Personal Narrative: My Journey To Appalachian State University

East Carolina University is and has always been a dream school for many students including myself. I have grown up hearing about the University and it is nothing short of spectacular. Many family members of mine have attended East Carolina, and I have always pictured myself at this school. It would be an honor to be a pirate. Throughout high school I have struggled in Science and Math. I know I could have done better in high school but in life you can always do something better, im eager to push myself more and work harder than ever to succeed as an adult, if given the chance There are many times when I should I have put school in front of my extra curricular activities such as dancing, art, work, tennis, and swimming. However, all of those

I would be lying if I said Rock Valley College was my first choice when it came down to choosing a place to continue my studies. Then again, like many others students, I didn’t have a

“Aidan, please go to college,” my grandfather stated, after receiving his terminal cancer diagnosis. This meant thousands of possibilities, but I was piqued by Wake Forest’s prestigious reputation and programs. This engendered an unofficial visit, during which the Cleveland Indians were playing. As I was strolling through campus, I saw someone with an Indian’s “C” on his shirt, so I exclaimed, “Go Tribe!” He was ecstatic about the game that night. Eventually our conversation branched out and he explained the advantages of attending Wake, like the great professors and peers I could meet here. His inviting nature made my interest in Wake grow exponentially. His praise of the school was genuine. Since people love this school so much

I had the opportunity to interview my friend’s mother, Kathi Romley who went to the University of Arizona from 1985 to 1989. She graduated in the May of 1989. This interview took place in a coffee shop in Phoenix, in which I learned a lot about the generous alums here at the University of Arizona while sipping on some coffee.

On August 10, 2016 I started my journey at Roanoke Valley Early College. My older brother and sister both attended RVEC and they would always try to tell me what to expect. The RVEC experience is an experience that had to experience myself. My first month at RVEC has really been a learning experience. I’ve had some good experience and only one bad experience, but I guess that’s just part being in early college.

Wilmington started out as home, then became just a vacation. After years of moving and resisting the pull to move back, I finally made the best and brightest decision I think I have ever made. I am moving home, and in the process, I thought there would be no better place to further my education than The University of North Carolina at Wilmington. I have recently taken a year off in between high school and pursuing my college education, and frankly, I think it has been one of the most humbling experiences of my life. I have learned to appreciate everything that was taught by my parents and the schooling I have received. In that year I took part in America's workforce constantly facing the struggles of being independent and caring for myself,

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.

Although somewhat surprised by not getting accepted to Washington State University’s medical college, he did get accepted to Keystone which, according to Nickie, was no surprise at all. Aware of Keystone’s pigeonhole protocol for selecting prospective students, Nickie felt he was the only Keystone applicant who occupied a pigeonhole devoted to a resident of Dunmore who held a bachelor’s degree from King’s and a master’s degree from Washington State, married a princess of both the Athabaskan and Navajo tribes, and honorably served his country during the Vietnam War for seventy-two hours at Fort Dix.

I stood in front of my vanity mirror as I did every morning, a bad but an ineluctable habit of mine. I traced my scar from my eyebrow to my cheekbone with my finger. I suppose most people see scars as a sign of survivor, but all I ever saw was my weakness. I don’t mean to be querulous, I was grateful to be alive, I just seemed to constantly be reminded of my mistakes. I shook my head, wishing I could pinion myself so I could stop obsessing over it. As I was leaving that morning, my cocker spaniel sat like a portier at the front door, his big brown eyes pleading me to stay. I felt bad for having to leave him, so I went to go give him a treat. He knew what was happening as soon as I started walking towards the kitchen and started to jump around

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.

My experience at North Carolina A&T has been great in many ways. I appreciate the activities offered on campus, the football games, and also the parties! There are only a few things I dislike about the school which is the food and the housing. I wish there were different alternatives to choose from in the dome, like Chinese food, Zaxby's, or KFC. I absolutely hate having a roommate, since I have never had to share a room before. If the size of my room was bigger, I wouldn’t mind. My first choice was to attend Clark Atlanta University, but I received my scholarships to late. I have been trying to decide whether or not I should transfer to Georgia, which I have not made up my mind yet. All in all, I believe NCAT may be the right school for me.

Upon my return to Penn State for my junior year, I soon came to realize that I need to find out a way to realize my dream. Based on some research I did, U-Mich just come straight to my mind, and I firmly bought a ticket to Ann Arbor. When I visited Ann Arbor this summer, I was impressed by the breath of offering of LSA, especially the Statistics departmen

In March of last year, Mr. Stauffer took his family advocacy in which I am included in it to Johnson County Community College field trip. Throughout the JCCC tour, I gained a lot of beneficial information. I was excited to attend because that’s the college I want to go to. The goal of this trip was to see different options related to scholarships, work-studies, and more importantly, the engineering field. Learning about the engineering options at JCCC and beyond has been a great boon to my career goal and a humongous step on the path I will take to get closer to success. Therefore, this field trip satisfied my expectations by learning the campus much better that will fulfill my assumptions towards JCCC. This field trip made me realize that

On the day my family came to tour the USF campus back in September 2014, I dropped my mother off at the John and Grace Allen Building. I told her to walk straight under the building and through the trellises, past the bull fountain and into the Marshal Student Center to wait for me, but she got lost, very lost and ended up over past the Education building. My mother’s frustration and anger at how confusing the layout was to her was growing and her image of the University I wanted to call home was dropping fast. My mother was amazed at the kindness of