to another college to complete my last school years. I was so happy and relieved because this is what I want. I realized that I choose the first college to have the same experience as my sisters. I wanted to find a college for me and I can follow own my journey. Also, I failed the Praxis test by one point, which was also another factor. Honestly, the hardest part was telling my family because I felt that I let them down. Surprisingly, my mother knew something was not right and was happy. She cried when I told the times I was lonely in my room and no one to hang out with. Everyone was on board except for my dad. It took a long time for father to be on board. He thought I was happy but I told lied to him and the family for two years! I made my plan to transfer to another college. It was like being a senior in high school again, only this time I am really digging into the next one. After making college visits and phone calls, I decided to transfer to Loras College! I felt the Loras College will help me complete my last years and everyone is so friendly. Best of all, the education department accepted two test scores from the Praxis test, that I only need to do the writing part of their Iowa test! This was the best decision to my ethical
No matter what time zone I am in, my phone buzzes most frequently when I am asleep. Whether a missed call from a friend in Kenya, an email from a musical collaborator in Canada, or a LinkedIn message from a U.K. investor in my educational startup, I eagerly wake each morning to many new notifications. Growing up, I traveled extensively, living on three different continents. In fact, my passport looked like my coloring book. Learning five languages and adapting to foreign environments while maintaining my identity, has taught me to value different skills, including networking.
Because of this I grew in a much different way, and I now see that timing is everything. On July 12, I headed to Kilgore College filled with mixed emotions and thoughts because it
After high school I am hoping to attend Indiana University to major in Human Biology in pursuit of one day becoming a physician’s assistant. During my high school years I have put fourth much effort to succeed to the best of my ability. I have taken many courses throughout the years that have pushed me and allowed me to start shaping the career path that I plan to take. During the summer before my junior year I found out that my parents were getting a divorce. When I found out, the only thing I could think about was how my life was never going to be the same.
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.
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.
To begin, life has not been particularly easy for me. In fact, it has been lonely and challenging at times. On the contrary, it was not until I came to HHS that I started to develop a concrete vision for my future ahead of me. When my teacher, Mrs. White, told me that I got a 44 on my reading, and a 48 on my writing for my COMPASS tests, it made me so proud of myself. In all honesty, I am now excited to find a college that fits me.
If someone told me that I would be a dance major and study at The College at Brockport during my sophomore year of high school, I probably would have thought them to be crazy. Dancing was never meant to be in the picture and it was something that I stumble upon towards my final weeks as a sophomore. I had a choice to between tennis or taking a dance class to fulfill my P.E. requirements. I eventually chose dance and it create a new path for me. Unfortunately, I decided that I want to go into communication during my freshman year at El Paso Community 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.
Helping out my mother with the bills, working full time and commuting to college, seemed like the destined plan for me after high school. Nonetheless, it came as a shock to everyone when I confessed, I had accepted my admission to Texas A&M. My family took it the worst at first, as it seemed if I wanted to run away from the responsibilities that had suffocated me up to the minute I pressed
When I first graduated high school I thought I wanted to be a pilot to fly airplanes, so I signed up to attend classes at Kishwaukee College located in DeKalb. ECC helped me sing up for classes at an in district rate because Elgin could not offer the courses that I wanted to me. During the first semester I found out that I did not want to become a pilot anymore and that I would be happier if I changed and focused on computer science. The advisors helped me schedule classes back at ECC for computer science then next semester. During the last year and a half at ECC I have been able to start fulfilling my education goals by getting a good education and find out what I want to go to college for.
As long as I can remember, I knew that college was going to be part of my future. That is because I always knew what my family expected out of me. College is not only important to me for the reason of making my parents proud, but for making sure that I create more out of myself, as well. With a higher education, I will have more job opportunities available, potentially be able to earn higher income, and obtain more useful life skills than somebody who does not have a college education. To begin, having a college education under my belt is important to me because I will have more opportunities for a job, after I complete my four years.
Knowing how to sing is a blessing that may come naturally to some people, but to others it requires practice and effort to learn how to properly develop this gift. Having seen many live performances and having a dad who could sing was an inspiration for me to develop such a talent. Music has always been my passion, and I knew that singing would give me another exciting opportunity to enjoy the feeling performance creates. I did not have a natural voice from a young age so learning to sing was challenging and pushed me beyond my orchestral limits--emotionally and physically--but with the strong desire I had and the toil I was willing to endure when learning this art, I persevered to becoming a singer.
I decided that I would drop out of UCSB and return
Kayla and I were accepted again the next year, along with another friend of ours. My second year was more enjoyable than my first, as I discovered I enjoyed singing to almost an obsessive liking. The longing of becoming a plastic surgeon had gone away in the two years, as I realized I had bigger dreams that involved being on stage, performing at award shows, or making music in a studio. As I grew older, I found I had more potential. There was no sense of attraction to do a “normal job;” I did not want a normal life that would have me doing the same thing every day.
But the average score is a 20. My score on the other fell just below average at a 17. I was so hurt by the score because I felt so confident about the test; I figured I at least made above a 20 this time. Instead I waited two months and three weeks to find out I made a 17.