Personal Narrative: I Fall Just Hit The Brooklyn College Campus

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1. What experience do you like talking about the most? What has been the most interesting, intriguing, and exciting part of your life- why, and what did you learn from it?

Last year was my first year as a college student. After much anticipation, I was finally starting my university career and studying what I wanted. Classes started and everything was okay, but deep down I knew I wanted to study away from home. When graduating high school I had decided to stay, thinking it was the smartest decision since going to college is not the easiest transition and adding going to another country would have been too much for me. But two weeks into my first semester I decided to start my research.

During admission into Bronx Community College, I faced one of the most stressful predicaments academically. After applying, and having my transcripts mailed, I waited about two weeks before calling to ensure the transcripts were received. An admission counselor confirmed all transcripts were received and in the process of being reviewed. Five weeks later, during the first week of registration, I was informed one of the transcripts had been misplaced. Avoiding any further delay, I hand delivered the missing transcript. A few weeks later, I received a registration appointment. I was put on a list, received a number, and waited 9am to 5pm on a line for two days until my name was called. Unfortunately, while sitting with an advisor I found out

In the 2013 fall semester, I entered Bronx Community College to pursue Dietetics and Nutrition Science, and by grace, I successfully graduate with an Associate in Science (A.S.) degree. Base on my dream, I already took all the nursing prerequisites courses. The prerequisites courses that I took are Introduction to Psychology, Introduction to Sociology, English Composition I and II, Anatomy and Physiology I and II, Probability and Statistics, Human Development, General Chemistry I and II, Microbiology and Infant Control, History and many more.

Wellesley College is an extraordinary college that provides all I could ever seek in a college. It has various majors to choose from, extraordinary interactions with professors and students, and an inspirational atmosphere full of great women from various backgrounds. I never knew that such college would have all the preferences I wanted. The more I learned about Wellesley the more I realized that this is a true college in which I could work in and get to where I want to be. As the first in my family to go to college it is vital for me to remain true to myself and empower myself as a hispanic woman. Education is essential to everyone, but to me I believe is a way in which I could represent my capacity. Though there is

In late August, as the first leaves changed from green to red and gold, university ghost towns were coming back to life. Residences were dusted out. Classrooms were readied. Textbooks were purchased—and new outfits, new computers, new posters to decorate dorm room walls. Amid this bustle, construction workers at Cornell University began installing steel mesh nets under seven bridges around campus. They overlook the scenic gorges for which Ithaca, N.Y., is known; in early 2010, they were the sites of three Cornell student suicides of a total of six that year. Students cross the bridges daily on their way to class.

During my first week at Langara College School I know from the start that school was not the one for me; therefore, I started asking around where becoming a nurse would be fast and easy to get into a school and could instantly get a job right after I graduate. From there I did some research on my own and ask previous students who graduated at Sprott Shaw Community College if all the extra money that I will be spending it in a private institution instead of a public institution is worth it. In the end, I do not regret anything going into Sprott Shaw College because this is the appropriate school for me and would recommend to anyone who is confused or lost what they want to do in the future.

When I was a senior in high school my father had his second heart attack and had to have open heart surgery. Upon Graduation from High School in May 2016, I made the decision to move in with my Father who is a sixty-eight-year-old Disabled Vietnam Veteran with many health issues. During my Freshman year at Pearl River Community College, his health had declined and the doctors discovered that he had an aneurysm in his chest and blockages in his legs. Thankfully after his surgery was completed and he was able to come back home, I was to be on break so I could stay with him and help with whatever he needed. I am one of six children and have chosen to take care of him and live there in lieu of working outside of College. The two oldest of my

Going into the fall 2014 semester, my family was not in a good place financially, and I was not mentally. Our income had been reduced, meaning I had to step up to help my family. This caused my already weakened mental state to become even more strained and took a toll on me physically. I was not able to concentrate on anything at school, work, and home, it was almost in a blur. When I resigned from the fall 2014 semester, I knew it was something that was needed to make sure I stayed healthy, mentally and physically. Two years went by and I found myself in a better place. Going into the fall 2016 semester, I found the perfect balance between studying, work, and home life. In the end I exceeded all the expectations I had set for myself in every

I remember vividly about my life semester at Brooklyn College. it was immensely chilly day and unmelted snow called for more break. Everyone at the College seemed already exhausted aside from me. I blew my breath one my freezing hands and walked around the campus vigorously as if I was not freezing at all. My excitement was too high to feel cold weather, but somehow wished the warm would come, glad me and congrats on my very first semester in here!

My time at Boston College has opened up my eyes to various parts of the country and populations that I had not previously been exposed to and this has greatly shaped how I envision my medical career to be 10 years from now. At this point in the future I will still be starting out, getting the hang of things, learning what I am best at, what I need to improve on, and what I am most passionate about. As of right now, I imagine that 10 years from now I will be a general practitioner in an area of the country with limited access to medical care. This might mean in the mountains of West Virginia, a small town in Mississippi, or a secluded area in Alaska. I will be a doctor in an area of the country that needs doctors the most and I will be forming

Today I don’t live a life of shame or insecurities. I try to my live life one day at a time and live in the moment. I try to focus on what’s in front of me and not dwell on the past. Enjoying the simple things that life has to offer me and being grateful for what I have, keeps me motivated to set and reach my goals. Remorse and embarrassment is no longer how I choose to describe my existence. I have taken responsibility for all my actions and dealt with all my consequences with integrity and dignity.

Again. It was the first day; it was the beginning. Again. On Tuesday, January 17, 2017, spring semester began at Nassau Community College. All morning long and, up until one p.m., events, both of my own making and those beyond my control, made me unhappy; within the classroom, however, within the classroom with you, I was happy.

Falling. That's what I woke up to. Not actually falling, because I was still in my bed. I was safe. Physically, maybe, but not emotionally; emotionally, I was in constant free-fall hurtling towards the surface at 9.8 m/s^2. I'm bracing myself for impacted but of course that's an involuntary action. I can tell because my heart is beating out of my chest, and not the good kind where you have butterflies fluttering away in your digestive system, but the kind where you try and resist urge to regurgitate all the contents --or lack thereof--in your stomach. No not butterflies, I don't get that luxury, instead that feeling in my stomach is a direct consequence of the moths wreaking havoc in my body. I've even named those that I just couldn't shake.