My Experience With College And Earning A Degree

Growing up, school was not a major factor in my life. I come from a hard-working, middle-class military family. My mother, a Filipino immigrant, was a homemaker. My father was a 21-year United States Marine veteran. They were my first impression of what I thought my future would be. Being the youngest of four children, I was expected to fall in line behind my siblings when it came to education. I was never pushed to excel in my studies, so I did just enough to get by. As I watched friends escape the grasp of a military town and ascend to their respective colleges, I was left wondering what was next for me. I attended my local community college for a brief period of time. I treated college no different than high school. I

Througout my academic career, I have learned as much about myself as I have learned in school, whether it be from high school, to community college, and my journey that lead me to Arizona State University. I can honestly say as my parents did, that I wish I would’ve tried harder in high school. I scraped by taking the easiest classes possible and choosing to take the easy way out. Looking at my transcript makes me cringe, because I know that I am capable of so much more. I wish that I would’ve taken the honor classes and tried so that I would’ve been able to apply to a college other than a community college. My time at Mohave Community College was a significant improvement from my experience in high school. Not only did I graduate with near honors (3.49), I had made the Dean’s list and Honors List for three out of my four semesters, the first time this had happened since middle school. I had never felt more motivated and focused in my life. I was taking 16 credits and prospering and had a balance of work, school, and a social life. I had never felt more proud of my self in my life. As I sit here and write this paper, I question my time here at ASU as I try to plan the nex chapter of my life. I wonder where I am supposed to go and what I am supposed to do.School for the first time had become a priority, however, it began to consume my life. I would spend hours and hours on end doing homework and studying, and although there seems to be nothing wrong with this, I wouldn’t go

Collecting my belongings and putting them into my bag, I felt exhausted. I had tried my hardest but I didn’t know if my hardest was good enough for the college qualifications. Getting into college was one of the most important things to me. I dreamed all my life of getting accepted into a great college, and increasing my education to become something I love. I always strived for success in school, and I was always being complimented for my work of ethic. I believe that college is my path to a great

It has been a long and hard road toward obtaining my higher learning credentials. Immediately after high school I attended college, falling short academically in my first several years of college led me to be to believe that I wasn’t smart enough to attend college. At the base of my soul, I knew I was college material, I just needed the right tools to exert that drive and ambition. On and off again routine of my educational pursuit led me to the disgust of own myself. At the age of 31, I reach my breaking point, thinking I will never graduate with my bachelor’s degree. Most people pursue higher learning to increase their earning potential but at that point in my life, I reached my financial goal. A coworker told me about the University of

In August of 2015, I started the next chapter of my life at Rogers State University in Claremore, Oklahoma. I heard numerous personal testimonies of what college is like and how I will have loads of homework. From these stories and personal testimonies, I decided that college was going to be extremely scary and brutally difficult. As my senior year in high school began, I had no plans of where I was going to go to college and how I was going to pay for it either. As my senior year went along, everything concerning my future plans at college played out the right way. I was accepted into the Honors Program at Rogers State University and the program paid for my education. Reflecting back on the thoughts I had about the college experience

As the moment of applying to colleges arrived during senior year of high school, I felt more than ready. I had an entire educational plan laid out, and I was prepared to submerge myself into whatever the world had to offer, I just needed the doors of a university to open for me and my dreams. However, once acceptance letters

Everybody in high school looked forward to graduation day. I looked at graduation myself, and decided what college to attend is a difficult situation. At first I didn’t know how I am going to get there, and I knew nothing going stand in the way to get my high school diploma. When I graduated from high school, I started as a freshman at the University of New Orleans. When I was at the University of New Orleans, I was a good standard student; however, my math grade wasn’t that great. Whenever when I was a senior in high school, without the need to study I maintain my grade with a perfect 3.6 grade point average. When I looked at my midterm overall average for the fall semester, my grade point average was a 2.5. I knew I could have done better,

Not only because of my grades but because I saw how other students were succeeding around me and I wanted that too. But because of my ignorance I hadn’t gotten into my dream school with my intended major. However, this did not stop me from continuing my pursuit at being accepted to one of my favored colleges and getting into nursing school. I was still battling balancing my priorities with wanting to have fun at the same time. But soon enough I was accepted to William Paterson University. With this new found peek of happiness I took it as a sign that I could relax. Little did I know that being accepted only applies more pressure for my success. For colleges look at your final grades to check for any slip ups such as these. Which can ultimately alter your life when you thought you had it all in the

I am not a good story teller or future New York Times Bestseller worthy author. I am not a nuclear engineer major with a 4.0, amazing extracurriculars and a BMW in the garage. I am also not the girl who got admitted into Stanford for writing about destroying Costo (I wish I was). Being a first generation college student, I have learned the importance of earning a college education. I have learned it from my parents, from middle school on to high school. I had to see my parents struggle to keep a roof over my head and food on the plate. Like most young people, they also had dreams of going to college but those dreams were taken away from them.

“I wasn’t accepted?” I wondered out aloud as I opened the letter from my dream school. I thought I had everything I needed to reach the goal that I had set years ago. As I normally do, I began overthinking the situation and immediately had many questions. “Will a different college accept me?”, “Did I not accomplish enough in high school?”, “Were my SAT scores not high enough for their standards?” Everything felt open ended and clearly there was no one to get the answers from. The feeling of frustration grew quickly as I tried to figure out where or what went wrong. I began questioning everything. I know that I worked just as hard as everyone else, but the results were short of my goal. One question was at the top of my mind, should top

Living alone, away from home is a challenge millions of students have to undergo each year across the globe. It is like starting kindergarten again. You are entering a new place, with new people, starting a new phase of your life. After being separated form your parents, some may cry, others will run with joy at the taste of independence. However, as hard as it may be for some to admit it, they will miss their family and previous way of living. This is why finding the right college is so important to students. They have to feel comfortable in the new environment.

From as early on as I can remember, I was not an enormous fan of school. I’d much rather spend my free time goofing around with my friends as opposed to studying for quizzes or doing my homework. Throughout high school, I would say my grades were mediocre at best. I was not even planning on attending college; I was planning on going to a trade school to become a mechanic. It wasn’t until I experienced higher education firsthand and had a few talks with my parents when I realized that, to have the greatest possible quality of life, one has to attend college.

When I graduated from high school I was unable to see the path to a successful college career existed for me. Like my classmates, I obtained college acceptance letters. Unlike my classmates, I lacked the support that many of them took for granted. I could not look forward to my favorite childhood meal prepared for me upon my return for winter break. I would not have an old bedroom to come back to for the summer.

Every high school student has one major fear, and that is not getting into the college of their dreams. However, that does not stop them from applying to every college out there. Senior year was upon me, and the time finally came to start applying to different colleges. It was always hard because everything about my high school experience was perfect: my grades, community service, extra-curricular activities, clubs, and everything else a teenager could dream of, except my college acceptance test score. Although it was not the score that I was hoping for, I always told myself that it was no big deal, but I was just trying to make my situation better. After sending all of the applications to the colleges of my dreams, it was time to make the most of my life before my hopes got shattered in the blink of an eye.

I’m not reluctant to admit that I wasn't always the most intelligent person in my class, but when I graduated high school in the year 2016, I knew I desired to further pursue my education. The fall of that year I enrolled in school at Riverside Community College. I trudged onto the school campus with a general idea of what it would be like. Shortly after I noticed there was such a large amount of pressure in the courses that I became discouraged. The professor I had in a Communications class conveyed a motivational speech that altered the way I perceived college. There was no concealing the fact that college wasn't simple to swathe my head around, but as I was introduced to the courage I needed to succeed in my studies, I ascended to tremendous elevations.