Personal Narrative: Going Into College

And to become a leader, I had to learn how, so I enroll in college to get a

Entering community college with little programming experience, I was eager to learn. I registered for my first programming class excited, with a fresh mind. My professor introduced the class to our first program, "Hello World." Instantly, I was hooked. As I uncovered the complexities of problem-solving and the importance of proper syntax, my love grew stronger. Eventually, with experience in C++ and JAVA, another professor presented a life changing opportunity to me.

Coming to college is hard. You have to keep your grades up through 13 years of public education. You also should obtain a car to get from point A to point B. This also requires having a job to keep the car fueled and money in your pocket to live off of. Motivation is also a tricky thing to pin down. It seems to appear when you don’t need it, and then just vanish when you need it the most. And organizational skills, what are those? These are some of the challenges I faced when deciding to go to college.

I believe I could really be a good asset to your school. I can really be a good student if I really tried. Since my career really depends on college, I will try my absolute best to be the best I really can be. Getting into to College is a really big dream, and if I don’t do well in college, there goes my career choice. So choosing, me is a good idea.

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.

WEll, I guess this is the beginning; the beginning of a new journey, a new life, a new me--hopefully.

Once I hit fourth grade, school from then on all the way to my very last day of senior year in high school was a very difficult journey. Not only was I difficult for me but also I had made life for my parents very difficult. In school I was always more concerned with girls and my year round swim team. I was one of those student who would never do their homework, however I would get A’s on the majority of my quizzes and test. Once I graduated high school I felt like a huge weight had been lifted off my shoulders. I felt like a free man. I felt like I was going to finally be in full control of my path. Once I graduated high school, I felt confident and empowered to decide what next step I wanted to take in my education. My parent were just relieved that I had graduate and were thankful that I was even entertaining the idea of going to college. I kissed a full ride swimming scholarship out the window because I couldn’t commit myself to my grades. Even though I was a nationally ranked swimmer, I essential had no future in swimming without getting into an elite college known for swimming. These ramifications taught me to take the next step more seriously, which ultimately are the main reason why I try my best to get good grades in college. If someone would have told me that I would make the Dean’s list in college when I was in high school, I would of laughed at them. The choices I made in the past and feeling the ultimate freedom has influenced me to take a different direction in my education.

I am attending college, so that I will be able to learn more about my major and also to explore my options. While in high school, I had many reasons and people that motivated me to enroll into college, including my mom, my guidance counselors, and research on what I want to be later on in life. Although I was already going to apply for college, I heard a lot of good things about it from a few of my friends, on how college really makes you a stronger and more independent person. In the past few years, I’ve met quite a few people who have graduated high school and decided not to attend any college, and sooner or later I hear about how upset they are that they did not attend and how they have no idea what to do with their life. I did not want

To the boards of admissions reviewing my application, you are probably wondering why a below average student is applying to one of the world's most prestigious institutions, home of America's brightest minds and success stories. I am well aware that I am not the typical student that applies to an Ivy League school. My test scores do not reach the national average and my grade point average may be a disappointment compared to students that I am competing for acceptance with. By looking at the numbers you should straight up deny me, but that's why I am here to tell you, you are wrong. Academically, I am not the strongest but that's because I am not inspired by the educational approach I have been given. Outside school, I don't hit bases I make home runs. I make a conscious effort to

Moving into college this year was a different adjustment than most freshman were having. I felt that instead of taking a step forward, “high school to college whoa! I’m growing up!” I was taking a step back. Last year, I was taking three AP classes in the morning and then I got to leave school and go to my Co-op. I was working between 35 and 40 hours a week as an Engineer and by this time last year, had moved into my own apartment. Not quite the typical senior year but it worked for me. So, this year, moving into a dorm, giving up my “real” job, I was not expecting to grow as much as most freshman would, I was wrong. Since coming to college I have put together a whole new world for myself, and learned much about what it means to be a Umass Lowell student. I joined the Rugby Team after not having played a sport since middle school and managed to fall in love with the city I had moved to, even after deciding I probably wouldn’t like it because it was still Massachusetts. My Freshman Seminar class had fallen into the list of things I had written off as not quite being at my level, and although it was certainly an easier class it also became something I credit with changing my views this first semester. This class gave me many opportunities to get acquainted with the City, the University, and my new home.

All I could hear was the faint sound of Cigarette Daydreams by Cage the Elephant and my incessant thoughts that were corroding my mind. I was sitting in my cluttered car, but I didn’t mind that it was so hectic because that was me, that was my mind. The clock on the console read 10:02 and I had nowhere to be on such a chilly night for it to be in the middle of June. It was my best friend’s 17th birthday, and I spent the night contemplating what it meant to be 17 in a world where time was inevitably slipping away.

Coming into college, I personally had no clue what I was signing myself up for. I remember the first steps I took as I got out of my car the first day, thinking to myself “What in tarnation am I doing here?” I expected to get my education, obviously, but what does that mean, how does one go about adjusting to such a monumental change in their life. I realized I had to just start small, I knew I was in something called the Opportunity scholars program. I honestly thought wasn’t going to be very fun at first. Now that I actually know what it is, I feel honored and blessed to be apart of it as I’m pushed to become more than what I could’ve imagined for myself. I see myself wanting to be in leadership positions. I’ve already set goals to try and

One sunny day many years ago in the parking lot of Husson University a car comes to a sudden stop. The door swings opens and out steps a young woman named, Heather Patten. It’s the first day of college and she can feel the butterflies franticly swarming around in her stomach. “Husson University is a big place especially if you don’t know anyone there and have no clue where your classes are.” Eventually, like any place, Heather got used to the many buildings and huge campus. She was at a great place in her life, finally she was own her own. She graduated high school 10th out of her class, and got her wish to go to a college close to home.