College Narrative

During my time at Union County College I have been faced with a lot of difficulties. I’ve struggled along the way but one thing I do believe is that I have the power to do better. My GPA has been affected by my personal mistakes. In my past semesters I have let my job take over my life rather than let school be most important. I have also let my personal family problems affect my work ethic. But through my fall 2014, it was most difficult because of March 2014 I lost my father through an unexpected heart attack. Throughout my fall semester I did struggle and cope with my father not being here anymore. I believed that I wasn’t focused enough because I used fall semester as a time to occupy myself rather that time out to deal with my father’s

Growing up as a first-generation college-bound Hispanic woman has proven to be a difficult journey. Both of my parents left their home countries at a young age and came to this country without any ideas or real opportunities on where to begin. At a young age, I have been taught that having a higher education is the key to having a successful and plentiful life. However, the journey towards achieving my dream of receiving a higher education has been filled with moments where I have challenged the stereotypes about getting pregnant and dropping out of high school, facing my grandma’s unexpected illness that affected me both academically and mentally, and the challenge of being a first generation college bound student in my family.

Growing up, I knew what my race was but I never knew about my race. I attended a predominately white school throughout my entire life and the only thing that we learned about was slavery and a FEW of the inventions that were contributed by people of the same color. That brought up further questions and concerns about my ancestors and where my people originated from. There was so much racial tension at my high school and I just wanted to get away to a place where I could learn more about myself, my academics, and my people. This is why i decided to attend an HBCU.

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I would be lying if I said Rock Valley College was my first choice when it came down to choosing a place to continue my studies. Then again, like many others students, I didn’t have a

1. What experience do you like talking about the most? What has been the most interesting, intriguing, and exciting part of your life- why, and what did you learn from it?

Looking back at my life to where I am now. I can honestly admit if I did not come to Community College my life would have been different. Here at community college I have made the most out of my experience I not only saved a significant amount of money but, furthermore I have grown not only with myself but with my grades as well. I struggled with a numerous of things in high school. However here at college I actually took the time to listen and observe. I have made friends and individuals that I can honestly call my family. I have taken the initiative to progress in my chosen fields.

The clearing was quiet, it seemed lifeless. The Salinas River still flowed merrily near the hillside. The water was still warm from the afternoon sun, and still reflected a green hue. On one side of the river, the smooth foothill slopes still curved up to the strong and rocky Gabilan Mountains, and the other side was still lined with trees. The willows and sycamore branches still swung gently in the wind, and the leaves still created a green light within the space. It was totally calm and peaceful… but something was wrong. The air seemed heavier, and the sun seemed dimmer. No animals stirred, and everything seemed to be aware of a deep sadness. Nothing moved save for a small group of men standing around an unmoving figure.

Last year I took a few classes at Columbus State Community College. There were definitely some changes that I had to make so my life could still run smoothly. Some of the things that changed were my extracurricular activities. I had to swim less often than before because I had classes or homework that I needed to do. My study habits didn’t change very much, surprisingly. I still did my work sooner instead of later. I won’t say I always did it as soon as I could because while that would have been optimal it didn’t always work out. And I made sure I always got the work that was due first, done first. Also during the school year my classes at Columbus State were on Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday. In addition to those I still had all

Well for me writing is my weak point. Although it is my weak point I have still been learning and I am up for more opinions on how to better my writing skills. I can say that my writing skills have gone up some since I have been enrolled Bethel University. When I first started here I was terrified, especially when I found out that Bethel is a writing based college. I still get nervous and scared at the beginning of every class and I stay nervous till I see how I am doing in the class. There has been many teachers that have helped inspire me and those that have taught me to never give up no matter what. So the advice I would give to my boss or family is to never give up. We all face hard times and we all have things we are not so good at. It

Behind every work there is a story. Often, the story can better explain why a work looks the way it does than can any formal academic argument. The present work started as a Doctoral thesis. So here is its much abbreviated story.

I remember vividly about my life semester at Brooklyn College. it was immensely chilly day and unmelted snow called for more break. Everyone at the College seemed already exhausted aside from me. I blew my breath one my freezing hands and walked around the campus vigorously as if I was not freezing at all. My excitement was too high to feel cold weather, but somehow wished the warm would come, glad me and congrats on my very first semester in here!

The decision to go to Converse College was protracted. It took over a year to decide that this would be my home for four or more years. I chose Converse for a number of reasons; the music department, the music professors, the tuition, and the campus.

The morning of November 8 was bright and warm; uncharacteristic for a day in late fall. In the small town, blankets of fiery mulch covered the once dusty, well-trodden road that led to the plaza. A smattering of drab and dismal houses populated the area, and the now leafless claws of trees reached up from between them to the sky above: a thousand spindly fingers of nature’s servants extended to the heavens. A bell shattered the silence, and gradually the people of the town arose. A robin chirped in the bare treetops. An engine revved. The town came alive. Laughter bubbled out of homes and onto the streets as children emerged with sleep in their eyes and mussed hair. The boys were dressed in checked shirts and bow-ties; the girls in summer dresses.

Around the end of my sophomore year, I see myself narrowing down a career choice. After taking many different courses during previous years here at Bryant, I see that I finally figure out my purpose and I am confident with my specific decision. As this realization hits, I see myself getting into and working hard in graduate school in order to further my studies before entering the work force.