My First Day Of Class

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I woke up alarmed and breathing heavy. Fear coursed through my veins. Was it from the recurring nightmare I had for the past week or what was to come that day? I didn't know. Both seemed pretty bad to me and I wished neither of them would have to happen, but they did. That day I had my first day of school. I wouldn't mind if it would have been the year before, this year was different though. This past summer was the hardest thing I've done. I had to say goodbye to everything. My friends, my home, everything that ever made me happy. The only thing that I brought with me was my very precisely chosen wardrobe of cool toned shirts and expensive bottoms and my old and useless cat Luna. Our new house was on the edge of town, the richer side. But that didn't mean anything to me, neither did my dad’s new job. Nothing about this new start made me happy. I was perfectly fine in our old home, I had tons of friends and I was close with all the girls on my softball team. Everyone in the town knew me, and I knew everyone. The only person from our new town I knew was the sweet old lady who lived next door who brought cookies the day we moved in. She was a lot older than my parents even, probably in her seventies, but looked a bit younger with all the makeup she wore. She looks nice, but also like a typical rich older woman with all the expensive brands and jewelry she wore. Everyone in this neighborhood is like that though, and I feel out of place. I'm not usually the type of person to

My first day of college at Thomas Nelson Community College I was so nervous, being in a new school where I don’t know anybody was kind of frightening. I thought I would feel the same way about college as I did for high school. In high school, all my teachers prepared me the hard way to prepare for college and what to expect. My goal is to finish out 2 years at Thomas Nelson Community College and transfer to a four-year college to continue my goal in life to become a Registered Nurse (RN). When I arrived at Thomas Nelson I was very nervous because, so many thoughts went through my head to say as if what if I can’t handle it or what if I’m not smart enough. It was just a lot of pressure that I put on myself until I got a better understanding of everything because it’s a lot I needed to improve as in school. I was excited to be realizing a lifelong dream, but I was also scared.

I admit, I had a very challenging time last semester, and as a result my grades suffered. I don’t mean to make excuses for my poor performance in school but I would like to explain my circumstance. During my second semester of college I treated my classes like I did in high school thinking I could coast by and pass my classes, but when I noticed how poorly I was doing in class everything was already headed downhill. I started the second

Walking into my first day of class, I expected nothing more than a boring lecture and simple assignments that would require little to no effort. I was under the impression that this class was only going to be a waste of my time (since I only enrolled in it to satisfy my minor), and I started the semester anticipating that my success in this course would be a cakewalk. Much to my surprise, I was introduced to a professor who displayed a passion for social work and a class full of peers who had a wide range of passions, from international adoption to addictions counseling. From then on, I was sure that my initial impression of Interviewing and Documentation was incredibly off base.

My previous learning experiences in high school were not near as strenuous as the learning experiences I have had so far as an undergraduate student, and I did not have to engage much effort in order to get the grades that I wanted. In my first learner autobiography, I wrote that the way I studied would most likely evolve throughout the semester, and while it has, I could have executed it much better. I now realize that I spent much of the semester stressing out and drowning in anxiety because of my self-doubt stemming from not being able to do as well in college as I did in high school and believing that I was not as smart as I once thought I was. I procrastinated studying for courses merely because I believed that the material was too difficult for me to learn. Instead of trying to evolve my learning habits like I said that I would in my first learner autobiography, I avoided doing things so that I would not have to face the failure of not grasping a certain concept. By taking the EDP 310 course and engaging in the

I’m a high school student. Typically, when people think of high schoolers they envision an athletic jock, a geeky near, or even the most popular girl in school. I personally don’t consider myself to be one of those typical high school students. As I’m a hard-working, self-motivated student, who chose to leave the high school scene, and switch over to the running start program for my senior year. I’ve had countless people tell me that I’d made the wrong decision, or that I’m missing out on the best days of my life. All of which may be true, but in the beginning of my senior year this new challenge was exactly what I needed to be a successful student, and to be the happiest person I could be. As I threw myself into an entirely different learning environment, which included more independence and self-accountability, I knew this was best. Once I conformed to my new routine and began to get to know the teachers and students in my classes, things got a lot easier. I was doing well in all my classes. I stayed on top of my homework, turned in all my assignments on time, stayed after class to ask questions, until I hit a major setback in my Political Science class. It was my first college exam, and I had no idea what to expect, I thought I had thoroughly studied the material until I got my exam back with a failing score. I was in disbelief, I didn’t understand how this could’ve happened when I thought that I’d prepared myself so well. I immediately started considering all the factors

In my first semester of college I felt overwhelmed by course load. I wasn’t doing will in the beginning where I was not doing as great as I expected. I began to doubt myself and became frustrated on why I was having such a difficult time. However, I had great advisors Annette De La Torre and Alicia Rodriguez who listened to me but most importantly helped transition. They advised me to use the tutoring centers and how to cope with everyday stress. But they made it clear that the only person that can make change is yourself. So, I had two options either to cry and complain about how poorly I’m doing or take this as a learning experience and make change. I chose the latter and began to seek help and learned to manage time. I ended the semester strong with a 4.0 which I never achieved

At 17 years old I entered UCLA as a biology major. I had graduated in the top 10 of my high school class, and I had received only A’s since coming to the United States as a Sophomore. With my prior academic performance and younger age, I was overconfident and immature going into college. During my first 4 quarters my social pursuits smothered my academic ones; I lived a very unbalanced life, and my grades suffered. With a 3.05 GPA my first quarter, I was disappointed but too overconfident to embrace the dedication required to succeed in such a competitive academic environment. Furthermore, when confronted with each poor grade report I would bury my head in the sand, and naively convince myself that it will be better next time. My second winter

For most of my young academic career, failure had never been a real problem. I had never really struggled in any particular subject and I was able to succeed with little effort on my part. This all changed my sophomore year of high school. This was the first year I would be allowed to take all of the Advanced Placement and Honor classes that I wanted. Forgetting how rigorous the institution I attended actually was, I loaded my schedule. I honestly thought I would be able to breeze through the year with little struggle. Sadly, I was hopelessly disillusioned. My usual thirty minutes of homework a night turned into hours of tedious studying and preparation for the next day. My usual free time had vanished, and I was up long nights writing essays and studying for tests and quizzes. Even though I was nowhere near used to the workload, I persevered thinking my hard work would pay off when I received my “A”. However, I was wrong again, my hard work only went far enough to earn me a “C+” in my first AP course. I was devastated.

Only the beginning of junior year, I was afraid to continue the class. I was afraid I was going to flunk out. The class carried on as I sat there day after day with the thought of failing on my mind. However, that only made me even more determined to get a higher grade on the next test. I could not let a bad grade eat me up and demolish my desire to succeed. Later when the second test was passed back, I looked at it, flashed a smile, and flipped through it, noticing only a few minor mistakes. Returning to the front page, I stared at that 92% until the end of class.

The college educational experience is both highly challenging and demanding. In order to record the required level of success, students need to be at their “A game” both physically and psychologically. However, being on one’s “A game” from a psychological point of view is an uphill task considering the various obstacles that students face and the impact of their motivation and emotions. Some students are also exposed to conditions that have adverse effects on their psychological well-being and makes it difficult for them to develop the necessary level of self-esteem and motivation to succeed in college. After a sequence of failures, some students might even feel that their coursework is out of their control, and they cannot succeed,

Once I realized that I had basically lied to myself on how to properly handle my academics and new life at USC was when my troubles began to manifest themselves. One of the main reasons my work fell below acceptable standards was due to my extreme lack of confidence. This all began when I started to not comprehend the material that was being presented to me in my classes. Everything was moving too fast and I couldn’t keep up. Unlike the community college courses that I had taken the year before which were on average longer than an hour, allowed me take my time understanding the material. But here at USC I was exposed to 50-minute-long lectures that where too short

I didn’t know how to study, I hadn’t bonded with any of the students, I wasn’t a part of any of the study groups, and I didn’t know how to study. I was too embarrassed and ashamed to ask for help. In my senior year, last semester of college things go so bad that I eventually failed a class. I failed my final chemistry class, the only class I had left to graduate. I had failed by less than a tenth of a point; I needed a 70 and I had a 69.49. I swallowed my pride and spoke to someone about it. I was advised to speak to the professor. I thought that was worse than failing the class itself. But I swallowed my pride and requested a conference. I asked the professor what I could do. His answer was simple, he said ‘nothing, if you were having problems, you should have come to me during the course of the class…I would have helped you…and…I would have given you the point.” My heart dropped, I couldn’t argue with him because this was the predicament that I had found myself in time and time again. I was afraid to speak up and ask for help. My shyness had caused me to avoid speaking with professors or asking for help. I did retake the class and graduated with a Bachelor of Science in Chemistry.

Hearing so many good things and bad things about college I didn’t know what to expect and look forward to. That change my junior year knowing different college come every year I didn’t really pay it any mind what college I wanted to go to until ODU, Virginia State University and Virginia Teach came. It was Virginia State first year of visiting out school and I knew I wanted to go there I start getting e excited for college that were talking about their experience at college and what to look for when we graduated if we decided to go to college. Eager to start a new chapter college sound like it could be a little nerve wrecking but I thought I could handle it.