I attended college right after college because I wanted to add to what I’ve already learned in high school. Also I knew what I wanted to do and be in life. The things that was taught in high school was still be fresh to me. I was one of the fortune students who qualified for TOPS and federal grants to pay for my pricy tuition. I think if I would have had to pay out of pocket for tuition, I would have been one of those who would have set out for a while before attending.
At first I started off taking 1 or 2 classes per semester, but outside interference had me gradually upping the classes. Between work, a lack of motivation due to not having any idea of what I wanted out of life carved out, and pressure from family, I found myself not prepared for these classes. This is what you will see as you look up and down my transcript and see W's and WF's. You will see the unachieved goals, the times I thought I was an angel, the times I dreamt of being perfect. At the time of writing this paper I am 23 years old.
She took the course not knowing the tedious work that was yet to come. Four Statistic classes were required to get her PHD. LeeAnn gradually started to do poorly during her first semester Statistics class and eventually was failing. However, LeeAnn’s master advisor told her that if she failed the Statistics class that she would not get her PHD, so she powered through and turned her ‘F’s’ into A’s.
After I am able to drive, I decided to go back to school to get a degree. I surprised they let me take ESL test when I came to school. I heard from my husband there just have placement test, and I thought English could not improve in a short period, so I decided focus study math. Without surprised, even I felt the ESL test not hard, but I still failed. I felt upset, blamed my husband, and complained school did not give me chance retest in a long time.
While I had a certain syllabus, I had been put in near full control of my school, and all I had to do was show my completed work. Being independent, began to teach how to schedule my time correctly as I would soon learn is a necessity in dual credit college courses. Flexibility also became a good asset when I started working at a nearby Christian Camp. My boss loves that I could work nearly anytime because I had such an accommodating schedule. Even moving twelve hours across the state of Texas was not consequential as far as school was concerned, I already had everything I needed to finish what was started and there was no delay in learning.
When My mom decided to move to USA from Pakistan because my dad business was here. I was really sad I didn't want to leave my country because all my friends was there and I was also scared that I would not be able to adjust and adapt to American culture. When I first came here everything felt so different the food, the language, the way people dressed, etc. So when I started going to school here and it was my first day I felt like I did not belong here because I could not speak the language and I thought I would never be able to learn English. So when I came back home from school, I told my mom I really wanted to go back to Pakistan because I feel like I did not belong here.
I said to myself, “I was wrong about the USA people.” After all, I got home and rest for two days. I was very afraid to go out not because I don’t like to go out. I do like to go out but I was afraid that people will … at me because I did not know how to speak English. Then I stated my high school in 2009. On the first day I was so scared to go to school.
Discrimination may have played a part as the other student and I are both not white and the highest achievers in that class. Previously, she had taken several discrete steps to undermine my grades before this whole debacle. My parents believe that this happened because the teacher’s stepdaughter was at the same conference and did not place despite this being her third year competing, yet I placed my second year. This is not the first time I have had complications with this particular teacher either. The last time an issue arose, my parents had a meeting with just her and that meeting ended with her insulting my English comprehension as it is common knowledge at school that the language I speak at home is Malayalam, not English.
Around June 2009 when I finished High School, I had no clue as to what I wanted to pursue next in my life. College was something that I never even thought about doing. In school, I would do what I had to do to get by, and that was it. Teachers liked me because I’m a friendly guy (and not to mention I had 5 other siblings attend the same school). After graduation I decided it was time for me to start doing something productive with my life, so I decided to get a job at a Dollar Tree.
I have had a very difficult time adjusting to college because I knew how to take advice about asking for help and not actually asking for help when I needed it. During my freshman year, this was a great problem and this resulted in me ending the year with a low GPA and losing my scholarship. The wake-up call came when my strong mother broke down after I told her I had lost my scholarship and that she had to pay out of pocket for me to attend an expensive institution. Although I could have dropped out and attended the community college near my home, my mother reminded me that this was my one and only shot at a college education. For the next two semesters, I worked hard and brought my GPA above a 3.0 which helped me regain my scholarship.
My first year at Brookdale I joined the ALP program because I didn’t get a good grade on the Accuplacer. I decided to join this program so I wouldn’t have to take a English course next semester and be so behind. I joined Brookdale because I didn’t know what I wanted to do as a major and also didn’t know what four year college to go to. I didnt think Brookdale was going to all that great so I didn’t really want to go, but it was the best decision I made. Going to Brookdale was a good choice for me.
They started to go to the process when I was in middle school and we were all hopeful that they would be get them. We never thought about what would happen if they didn’t get them or us having to move. That changed when they received a paper that said they had 30 days to leave the country. That day was one of the worst I had gone through lots of thoughts were running through my head like how I was going to leave my family I had here, friends, and how I would be going to a new country. That day my
In May two-thousand fifteen i completed my seventh grade year at my new school Watkins Memorial Middle school, it was my first time ever moving schools . Before i came to Watkins Memorial Middle school i went to Hamilton Township . I went there my whole life until i moved , i went to Hamilton Elementary for four years from kindergarten through third grade , then i went to Hamilton Intermediate School for three years from fourth grade through sixth grade . After sixth grade over summer break my mom enrolled me into the Southwest Licking School District at Watkins Memorial Middle School . I was nervous to move schools for the first time because i was worried about not being able to make any friends and also not liking the school .
When I received my acceptance letter from the School of Social Work, I was excited and had prepared myself for this higher learner program. I did not know what to expect, but I was determined to finish this program. I had made a choice to prioritize my life, so that my studies would not be affected and it was an effective measurement for me. There were days that giving up seemed easier, but my will and determination would not allow me to quit. In fact, I had surprised myself by achieving and maintaining a 3.0 GPA and currently two classes away from a minor in Sociology.