Personal Narrative: Finding Parrish Hall

They all labeled downtown El Paso’s buildings. I looked at them, lost for I had no knowledge of what they were talking about. I was still just a bird hatching from the shell. I turned left and there it was, classroom A1518. The two large, dark wooden doors were opened and on top of them was the sign “ARCHITECTURE”. I stood there with my breath taken away from me. “So… This is it. This is why you came into Northwest. This is your purpose” I took a deep breath, slowly exhaled, and continued on forward. Inside was a large room with computers on most of the side walls and desks the size of tables were located in the middle. All of the other students’ eyes were on me. I got even more nervous. They probably asked themselves if I was lost because of course, who would expect a 15-year-old to take an architecture college class? I walked slowly towards the 2nd desk in the front row. I sat in the tall black chair as the sound of the AC and the computer fans grew bigger and bigger. I’ve never heard anymore silence in my life. I opened my backpack’s side apartment and took out my pencil and place it on the side of the dark brown desk. I looked around and saw another room inside of

Thinking about having the ability to embody all of the students within Texas A&M’s College of Agriculture and Life Sciences quickly grabs my attention. The majority of the goals I have set for myself throughout my life have been related to bettering the community I was apart of. In order to achieve my goals, I have talked to my peers to create an concept that could benefit everyone. Afterwards we put the plan into motion.

Harcum is a small, close-knit college home to thousands of diverse students from various walks of life. This appeals to me as smaller class sizes ensure that I’m able to get the one on one attention that I need as a student, and having an abundance of diverse peers would ensure my growth as a person through frequent in class discussions and collaborations. Not to mention that Harcum’s campus is in the vicinity of my home, which allows for me to receive a quality education while simultaneously working as a dental assistant, and connecting with my loved

In the summer of 2017, I had visited Wilkes-Barre, Arcadia University, Temple University. Wilkes-Barre and Temple had the urban atmosphere that I craved for college. Living in York, where there is farm down the street from my house, I needed to experience fast pace, never sleeping aspect of the city. With this in mind, it disappointed me how much neither Temple nor Wilkes awed me. I could see myself going there, but I could also see myself not. Another impediment was that it is only one hour away from my parents.

I didn't always live in California. Before California I lived in Denver, Colorado. Before Denver I lived in Aurora, Colorado. When we moved to california we had a family of five. We moved to California, when I was six, Then we lived at my grandma’s house in Riverside for a year. We found a place on Ferree Street and that became our home.

On October 20, 2017, the Student Government Association (SGA) conducted a survey to students at the University of Mary Washington about President Paino’s draft of An Investment of Hope for the Future: A Strategic Vision for the University of Mary Washington. The purpose of the survey was to gather student feedback about Goal 1: Promoting the values of service and social justice, Goal 2: Reconstituting the liberal arts for the digital age, Goal 3: Immersing our students in applied, impactful learning experiences, Goal 4: Creating a diverse and inclusive community as an essential requirement for academic excellence and academic success, and the actions steps supporting each goal.

It was my first day of college and I rushed through the campus of Colorado Mesa University to get to my first class. Even though I was in a hurry, I couldn’t help but notice how lush and green the grass was and how clean everything looked. I began to slow my pace as I found my attention captivated by the campus around me. The buildings looked new, the benches looked clean, the grass wasn’t brown and dry. Everything seemed so organized and well maintained, unlike my high school. After several minutes I made it to my first class and realized that slowing down to look around the campus made me even more late than I already was. I stood outside the door for a few minutes because I was so embarrassed to go in, fearing

Over my spring break I was lucky enough to get to go to Florida with my college baseball team and I got to see one if the most beautiful baseball stadiums in the US, JetBlue Park. I got to watch Florida Gulf Coast take on Florida State at JetBlue Park, which is used as a spring training field for the Boston Red Sox. My initial thought of the field is it’s almost exactly like Fenway Park with the same field layout, the big green monster in left field. Which surprised me because this was only a spring training field, very few games will be played or broadcasted here. This ballpark was unexpectedly nice and an experience I will never forget.

I stand under the Washington Square Park arch onlooking the fountain as I watch my mother lean backward in attempts to fit both me and the arch in a photo. It was a chilly spring day, one of those where the sun was out but you still needed a light jacket to keep warm. Cars zoomed by. Groups of students Looking around, this untraditional campus was my first impression of what college is like. I imagined how the park would look in the fall with the leaves each a different shade of red and yellow; revealing their last burst of beauty before falling on the ground to make a satisfying crunch underneath my feet. It has been 5 years since my first visit but the treasures of NYU remain timeless.

Being an LAS James Scholar means to be academically challenged and to put forth best effort in any given task. Whether it is through working on the end-of-the-semester projects for honors classes or being involved in extracurricular activities, James Scholar students are taught to think through issues in a multifaceted approach so that they are able to work efficiently with students from different backgrounds and experiences. In this day and age, possessing teamwork and leadership skills is a must-have in classrooms and beyond that in our jobs as future alumni of the University of Illinois. The LAS James Scholar community fosters these skills through collaboration with some of UIUC’s finest faculty. Students are able to work one-on-one with faculty and delve deeper into their studies by learning about the latest breakthroughs in their fields and contribute to it by conducting their own research. Students within the

When you walk into the room at the Urban Institute for Contemporary Arts, your face will change, drastically. Your gaping mouth and enormous eyes will fixate on the room, staring at the organized chaos transpiring in the alcove, the loud and quiet at the same time. There will be a wall full of music, a set of strings going up the entire wall

Convocation was my first experience seeing the Wooster community as a whole: upperclassmen, faculty, staff, and administration. When President Bolton spoke, I hear a message which too often is overwritten and under-practiced. To learn is to question. But it is also to listen, challenge, and reform the self. Seeking out those who have different opinions than one’s own and interacting with diverse cultures, religions, and persons is benefitcal not only to the individual but to the community. For a community that communicates is whole, while a community that withholds is no community but rather factions. Politically and socially, lack of communal discussion presents a growing dilemma.

I reluctantly took a step back as I stared at the commodious bleach white building towering above me. I have not been here for years and I instantly feel my stomach erupt in butterflies. Today was the first day of my volunteering program at the University of Florida. I stand outside in the clammy incalescence Florida weather dredging to go inside the enormous superstructure that reads HOSPITAL in big red letters. My first impulse is to turn around and whisk back home, but all I can hear is my mother’s stern voice saying “You need to this, this opportunity will look amazing on your college application.” I wiped my sweating hands on my dark blue jeans and with all my pugnacity I walked through the scratching automatic doors.

I deeply value the spirit of collaboration that exists at Columbia, allowing some of the best young minds in the country work together to learn, research, and change the world. The Common Core curriculum is a major part of what makes Columbia such a closely-knit community. Because the entirety of the diverse student population takes a set of the same courses, they all have shared experiences to connect over. The Common Core promotes deep intellectual discussions which bring out the unique perspective of every student, allowing them to learn from each other. The advising system at Columbia also contributes to this culture of collaboration. One’s fellow students can also be his or her mentors or advisers, supporting him or her and helping him and her learn, grow, and find new opportunities. The small class sizes contribute to this culture as well, by helping students to form closer relationships both among themselves and with their professors.

You can probably imagine how nervous and maybe even a little timorous I was, my first day at Barstow High. It was not very simple to get accustomed to, coming from Hinkley School, which contained approximately four hundred and fifty students at most, to a big crowded hall ways of Barstow. I still remember how nervous I was that first day; my upper lip was shaking as I asked a hall monitor where the five hundred row was located.