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.
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.
In my freshman year, I made a choice to relinquish some of my social life and replace that time giving back to my community. I joined a non-profit organization called the Volunteer Corp. We spent our time at food banks, park clean-ups, and even hosting local events. This experience left a lasting impression on me in many ways; however, one experience changed my perspective on life and serve as a constant reminder of how the smallest contribution to others can be the most powerful. St. Joseph University, in Philadelphia, held an event called Hand in Hand. It was an event dedicated to raising awareness for people with physical and/or developmental disabilities.
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.
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.
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
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?”
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.
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
When I originally came to Eckerd College, I was super excited and nervous about leaving home and coming to new area. Also, I was super nervous about not knowing my major. I was in between a couple of majors and couldn’t decide because everything interested me. I also was super nervous about not being able to make a 4 year plan once I did pick a major. But once I got here my peer mentors guided me and helped calm me down when I picked my first classes.
As a first time student attending Spokane Falls Community College, I honestly thought the only buildings and areas of campus involving my class schedule would be of importance. Little did I know that one room encountered would become my safe haven. I remember the first day stepping out onto the campus and seeing only a giant riddle waiting to be solved. Bountiful parking spaces, buildings, rooms, classes, and students bombarded me. Just after my first class, my mind overflew with information.
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.
At four years old, my mom and I moved to the Baldwin suburb from Queens. I have always had a fervor for trying new things. This move, opened doors to many new resources and opportunities. I was excited because I would live in a new home, make new friends, and have a different lifestyle.
