Personal Narrative: Coming To College

It happened all through-out college. I had always heard stories about body-shaming with overweight individuals, but I never thought that it would happen to myself or the millions of other young women on college campuses.

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

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

The droplets of rain emerge from the towering clouds as I step onto the vibrant green grass for the first time. I lock eyes with the monstrous building and tilt my head back until I have reached the roof. There I was. A stick-like, puny, first year college student looking at my home for the next four years. Yet I can't manage to take a second step. I stand there, staring at the giant brick block and lift my classic yellow rain jacket hood up over my impressively soft chocolate hair, protecting it from the harm of the rain. Four years of Ireland weather lays ahead of me. Four years of bunk beds in dorms. Four years of competing for the number one student. For years of awkward parties and tests. Four years until I'm out.

"From distance even bumpy roads look smooth". Every year people like me, right now, dedicate hours and a lot of effort in applying to college. But the thing is that I never understood why so much dedication? I have never taught what I wanted to do with my life after High school. Obviously, I knew people graduated from High school, but I just was focusing on the freedom after it not the part of going back to study. I never felt pressure to give my best for the future.Two years ago I moved to the U.S from Puerto Rico to Boston, Massachusetts. One day after my work I was on the train and it stops in front of one of Boston College and I could hear the student talking about a project, I heard one of them saying "Even though I may not like right now this

Transitioning into college can be a difficult time for many people. Because of the fact that college is so distinctly dissimilar to high school, students may not cope well with changing lifestyles. For me personally, though, I look forward to the conversion from high school into college. I am always open to different opportunities with respect to advancing my education into secondary education. So changing the way of operating for me should not be all too hard for me because of how well I have done so in the past.

College is something that most people fear, love, or choose to not even go. I never thought during high school, I would end up going to college and that it would of turned my life around. Everyone has the dark tunnels they have to go through before they eventually find that bright light at the end of the tunnel. I was going through that dark tunnel in high school and then college ended up pulling me out and saving me.

Coming into College prep writing on the first day of class and hearing Mrs.Carter say “this will be one of the hardest english classes you will take in high school,” definitely scared me. The first thoughts running through my mind was I’m not good enough for this class, there is no way it will ever pass. I wanted to drop out, but instead I decided to prove myself wrong and stay in the class. Staying in this class is one thing that I will never regret. There are so many hard things that you will come upon in life, that will end up becoming one of the best learning experiences.

The decision to return to college after a twenty year hiatus was a very intimidating one. Not only was I twenty years out of school and my study habits and routine long forgotten, but the world itself had changed enormously in terms of technology and everyday procedures. There were no such things as PC’s cell phones and yes the Internet back in the 1980’s. Having evolved with this technology made my return to college that much easier, yet I was still very apprehensive regarding the uncertainty of my success. I made the decision in an intuitive manner at this point and jumped in feet first not knowing what to expect and relying on my intelligence to get me through. The first semester I took extremely serious and managed to become a rational/linear

I was born on August 12th in Olympia Fields, Illinois to a family who already knew my path before I did. This family that I was born into is one that most would consider a very intelligent family. They were no strangers to getting good grades and multiple degrees and knew that I would go on to do the same, if not more. Even though I was born to teenage parents, my dad worked his hardest to finish high school and work to provide for me and my older sister and it did not stop my mom to go on to obtain her master’s degree. When the question is asked, “Did you feel prepared for college?” The answer is yes. I felt like I was prepared for college since I am a 4th generation college student

When I came to the college. I don’t have any close friend same faculty. It so hard to live alone when the time past and past. it made me felt homesick all the time. I really love my family. they always cheer up me when I tired. when I have gone to practice a softball. I have to know and make a friend each other. Everyone really difference part of my life because we don’t grew up in the same town. Softball play as team. we have to get along with us because the harmony of team is important. If they have a harmony we will win. Sport can make a friend and have activities to do when I am free. This cause it makes me don’t stay alone. I have a friend to hang out with and sign up for a class in the same section. When we have a

“I cannot wait to go to college” is a phrase so often said by every high school senior. I was one of those seniors who had made this phrase their daily mantra. I attended a boarding school in Piney Woods, Mississippi for three years’. Since it was a boarding school, the rules were unbearably strict. I did not have the privilege of enjoying my high school years’ like any other high school student. I did not have the freedom nor the resources nor the location to explore and grow. Hence, I expect my college experience to be an adventurous journey filled with freedom and growth. Also, I expect college to change who I am and carve me into a responsible self- sufficient individual. Nevertheless; in my first week experience, I envision my college

The anticipation had been building for a while as the murmurs and whispers of leaving my hometown finally came to be. As a curious eight year old I wondered why my dad was taking me everywhere to get all these important things done. Finally my great-grandmother sat me down and told me I had to be strong go with my father and everything will be all right. I watched my mother cry as we said our goodbyes. I left with my dad and my sisters and headed off to America. A few ours, and culture shock later I would land in New York City. The day sits with me January 14, 1998. It was freezing and I had never seen snow. I wasn't phased by snow and I wasn't deterred by my dad leaving me and my sisters with a aunt I had never met. Growing up in Brooklyn was different

Obtaining my bachelor’s degree in Business Administration has been a vision of mine since I began my journey years ago; however, as life continued to get in the way, the dream I had seem to diminish. When I made the verdict to go to college I was straight out of high school and wasn’t equipped for it. Nonetheless, I was able to keep afloat I believe that you must condition yourself for the transition to college. Being a single mother I was in a continuous state of “mom mode” if you will and let my schooling be seated on the back burner for a while. Later on, I thought, enough was enough and went back only to have to leave once again to find a full-time job supporting a family of 4 when my father passed away from cancer. It was misfortunate,

College is often called the best time of your lives but it is also the first time you are left alone with new experiences. Some of these experiences are good ones you will keep for life and others are one that teach you valuable lessons. These experiences often can either make or break people depending on their level of responsibility and accountability.