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When asked to recall the most traumatizing experience I ever had, I would say being a transfer student without hesitation. I had the “honor” of being a transfer student not once but twice throughout my academic journey, both proving to be awkward and nerve-wracking episodes, but definitely without which I would not be who I am today.
The first time was during elementary school, when I transferred to a new school after my parents decided to send me overseas. I entered my new class not only in the middle of the year but also in the middle of the second term. Mustering all the courage I had, I introduced myself with what little voice I could manage, all the while staring intently at the ceiling.
Naturally, making friends in the new environment
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It only snowballed from there as
I began to converse more with my classmates. To top it off, our play received critical acclaim in the national competition and I was also singled out for being an excellent lead role. This was unimaginable to say the least since little over a year ago, even talking with classmates proved to be a stressful task. And thus, my first experience with being a transfer student ended on a high note with graduation from elementary school.
Ninth grade in middle school brought about a class shuffle due to different subject combination and with it my second ‘transfer student’ experience. A late subject selection due to administrative issues caused me to switch class after a week following the start of new school year. Being hurled into a new surrounding abruptly again, I was once more feeling nauseous and left out since various circles had already formed within the short span of a week. The fear I only knew too well crawled back to haunt me again. The saving grace this time originated from two classmates I had known since the start of middle school.
Welcoming me to the new class, we became inseparable since. Together, we formed a project group team and with help of our science teacher, embarked
At first nobody wanted to speak we were all kind of shy being around new
Through the experience of working as youth leader for freshman connection I have grown as a better leader. To help incoming freshman was incredible experience for me. I joined freshman connection to serve school and defiantly to get knowledge and team building skills out of it, so that it can help me make my college experience better. I think I have achieved all the goals that I wanted to through working as youth leader. Additionally, not only that but also to work on community service project on bullying has really allowed me to serve as teacher helper.
Little did I know that I’d be an one semester transfer student. Although the move was during the most important part of the year, my psyche was striving for change and challenges. This situation was survival of the fittest; I had to adapt quickly to Texas and test my boundaries. In Chicago, I was part of FMP ( freshmen Mentor Program) and to get into this program, one must be approachable, Although I was originally outgoing, I had to exceed my pre-determined
This year I have spent time with people in places that I never would have imagined myself to be freshman year. I’ve been in the stressful, sweaty changing rooms of the show choir competitions; the talkative, talent-filled stage at the Grand Opera House; and I’m quite familiar with the quiet, reverence of the Wahlert chapel. I’ve screamed my lungs out in the stands of Colbert-Delany, laughed my butt off in cafeteria conversations with my friends, and I’ve cried during late night conversations with unexpected friends in the Wahlert parking
At 5:45 AM the alarm on my phone blared some generic default tone that I had never gotten around to changing. This was probably the earliest I’ve ever gotten up in my entire life. I groggily removed myself from the pile of blankets on the floor that I had been sleeping in and headed for the shower, brushed my teeth, washed my face and searched my near empty closet for something to wear on my first day of school. Although I was absolutely exhausted and there was yet to be any furniture in my room, I was thrilled to be transferring to Pattonville High School in midst of my junior year and living in a bigger house in a better community.
After a pause of almost 25 years, I am returning to the college classroom and to say that there are mixed emotions would be an understatement. Sure, I’m excited to start but also a bit fearful if I’m being honest. I’ve worked for large and international companies during this time but getting back to college has always been a goal of mine. No time like the present I guess!
Deciding to attend Texas A&M University was both a hardship and immense, opportunity in my life. Coming from a close knit background, and possessing a very family oriented character, my decision to come to this incredible institution was one out of my comfort zone. If I was to be asked one year ago, If I could ever see myself standing on this marvelous campus, attending one of the top schools in the nation, I would have honestly responded, no. My counselors would have said no, my friends, my college advisor, my family. The answer would not have been yes, not because I wasn 't capable of meeting the standards to attend, but because there seemed more obstacles in my way than there was forces pushing me forward.
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?”
Something such as returning back to school was long gone and in my past goals. After a couple of years I never thought I would end up going back to school since everything that I wanted was going good and according to plan. However sometimes we are faced with tough situations where we must find other resources in order to improve and better ourselves. Going back to school was one of the most important and wise decisions that I have ever made. Finding well-qualified candidates for a job or career nowadays is a challenge, especially in the field that I am currently in; law enforcement.
August 14th, the day when it really hit me that I would be moving into college in one week. Up until that point I was really really excited! Although I was still excited the nerves started to kick in, I felt that I was not prepared to start a whole new chapter of my life and that there was still so many things that I needed to do, so honestly I started to panic a little bit, but that is just between me and you, no one else knew that I was stressing so bad. The Monday before move in day comes and now I realize that I seriously need to start getting ready, so finally I start packing everything in my room to make sure that I do not forget anything, but at the same time I have no clue what to pack seeing as this is my first time ever packing for college. The day finally gets here, move in day, all at the same time I am nervous, excited, sad and happy.
With senior year of high school coming to a close, comes an overwhelming amount of stress about moving away to college. At the beginning of this school year, I was eager to leave and excited to go away, but I came to a realization that leaving home alarms me. At this point in time, I began to notice just how much my parents do for me and just ruminating about everything I would have to do on my own now, makes me nervous. School has never been an issue for me but what my friends say about college, makes it even more petrified to go. Being constantly asked questions like, “how do you always get your work done?” or “how do you have such good time management?” reassures me that I will do fine in college.
Have you ever felt uncomfortable, nervous, and confused ? These are all the things I felt moving to a new school. I had no idea if I would gain friends or if anyone would like me. Maybe if I had a tour around the new school before my first day I would have not been so disorientated. Going from a one story school to a two story school was hard, having to look down every five seconds to make sure I was on the right hall, or if I was suppose to be upstairs or downstairs.
I check my watch as I race to catch my first ever Austin Metro bus home. My metro bus ride to school in the morning proved disastrous. Taking the southbound rather than the northbound bus had left me confused while waiting for the return bus and embarrassed while explaining the reason for my late arrival to school. It 's 4:33. Oh man.
I’ll never forget how I felt the first time I walked into Prairie Ridge High School. I was surrounded by approximately sixteen hundred other students and I knew exactly none of them. I had never been that alone before and when I walked through the cafeteria doors, I felt the first seed of doubt that maybe I should have stayed in Union, with my mom. At that moment, I wanted to turn around and run out of Prairie Ridge, hop in the car, and drive the four hundred miles back to my friends, my teammates, and the majority of my family. Instead, I took a deep breath and sat down.
I realized I wasn’t a good student my behavior inside the classroom was horrible but I could recognize I had a really good connection with my teachers even though I was super noisy in class and always laughing basically I was like a clown, until today I still talk to them as my second parents. Memorable moments in my life that I consider the scariest days and at the same time moments to celebrate was my last year in High School. De La Salle Panama is known for a lot of people as a really hard school to graduate and the hardest year is grade 12 (2014: my last year in High School). Remember moments when I was studying and I took me the whole night to study for my several