Personal Narrative: My Experience Of Moving To The University Of Arizona

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?

In my life, I have had to make made many difficult choices, each with their own consequences, but the most significant choice I made occurred three years ago; I decided to leave my home state of Maine, and enroll in Texas A&M University. This decision has had a major impact on my life, and continues to influence my life today for better and for worse. I've grown to be more independent, but as the same time my debt increases every semester.

I reached the apex of my adventure in Chinatown, easily my favorite part of the city. The lively Cantonese banter that echos through the streets leaves me wishing I could join it myself. The unique eateries in the ethnic center provide me with comestible gateways to the culture of my ancestors—well a quarter of them. It may not be the shiniest part of Boston, but to me it's the brightest. It’s lively, kinetic, and inviting. As hard as I tried, I could not get picture that fully captured each of these aspects. But the vitality of Chinatown can’t be experienced through pictures, it has to be discovered in

I started my college education at Chandler-Gilbert Community College, then to GCU. My passion to help others was evident in the classroom resulting in my professors recommending that I became a tutor at the college’s learning center. I worked there for three semesters tutoring math and science. In addition, I volunteered at Chandler Regional Medical Center where I accumulated over 300 service hours working in the post-anesthesia care unit (PACU). After earning my bachelor’s degree, I was offer a position to work in the CV-ICU at Banner-University Medical Center. I am also an RN supervisor at Southwest Behavioral

In the fall of 2005, I took my first steps onto the campus of Appalachian State University with my sister who was entering as a freshman. One of my most vivid memories from my childhood is walking hand in hand with my then eighteen year old, wide eyed, and prospective sister into the Watauga dorms. Afterwards, as we left down King Street, I distinctly remember gazing back towards the magnificent North Carolina mountains and yearning to stay. Even at the age of five, I knew that one day I would follow in her footsteps and become an Appalachian Mountaineer.

Tumultuous is the word I would use to describe my personal transition to the University of Wisconsin-Eau Claire. Maybe tumultuous exaggerates my experience slightly, but I did endure my fair share of highs and lows. I was born and raised in Appleton, Wisconsin which is about three hours from Eau Claire. As much as I thought I was prepared to leave the safety of home behind, I soon realized that my sense of security was false. It was probably week five that I had a little meltdown; I seriously questioned whether I wanted to be at Eau Claire or not. I’m an English Education major and examining the Appleton Area School District, and surrounding communities reveal that many of the educators in my desired teaching area graduated from Oshkosh. I

I am Efrashia Nicole Crespin and I was raised here in Las Cruces, New Mexico. I had recently moved to Hobbs, New Mexico and came back to finish my high school career and start at New Mexico State University the following semester. I am majoring in the school of Hotel, Restaurant, and Tourism Management as for short we call it HRTM. I have received numerous scholarships from the university in pursing in bachelors here at New Mexico State. I am grateful for the opportunities the school as offered to me coming from a very low income family.

As a faculty member, I have experience teaching to diverse audiences. During my time at Youngstown State University, I worked within a student population that had a significant minority and low-income population. I provide opportunities for all students within my courses. In my class, I foster an environment where students are respectful yet feel safe to offer diverse opinions that will be of benefit to everyone in the class. Within my courses I often add an assignment to write about a diversity issue within community. I have also brought speakers to my classes from various minority communities.

I fell in love with her at the age of six. Her and I were going to be together forever. When the teacher came up to me and told me how perfect we were each other at the bake sale in second grade, I knew. When I went to fairs to sell cell phone cases with my dad and she was always with me, I knew. As we grew older, the closer we got and the more her and I understood each other. At this point, she had turned into a part of me, it was no longer her and I but rather we. Coming to University of Texas at Austin, has admittedly created a strain on our relationship. I was not sure if our relationship should continue, were we really meant for each other? I did not know her, I did not know how we would change the world, but now I do. This is the story

For the past fourteen years I have lived in San Antonio, an expansive city of over 1.4 million inhabitants from many different cultures. Ranging from authentic Mexican restaurants to the historic Alamo, the attractions of San Antonio offer everything a tourist could ask for. Yet, other aspects of San Antonio have caught my attention over the years; the city seems to possess many contrasts, some more obvious than others. For example, the buildings of San Antonio range from simple brick structures to metal behemoths. Like the small buildings dwarfed by the large structures above them, a seemingly small truth lies hidden in the shadows of San Antonio’s magnanimous culture and beauty. A short distance away from the center of my city’s activity, its downtown, spans the south side of San Antonio, whose cracked streets lack the new shine of the north side’s smooth roads. Over the past few years, I have noticed filthy street dogs, and the occasional rotting carcass, laying in the middle of the road side by side with the homeless who sit under bridges begging. Rather than place emphasis on what has already gained acceptance and appreciation, my mind is drawn to the darker side of my society, which is often dismissed as an unavoidable part of life. These seemingly insignificant aspects of the city have revealed something deeper about myself than what I had previously

I moved to Pocatello in August of 2014. I felt the anxiety course through me the entire 250 mile trek from Boise. My hands were shaking, and my breathing hastened. I was starting my new life, and I was both excited and terrified. I felt waves of emotions weeks after I moved and as my first semester progressed, I began feeling more disconnected from the university. I struggled a lot socially and became extremely sedentary. I spent my days holed up in my dorm room watching Netflix, and eating junk food. I felt the loneliness creep in and I felt so vulnerable. I began to question if Idaho State was really the right fit for me. I contemplated transferring and looked into other schools, but ultimately I had to finish the academic year out at Idaho

Since I got to Texas State University, I have had a lot of busy weekends because I play for the tennis team and we travel a lot. The first tournament we played was here in our tennis complex, and it was a great experience. We played against St Edwards University, and although there were difficult matches and it was very hot, our team got the win.

After graduating from TCU I hope to discover that I am equipped with a superb education and that I am more than qualified to compete for employment in the global market. The internships I serve, while attending TCU, would have made my resume stand out from the rest. I would hope to discover that because of my experiences at TCU, I am able to do great things throughout the world, connecting with the very accomplished alum from TCU. I also believe that having attended TCU would only continue to strengthen my Christian

“The glory of God is intelligence.” One motto of the school I have daydreamed about since I was five years old. It was at that age that I first learned about college; one of my cousins had returned from BYU for Christmas break, and gave me a lesson in postsecondary education. Listening with as much attention as a child can muster to her glowing praises of the school, students, and education she was receiving, and the spirit that is present in every aspect of BYU life, I decided right then that someday, I was going to attend BYU. At the time, it was the only college I knew about, but that in no way lessened my conviction that there was no better university in the world. Fast forward several years and I am a freshman in high school, sitting in

Once I received my driver's license a sense of freedom came over me, and I found myself exploring my hometown of Palm Springs. My love for photographing unique places led me driving to remote locations all over town. I discovered hidden murals in back allies, coffee shops that gave me clarity and comfort, consignment stores filled with odd commodities , and estate sales; where I once met the most interesting man that forever changed the way I viewed the world and myself. On a Saturday, as I drove around looking for bright neon signs pointing in the direction of a garage sale, I found myself instead driving towards an antique district hosting its monthly parking lot sale. My friend Paige and I decided to take a walk inside the many galleries