A Narrative Essay On A Trip To A Community College

I’m raised in an environment filled with negative stereotypes, high dropout rates, fewer resources, and low expectations. As a Mexican American from the San Fernando Valley, educational opportunities do not come often. In middle school it massed into my head that going to college is my way towards success. Soon it became the only option for me and as a result, I joined Project Grad to begin my journey towards college. They introduced me to the Chicano Youth Leadership Conference during my junior year. After applying and attending, the conference eliminated the label that Latinos are not college material. Subsequently, I grabbed as many opportunities as I could. In my junior my school did not put me in any AP classes. Therefore, I went to go

It was volleyball heading into freshman year that changed it all for me. I realized if I was going to pursue my dream of being the best libero, I had to work my butt off. It definitely wasn’t easy, I had bruises, scars, and was sore day after day that summer. I still was very frustrated because I knew I could get better but it just wasn’t in God's timing. When it came to freshman year volleyball tryouts I went in calm, because when I’m nervous I don’t play well. I heard from coaches “Great pass, Jamaica!” or “Nice job, Jamaica!” but then it came. The day where we found out what teams we got on. My dream was to make varsity, but that wasn’t the case this year. Will the JV coach pulled each of us into his office and he said to me “You will be the starting libero for JV and for

Everyone knows that there is always a risk to playing a sport. You put so much hard work and effort in to maybe make the team. From eighth grade to the end of the first semester of my junior year, all of my time was devoted to volleyball. Basically any free time I had I was at private lessons or a skills camp. I put so many hours into this sport that I forgot about other things in my life that are important. Up until the club season of my junior year, I have never been cut from a team and I felt confident that I would not ever because I have already made it that far, but all it takes is one bad night to throw all your hard work away. The night of club season tryouts for 2014 I simply could not focus and was overall out of it. I got cut and to say I was devastated is an

- Have you ever had an abortion or been told that you have anatomical structural abnormalities of the vagina, cervix, or uterus?

The doctor calls your house asking for you to come down to his office to talk. As you walk in, you feel your heart in your throat. As he sits the two of you down he begins, "There is a problem we need to discuss. We received your test results back." He continues by telling you that you 're having trouble conceiving because of a genetic abnormality you never even knew you had. Your mind races and your heart sinks. How is this possible? You never thought you would have to deal with not being able to have a baby one day. "There are several options you have to try and conceive without passing on the genetic abnormality…" the doctor continues to explain, but the one I would recommend first is Pre Implantation Genetic Diagnosis." You and your

“Okay, here we are” The man in the moving truck says as he hops out of the truck to help me unload. “Thanks for the ride.” I said shortly as he opened up the hatch and started unloading my furniture. “You a college girl?” he asked being a bit nosy, I replied simply with “ Yeah, it’s my first year,”. He looked at me and laughed, his voice echoing through the rural neighborhood. “Ain’t no colleges in Chandler.” I looked at him rather surprised as I said “Yes there is, the community college.” He looked at me with an almost worried look on his face. “Didn’t figure you would be going to a smaller college like that. My mistake.”

If you live in Mason City, you have probably been to the North Iowa Area Community College, also known as NIACC. Mason City has a very interesting history, with the Music Man, the Park Inn hotel, and of course NIACC and many other places. But NIACC itself also has some interesting things to know about it. For example, did you know that it began as Mason City Junior College, or MCJC, in 1918? There are many more things that I can tell you about, but I will be focusing on how NIACC was created, NIACC’s locations, enrollment, courses and classes throughout the years, and sports.

My junior year volleyball season started off with great excitement: I would be a member of the varsity team. Little did I know, my primary position would be on the bench. It would have been very easy for me to become discouraged, but I am no quitter. Therefore, I decided to continue my hard work and dedication throughout the season, regardless of playing time. I made a vow to use the season to become a better player, both mentally and athletically. I became a cheerleader from the sidelines. I rooted for every other girl who was on the court, because they were my best friends and teammates, and they deserved to be praised and encouraged. I did all of

This year, as a senior, I knew playing volleyball would come to an end. With the in mind, I knew my team and I had to leave a memorable mark with this year’s season. I strived for that “glorified” OVAC 2A title and a winning season. I worked hard in practice and in multiple games to make sure we got what we wanted. Unfortunately, my final year ended in a losing season and not making it to the OVAC playoffs. I was devastated and heartbroken. My team could not get along and work together when we faced tough teams. We fell to the challenge of being a team. Some of my teammates were selfish, some were quiet, and most tried to fix the problem, but could not. Through this hard time, I chose to focus on the positives. Frankl made me realize that dealing with this season was a part of life I could not change. I learned to make the best out of it. This quote will always relate to me as it makes me think of the sport I love. I made school history my freshman and junior year of high school by winning the OVAC title and playoffs. Also, being able to play a sport I loved for 6 years makes me smile. I have been a part of an organization that generations will come to know and remember. So, even though I could not make my senior year my best year, it made me cherish all the best memories I have of this sport. I will miss it more than I

Going to a private school with my brother, I wasn't prepared for the financial difficulties that would arise for my family and I. After getting accustomed to the my classes, professors, and curriculum my freshman year; I fell in love with Baylor. I didn't think my family would struggle to make ends meet. By my sophomore year, my parents got into an accident and hospital expenses would force both my brother and I to a community college. Due to the uniqueness of my major in Texas and my goal to graduate in four years, I was determined to finish at Baylor. I began working as much as I could to help relief some of the finances off of my parents. My summers went to balancing classes and working full-time to raise money for the upcoming school year.

Many moments from our youth may fade while other experiences remain vividly embedded in our memories. Perhaps because, like a cut to our skin, an open wound, it takes time to heal. At the start of my sophomore year I was cut from the high school volleyball team I worked so hard to be a part of. All my life I have trained to be the best athlete I could be. I joined volleyball at the age of seven with a goal of being on my high school volleyball team. During sophomore tryouts as the final minutes ticked by the coaches started to call individual people in their office one at a time for cuts and unfortunately I was called. The finality of the coach’s words, ‘you’re not on the team anymore’ filled the room as my world fell apart. The practices, the games, the knee pads, the uniform—was suddenly present but

My doctor explained that there wouldn’t be any way to know if the cyst was cancerous until she operated. This was another shock to me; I’d be going under the knife! That freaked me out! I had never needed surgery before so a variety of scenarios were zipping through my head. The only way the doctors could see if the cyst was cancerous was to get a sample which would happen during removal in surgery. My dad, unlike me, was keeping his composure pretty well. Without surprise, he immediately had questions.

"Tomorrow is the first day of what I will become." I wrote this in my diary the night before my first day of college. I was anxious as I imagined the stereotypical college room: intellectual students, in-depth discussions about neat stuff, and of course, a casual professor sporting the tweed jacket with leather elbows. I was also ill as I foresaw myself drowning in a murky pool of reading assignments and finals, hearing a deep, depressing voice ask "What can you do with your life?" Since then, I've settled comfortably into the college "scene" and have treated myself to the myth that I'll hear my calling someday, and that my future will introduce itself to me with a hardy handshake. I can't completely rid my

From airport, my parents took me directly to a hospital. The doctors diagnosed that I am suffering from a rare type of ovarian cyst, which caused the pain. The test results of Cancer Antigen 125 came as a big shock as the value was 194 against the normal value of 35. The doctors arranged for an immediate surgery, but they told that malignancy can be confirmed only with the biopsy

Leaving home to study at Caribbean union college gave me several positive and negative experiences I will never forget. I arrived in the Republic of Trinidad and Tobago on the 6th of September 2001.from there I had a long drive from the Piarco International airport to maracas valley, st. Joseph. On arrival, students from several parts of the world greeted me. It was from there on I had several experiences.