Living my nightmare. I am a sophomore at Sacred Heart University In Fairfield Connecticut. My home is Trumbull Connecticut. I had dreams to adventure as far away as possible for school. I had dreams of traveling and seeing the world and using my education as my excuse. But, I am a commuter at Sacred Heart University and travel all of 12 minutes to get from my home to my education. How all my dreams to get away came spiraling down is my story. My college story did not begin 12 minutes away from home. My story started off as pursuing my dream of traveling, even if it was only three hours from home. I spent one semester, four months, in which I thought was my dream. I am independent, I am spontaneous and I am adventurous, or so I thought. Living my “dream” was the only way I found out that I was small and shy. I was an outcast-- how terrifying. I started at Seton Hall University, in South Orange New Jersey, where I found out that living my dream meant living with four other girls, that sucked. I was used to living with one other girl in the room, my sister. But that is my sister and who cares if she liked to sleep with the TV on, I was turning it off and would fight with her about turning to back on with no shame. But, I was living with unfamiliar hair swimming in the shower I was supposed to get clean in. I was able to smell disgusting smells from the bathroom while laying in my perfume sprayed room. I had strangers (my roommate's friends) watching me while I “slept” when I
The thought of college is often overwhelming and fills a person’s head full of anxiety and stress. If you look back on what you have accomplished up to this point in your life this large step in life suddenly seems much smaller. I have been going to the same small private school all my life so many people could argue that I have been sheltered for most of my life or see the world through “tunnel vision.” Now all of this is entirely true, but throughout my high school years I have gradually become more of the person who I am today. For example, my junior year English teacher assigned my class the daunting task of a junior thesis. At first I thought this assignment was simply busy work and had no meaning to it, but as I began to pick a topic and research it I began to discover a possible
Who knew that dreams would come true? When I was a child, attending college was a big fantasy of mine that later became a reality. At the age of eleven, my family and I immigrated to the United States in the search for better opportunities. I came to this country with no knowledge of the language. My educational journey was not easy because of the language barriers and my immigration status as undocumented. At the beginning when I started middle school, I felt frustrated and useless for not being able to communicate with others. I was placed in ESL classes where I was taught English and basic math and science. I wasn’t learning anything new. During seventh grade, I was accidently placed in regular English classes. They were challenging at first because I was still an English learner. However, those classes helped me improved my English, and my knowledge was expanding. Even though it was hard to understand what was being discussed in class, that did not stop me from getting good grades in those classes. I would stay after school and asked questions to my teachers and read the readings carefully while taking notes. Eventually, my counselor
As for my story, I decided to follow my sister’s path to the hippie utopian society of CU Boulder after graduation. I spent a semester as an undeclared astrophysics major trying to find my place. While the campus is breathtaking and the Flatirons are nothing short of spectacular, the atmosphere just wasn’t for me and by the end of the semester I decided to leave. For the next seven months I used the time the best I could. I backpacked the Grand Canyon, camped on the Big Sur coast, hiked the arches of Moab, and almost got eaten by a bear in Grand Teton National Park. Despite almost dying, these trips helped me realize that happiness was much more important to me than money. This idea brought me here. I decided to bring my childhood dream of becoming a pilot to life and major in aviation and aerospace science here at MSU.
Specifics regarding the topic: In my high school today myself along with other high school students overcome obstacles we could have never thought of our freshman year. At the beginning of our college prep four class, students learn that “college should be an adventure” as dr. rouch states in his article to incoming freshman.
That August, I relocated to Brenham ,Texas to attend Blinn College. It was an astronomical adjustment as I had never been on my own. I quickly made friends with like-minded classmates, and I was beginning to be quite successful in my classes. Any ill will I had towards attending school once again quickly faded away, yet there was an ever growing sense of doubt that something this positive would not be without a downside.
Embedded in my psyche as a child was the fact that college was my only option after high school. This parental sentiment was synonymous with a phrase as simple as “tie your shoes.” For me, high school graduation would be a standard occurrence, but my college graduation would be celebrated. The college I would attend required thoughtful consideration because it will be my rite of passage. When I dreamt of my intended college, I knew it would be set in a beautiful city, bustling with energy, and full of consciously creative people. I didn’t know if my university campus would be urban or suburban, but I knew it would spark excitement, fulfill my need to connect with a global community, and offer several opportunities to propel me to the top of
When furthering my education, problems within my family didn’t only occur at the idea of myself attending college but the logistics of doing so. It was this conflict of, in a way, restarting life as my hometown is Vallejo and commuting to San Jose was just not an option. Nonetheless, San Jose was first foreign to me, but thanks to the short journey from my
I knew college was going to change me in many ways. Yet, after my family and I restructured our collective and individual emotional reactivity over the three years that I was away at school, I believed my work in that department was done. I thought transiting into college was difficult, however, I found myself once again unprepared for the aftershock that rocked my family once I return from school. I left college a strong, independent, mature, and differentiated person, or at least I kind of did.
Change has always been a part of my life. One of the biggest changes happened when I was 15 years old. I started to think of college in my last years of middle school. Until then College was someone else’s reality. Not many people from my community attended college. They felt that their futures were supposed to be spent being a clerk or fisherman. The change happened on a trip to visit mainland college towns, explore possibilities beyond the islands cultural landscape
Most campuses try to enhance students’ lives, by wanting them to experience a College experience; however not all college experiences are the same. Some students have felt
The beginning of my college experience was as typical as any other: I missed my family, friends, and home. Being uprooted from familiar soil and forced to settle in a garden teeming with (obnoxious) roommates, communal
In a weird twist of irony, I never wanted to grow up. I know that’s weird coming from a student wishing to be a part of the Honors Program at Big Sandy, but in any good story, you have to start at the beginning. I never exactly pictured myself in college, in an odd way I thought I would remain a child forever, as an eighteen year old woman, I can tell you that I was incorrect. Things were so easy, you see. As a kid growing up with a mother who made a decent amount of money, while my fun loving dad stayed home, the world seemed so easy. I did whatever I wanted to, within reason of course. I didn’t have any responsibilities, I didn’t have to worry about money problems, I didn’t have to worry about school, (I was reading at a fourth grade level in Kindergarten while the other kids were just learning how to
I entered Buffalo State College at the age of 17; I was scared never in my life had I ever been exposed to anything so extravagant and dominating. Born and raised in a metropolitan city where you can feel the next person breathing down your neck and as you walk its either you brush up against 10 people on each city block or 10 people pushes you out of their way, I wasn't ready for the slow-paced life of Buffalo it simply wasn’t what I envisioned my college life to be. I eventually grew into its lifestyle and learned to adapt to my new environment.
the other side stood an old tired man in what seemed to be a butler's
At some point, someone has said that high school will be the best four years of their lives and college gets even better. So with that idea in people’s heads, they come up with their ideal image of the college. They start planning the perfect scenario of what college they will go to and what their roommate will be like. They often try to compare an unrealistic image and turn it into a realistic image, but they are unlike in many ways. Once students step onto the college campus, they will soon face what it is actually like to be in college.When people understand that college is not the perfect movie scene, then they will take advantage of expanding and furthering their education seriously. Going to college is a whole different experience and there is a lot more to it such as the rigorous classes and overwhelming school work, being more independent, and forming new bonds with others.