Personal Narrative Essay: Why College Is Better Than High School

College is a place where students can learn more and get an experience they have never had before. Although, many people have different motives to why they attend college. For instance furthering their education, just doing it because their parents want them to, be successful, making new friends, and gaining independence could all be some motives. College was always an option for me. I knew I was going to attend college the day I decided I wanted to become a doctor. I figured, why not pick a career where I will be needed every day. There will always be a demand for doctors because the population continues to grow each and every day. I decided I wanted to become a Pediatrician in the fifth grade. Every day after school, I would go to my Aunt

College to me is a step into adulthood, a crucial point between the days of youth and the era of maturity. It would introduce me to new ways of thinking about problems and ideas that I thought only had one way to view or solve. Higher education not only gives me new ways to view

I have chosen to spend the next four years of my life in college simply because I want to have a steady job and be successful throughout the course of my life. By going to college I can refine my skills in the area of work in which I would like to pursue. College is a good experience because you can meet people from a large variety of places and cultures. You also learn life lessons about living under a roof where your parents aren’t there to do everything for you.

My life has been like a dark maze. I have absolutely no idea what's around the next corner. Each path I've taken has lead me to one of two things. Something fantastic that I'll enjoy and remember or something I wished never happened that I can forget. That's why I'm scared to take the next step because I don't know what will happen to me. However a few years ago I learned to give to give each step a chance, no matter how far back that step will take me. Being a senior this year a cartoon word has been shoved in my face a hundred times a week. That word is college. Just getting into college is a challenge. Thinking about all my test scores, GPA, applications is enough to give me a migraine. If just getting into a good college is this hard, I

College to me is a way to further my education, achieve my goals, and be successful in all I do. After high schoolI am Victoria Flores a dependable and dilligent student. Peers and family describe me most a student can do one of two things: continue on to a higher education or go straight into the work place as is. Although both are great options I chose college because it was necessary to achieve my goals to become a Nuritionist and minor in Sports physiology. In order to be most successful

I wake up early and stomp downstairs. I grab the oatmeal from the table and run upstairs. Someone knocks at the door. It’s Anna-Marie. “Go away!” I yell, but she opens the door anyway. I put my oatmeal on the night stand and hide under my covers. “ Cadence, you seemed like you were happy here and you were getting along with all the others. We can’t have you sneaking out all the time. I’m sorry but we have decided to send you to foster parents. You leave tonight to meet them.” She closes the door and I come out from under the covers. I pack my bags and I’m ready to go. I say goodbye to everyone and I hop in the taxicab and drive off.

While being in high school, I was ready to get out and start college. I always heard about how great college was and I want to experiences for myself. I expected college to be laid back and pretty cool. My hopes were to have fun, meet new people, and continue to make good grades. Now that I am in college, I can say that I am actually doing what I wanted.

College is not as big a change as I thought it was going to be. These first weeks are not even that different from high school. I go to school, home, and my boyfriend's. It is just another routine. All I really do is walk around campus with my headphones in and ignore everyone. My only friends really are my roommates. We all have to much life going on to really do many things together. Most of us are not even home most of the time.

It all started freshman year, I’m so excited for high school I thought to myself, I’m going to do so well. I walked into those doors on top of the world. Nothing could bring me down I thought, I was in high school now. Being in high school makes you invincible right? No, that’s wrong being in high school is like walking on broken glass, with each step you bleed more and more until you can’t keep walking. High school breaks you down until you have two choices, stay broken or rise up.

College is definitely not for everyone but I chose to go to college to further my education in hope to use it to attain a better job. Going into my first semester of college I was not sure exactly what I wanted to do and still to this day I am on the fence about what exactly it is I want to do. I chose a liberal arts program at OCC rather than going away because of me not knowing what I wanted to do. Going into my second semester it makes sense to me now that college is about getting a better education, but it is also about “figuring out who you are and what you really want to do with your life (PBS). I believe my main purpose for a higher education is to really figure out whom I am and what it is I want out of life. Looking back now for what

In 1991, my family and I snuck across the U.S./Mexico border at night, I was nine years old. Weeks later, I was placed into the k-12 educational pipeline and expected to succeed. By 2000, I had achieved a high school diploma from Escondido High School, held a solid grasp of English, and had acculturated to Californian society. Nevertheless, I had no ambition to pursue a college education. In my mind, only “smart” people with both the “right” legal status and socioeconomic standing attended college.

When you’re a teenager, you start to go through a lot of changes in your life. You need others support and help to get around these toilsome times. For me freshmen year of high school was distraught. With both parents always working and my older sister away at college, I had no one to look up to or to ask for help when I needed it. It was difficult figuring out the transition from middle school to high school. Not knowing what to expect or what I needed for college, I settled for B’s in my classes. It wasn't until the summer going into sophomore year that I realized I needed to buckle down on my grades. Knowing that my parents did not have four-year degrees and worked multiple jobs to support our family, I came to the realization that I didn’t

My high school valued college education significantly. I went to Achievement First for middle school and middle school. They have always taught us that we had to “climb the mountain to college” because the goal is to not only graduate high school, but to also graduate college. They had our schedules set up like college courses and we frequently had seminars. They even had a class called College Readiness that specifically focused on preparing us for college. Majority of the students were black and we were expected to secum to the stereotypes that majority of our young men will be in Jail by the age of 16 or that majority of the females would be teen moms. However, over ninety percent of my senior class graduated and was accepted to a four

I woke up to the sound of my Alarm going off. I looked at my phone and got a text saying there wasn't school today because It had snowed. I went back to bed and woke up at nine O' clock and remembered I had to get papers for school. I got up with a headache so I made some coffee while my kids were still asleep. I just left them home. While I was riding an enormous deer run out in front of me. I smashed into the deer and my car was flipping over and over until I finally stopped and my car was awful and it wouldn't run anymore. I was about one mile away from the school so I walked the rest of the way after I got my papers from the school. I got a ride home after I got there I walked in and called my kids because I was going to make them food

It’s not always easy to be the good obedient God-fearing child, although this was highly expected coming from a Judeo-Christian Latin-American family of scholars. Samantha felt the constant pressure of having to be the perfect kid from early on in childhood. She remembered the first time that her views of this were shattered. While she maintained an honor roll status all through kindergarten to second grade, in third grade she finally made friends and at the same time she earned her first C. It seemed that the world around her would be completely destroyed by this letter grade in elementary school. How dare she bring shame into the family, even though her older brother consistently brought lower notes home, and was praised if he earned anywhere near a C. That C was a complete catastrophe. She made friends, she got a C, and she got the crapped spanked out of her. She remember getting a heads up from her father that she would get a spanking for her grades, and remember wearing 7