Personal Narrative: Moving Back To School At Montgomery College

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!

The infamous answer to the question, “What is your primary goal for going to school?” is “to further my education, get a job, and be successful” such a cliché if I must say myself. My goal attending school is to make my family happy, as well as myself. In high school, I did not apply myself like I should have done because I was not sure if college was in my favor. Also, being the child of a single parent wanting to attend college seemed impossible, especially far from home. In a family where no one has surpassed the first two years of college, I feel a spotlight is on me to not only finish, but also finish strong. I know how proud my family will be of my accomplishment and how rewarding it will be for me trying to obtain a decent job in the

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. With neither of my parents having attended

When my older sister went off to college, I had never seen a more driven, mature and intelligent 18 year old look so terrified and reluctant to leave her home just a few states away. Caroline had spent the majority of her high school years stressed, angry and tired, holed up in her single room acing more APs than I can count with two hands. My sister knew from the time she could read that success meant getting into an Ivy, even if the price was throwing away all human contact or not.

Returning to college has been an exciting and terrifying decision for me. My husband has

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?” “What do you want to do?” I didn’t have the answers to those questions, I thought about it a lot, but I Just didn’t have the answers. Now being 20 years old at my third community college, I finally have the answers to those questions. Why am I at my third community college? Simple I didn’t know what I wanted to do, but I had to go to college, I didn’t have a choice

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.

My most significant endeavor since attending community college would be helping my community to receive an Adult Daycare. Thought this endeavorer I have applied my knowledge that I have learned about the disease to educate others in my community who may not have to know the impact of it. I have also used and sought the aid of my relationship that I have built by being at my community college. This Adult Daycare service or Coltrane LIFE center is something that I am passionate about having in my hometown. My grandpa has Alzheimer's and I have seen the stress that tolls on the family and caregiver. To have an Adult Daycare in my area would ensure a safe and calming environment for elderly patients. Also, provide help and relaxing time for the

Coming back from summer vacation is difficult, but coming back and having to start in a totally new environment makes it even harder. I remember coming back and being confuzed. Not just academically, but also socially. I would wonder how I would fit in with my new peers, and if I would start falling behind in my classes. Lucky for you, I have some advice for you, so you can do your absolute best in Jr. High, whether it’s academically, socially, or anything about personal responsibility, I’ve got you covered.

I came back to College Station on January 2nd of this year so that I could meet with counselors and advisors in other majors and have an actionable plan in place before submitting this appeal. I didn’t want just any major that would accept me; I wanted something that I could possibly enjoy. I have met with Ashlea Schroeder, the Senior Academic Advisor for Agricultural Systems Management. The reason I chose MMET was because of the hands-on approach to Engineering. AGSM is not hands-on in the same manner as MMET, however it does have a focus on processing. One attribute is that it can lead to a blue-collar or white-collar career. A concern to both of us is the amount of hours I will need to complete the degree plan. I have close to 40 credit

The summer of 2014 was probably one of the toughest time for me and my family. My older sister, Tatiana, had just graduated high school. She had decided to attend Salisbury University, and wanted to join the Army Reserves. These plans were the complete opposites of what my mother wanted her to do. My mother wanted her to go to Montgomery College, not go into the Army, and keep her in her nest. She was probably petrified of the idea that one of children would not be living with her. Growing up we had never been separated from my mother for more than a couple of days, we never even went to a summer camp, so the aspect that she would be gone for months did not please her at all. My sister and my mother argued for weeks, and I was always there awkwardly witnessing them bicker. No matter how much my mother told her she should not go to

I had to change school because we moved to another place. It was the Institut Notre-Dame de Bonne Esperance in Braine-Le-Comte, Belgium. I stayed there until my high school graduation, therefore I had a lot of ‘first time’ there. For example, first time I took the bus to go to school alone –that’s a much bigger step than it sounds!-. I never got tired of that school because I had always been well accompanied, my friends remained the same ones for ten years. Speaking of friends, I only had –and still have- a few. Quality over quantity. For some obscure reasons, my relatives always pictured me as being popular, which was/is not the case at all. Honestly, I get easily bored by people

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. Bumping into people while looking down and asking multiple people for direction even though I was shy. Giving five minutes after each class to get to the other, walking into a classroom on my first day people staring and observing. Moving to a different town is not about the new house, it is about adapting to a new environment.

Everybody must be growth,your body shape,abalitiy to think, eand emotional , with just five years we can feel the process the road to maturity.

I check my watch as I race to catch my first ever Austin Metro bus home. My