Essay on First Semester in Bryant College

During my high school career I was able to make lots of friendships, but had few close friendships. I was unable to have a large amount of girlfriends, because I did not feel a good connection with them. Instead, I hung out with a group of guys and had two girlfriends who had similar life stories. When I was sixteen I started working and that was something I enjoyed doing to make money. Once high school was over I felt like I had so much to look forward to. When college came around I didn’t see the same people every day and had to make new friends here at Anderson. This was challenging for me, because the dorms are full of females which was something that I have not been used to.

In the summer, I attended a guidance class at Chaffey College. I thought that community college was for people who drop out of high school and not take life seriously, but I got that idea from teachers who went straight to universities after high school. When I attended Chaffey, I was surprised to be in a diverse culture. The people that I have met were so different and the professors were very helpful than I expected. Suffering through the midst of exclusion taught me that there are so many options I can choose from in the future. Being a survivor from the destructive side effects of mind control was shocking enough. Fortunately, I recovered from the operation that poisoned every inch of my mind. I was glad that I attended Chaffey because

I wasn’t born into a wealthy family where things were handed to me on a silver platter. I had to learn at a young age that I was going to have to do a lot of things in life myself if I wanted to become successful. I feel like after my mom passed away I lost track of that and started doing reckless things, such as smoking marijuana, smoking cigars, and selling drugs. I even quit playing football because my habits were interfering with my mind and I couldn’t do anything. It also made it to where my family was even beginning to turn their backs on me because I wouldn’t listen to anything they were telling me. It was basically sending me in a downwards spiral. Instead of making my life better I was hurting myself and my family. My so-called

I had never enjoyed school much through the years, and it’s not because of the learning, that’s what I loved about it. I just found myself to loathe the social end of it, as I had went through troubles with that. I had eventually had to seclude myself from most people. But as I came to college, expecting the worse in result getting the best. It has been an experience so far and can clearly see a difference, my attitude towards everything has changed. Before it had felt like I had no friends, but now I feel like I definitely do. High school felt like it was very close-knit, everyone was in everyone's business; it was a little community of its own within a small or medium sized building. At a college community there is just too much going on and it’s not all about what Sally did or what George did, or what they did together. There may be things said and all among somewhere in there, but it honestly does not even matter. Perhaps I am not quite hitting it on the nose of what’s the difference but the feeling is a whole new one and it’s the best kind of change I can find. Although there are still some that stir up the drama that is high school and trivial that could be avoided. Everyone wants to stray away from. The whole experience though, has made me think that maybe life isn’t just like high school despite what the popular saying is, ‘you never get

To my astonishment, my new friends welcomed me with open arms, for the first time in my life I felt this was the place where I belonged. The group thrived on each other's willingness to succeed. We competed with each other, motivated each other and helped each other. Fast forward to graduation I was ranked in the top 15 of the class, graduating with honors, and looking forward to attending a college that gave me an academic scholarship. As I entered my first day of classes, my mind was excited to absorb the new information I was about to learn and be with individuals who wanted to accomplish as much as I did. However, my dreams were crushed as quickly as they started. In the following months, I began to realize that students were not focused on taking advantages of these opportunities. I shrugged it off thinking to myself it was their fault. The feeling of a fish out of the water slowly crept back in; it seemed I was the only one that didn't find drinking excessively till emergency services stepped in as fun. I tried to find a group of like-minded students, but most did not want to put in the work for a long term

On August 24th, I began a new chapter of my life. This was the first day of classes for the fall semester, which meant that I was officially a college student. For almost all of my classes, I had a fellow baseball player or two which helped out because I would have someone to converse with. After the first week of classes, I thought that my classes would be a breeze, but eventually that would come to change. The assignments began to become

During my first year at Pacific Lutheran University, I didn 't know who I wanted to be or what I wanted to do as a career. I am an individual who has little experience of the working world. Being a sophomore student, living at home with my parents and never have had a job, this may have contributed to my lack of awareness of the amount of skills that I will need for my career and not knowing what I like or dislike in a work place. After several months of contemplating back and forth and talking to many individuals, I decided I wanted a career in accounting. A career in accounting fits who I am as a person being math oriented, problem solver, and extremely organized.

Today marks 3 years of living in Cheyenne, 3 amazing years filled with incredible memories, many tears and unforgettable friendships. Usually around this time I would normally move to another state or even a different country, however this time it’s different I’m able to stay in the same vicinity. I have always been that person that use to dread socializing. When I moved to Cheyenne I was determined to not make the same mistake I have seem to make before in the past with a new location and new school. I physically put myself out there and forced myself to socialize, which was painfully hard at first, but totally worth it. I ended up participating in the Central Womens’ Soccer Program for the whole 3 years of my time at Central, and in that

Over the course of the year, I have opened up to so many new people. I decided to open up and invite a bunch of girls over to my house one night to have a girls night and watch movies. These girls and I now have been best friends ever since that night. This experience taught me that opening up and stepping out of my comfort zone was all I needed to enjoy my senior year. Of course I had a few friends before all of this, but now I believe I have found my true, forever friendships. Now I don’t have to worry about feeling alone in an emotional situation, because I will always have a group of people to go to during my hard

At the beginning of the semester, I was extremely afraid and shy because of the adjustment that I was going through as a person moving from New York to Indiana and going to college here. As the semester progressed I began to feel

During this past year, in the fall I transferred to Oklahoma State University from Rose State College. I was not sure how this transition would work out, but in the end, the transition went very smoothly. During my first semester at OSU, my schedule worked out where I would only have classes Tues-Thurs, which I enjoyed because I had extra time to work on homework on Mondays and Fridays. During my second semester, I had classes every day of the week, which was not favorable but that was the only option that worked with my schedule.

Students who graduate early has an unlikely chance to survive in the real world, Reality well hit them in the face and they won’t have the opportunity to rise up and make a difference in their self if the graduate early.

"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

August 29th, 2016. That was my first day of school at College of Southern Nevada. It has been about 10 years since last time I took a class at a local community college in Cerritos, California and I couldn’t get over the overwhelming feeling of being back in school. After all these years I am finally able to pursue my educational goal so I can achieve my dream. Looking back, I never thought I was able to actually start school and restart my education. There were life experiences that made it hard for me to be able to dream about going to school and find something meaningful to do with my life. After going through all the hardship in my life I want to say that no matter what type of situations anyone is given, never give up on the journey to achieve dreams. Many people deal with hardships in their life and I’m definitely not claiming that I’m special but I want to be able to connect with some readers that might be going through similar hardships in life as myself. I’ll be ecstatic if I’m able to make a positive change to even one person’s life after reading through my descriptive story.

When I first enrolled in this course I thought it would be a good chance for me to meet new people with an interest in ballet, but I never thought that it would have a larger impact on myself. For instance, I did not believe that I would relate the world of ballet to my economics and statistic class that I am currently enrolled in as well, but that is exactly what I began to do. During these past 15 weeks I have learn much about myself, life, and ballet. The class is not what I ever imagined; however I would not change a thing about the class overall. Ballet like everything else has a rich history that although it does not seem important, or appear interesting is key to having an understanding of where it