Personal Narrative: My Master's Program

Throughout my educational experience I noticed the discrepancies with regard to the advantages my peers possessed. In high school as I began exploring what career I wished to pursue, I experienced inferiority as my classmates who’ve taken the ACT three times, visited college campuses, and have had resumes ready since the 6th grade unintentionally mocked my lack of college-readiness. However, my ignorance wasn’t intentional, my parents never reached a high school education in Mexico, they couldn’t pass down SAT tips or acquire internship opportunities for me. I realized it's vital to pick up the pace to avoid being left in the dust akin to countless others in my situation. Henceforth, this statement resonates with my experience, I interpreted

During my two last years of high school, i've been in contact with a lot of colleges and universities. Many of which don’t get my attention. Throughout my whole high school years, there was only one college that i wanted to go to, Liberty University. I have heard so many wonderful things about Liberty and what i loved the most was that it was a christian school. Liberty had the number one thing that i am looking for in a college, that is a christian school, but many of my other things that i look for in a college where just not there. I used to live in Florida approximately 11 years ago and let me tell you, it's hard not to miss the sunshine state. Liberty is in Virginia, a state where it doesn't feel like home. When i received a brochure

There I was, poised with the first draft of my masters thesis, ready to jack it under the rear wheels of my car so that I could vent my anger and frustration. Never had I felt this kind of undiluted rage in dealing with a piece of writing. As far as I was concerned, the first draft was complete and therefore the entire piece was finished; however, my thesis advisor didn’t quite agree with me. A less deranged friend of mine talked me out of repeatedly backing over my thesis, and convinced me that it didn’t really matter if I did leave tire marks on it because I had multiple drafts on my disk. But still, I knew that it would just feel so good to leave some tire tread on the paper.

In a few short weeks I will be coming up to my third official year as a clinically practicing bedside registered nurse. I am feeling a mixture of emotions: Pride, restlessness, uncertainty, elation, determination, humble, and many other feelings I cannot yet describe since there is no name for them. Nursing is all I ever wanted to do. I can’t quite remember how I caught the bug but I do remember making the decision to pursue this career and never looking back.

As an adult student at Colorado Christian I'm proud to say that I never thought of even continuing my education. Only due to the fact that I have a child and a full time job. Finding out that I was able to pursue my education online is the next best thing thats ever happened to me. Understanding that I can learn from home and still be a mother has given me so much confidence. I feel like I'll have the degree I desire in absolutely no time.

When I was a kid, grandpa would tell me that an education is the key to success. He would say that the day at which you stop learning is the day at which you pass away. I have pondered this statement over the years and I have to say he was right. I am looking to pursue a Master of Education in Adult and Lifelong learning to help better educate my clientele. Instead of teaching in the classroom right out of college, I went the route of research agriculture. What I found was that even in research agriculture I was teaching. Then I changed jobs to a Field Service Representative and I found I was still teaching farmers new ways to manage the new to Arkansas crop: edamame. When going back to research agriculture in the Extension Entomology

While I cannot think of any one single episode in my past that has led me to consider furthering my education, I do think that there have been many points in my life that have helped me reach this pivotal moment in life. I think that I should start from the very beginning. I am the 4th of 5 children; three of which have earned their BA degrees. Growing up, we were poor as both my parents only had their high school education and were raised in the segregated south. Even though there were economical and racial hardships that we had to overcome, I loved growing up in the country of Jackson County, Florida. My parents were hard workers and instilled a strict work ethic in us all. Even today, I try to adhere to my upbringing and apply this work

Undoubtedly, I was in the quarterlife crisis 3 years ago before entering college because in this time I only was worried about stupid things and I didn’t be conscious of other important things for example my degree.

My graduate educational experience is far more different then undergraduate experience, because as a graduate student I’m more self-directed and self-motivated. While attending Saint Leo University as undergraduate student I didn’t put in the time and planning required having successful undergraduate program. Allow things in my life and having a lay back attitude toward things. Now starting my graduate studies, I have put more planning, time management skills, and being proactive in how will accomplish my assignment, class reading materials require for me to successful complete my graduate degree.

I can’t forget the way I felt. If I didn’t hurry-up and get higher academic grades, my third college semester would be sour as a lemon. I tried hard not to digest what my professor said. The words he whispered, inside my right ear, sent shockwaves through my veins.

I began Mrs. Auston’s interview with the first background question, tell me about your educational experiences in school. Mrs. Auston responded:

my education. The last month spent at the community college in my hometown wasted my time and

I was laid on my bed after I bade Ri a goodnight. I was pondering about anything and everything. Thousands of thoughts were racing inside my head. But the most important question among them was, whether I should sleep or not. After the events of that night, a peaceful sleep seemed like a distant memory. Getting sleep terrors every night was being stressful, both physically and mentally. It drained and strained me from inside every time. All the events of that night were still alive and fresh in my memory. Consequently, when I slept at night, these memories rewind and replay. I could still feel the igniting fire kissing my skin and scarring it. The smell of the burning blood was still fresh in my mind, as though I could still smell it

To be completely honest, I had no thoughts on what the course may be like I was just positive that I wouldn’t like it. I was ready to wash my hands of the class before it had even begun. But, again, being completely honest, it had nothing to do with the class itself, but rather my own attitude regarding my schooling so when it officially began and assignments were handed out, I struggled without a doubt. I will freely admit I lacked motivation and proper self-discipline – I wanted for the year to be over and I was all right with brushing by to wait it out. Throughout the whole semester, it is entirely up to each individual to take responsibility of their own actions and achieve goals on their own motivation. Eventually, the class forced you

In 1993, Charlie was just finishing up his bachelor’s degree at UofA when The Cooper Union selected Rick with a full scholastic scholarship. Charlie decided he wanted a master in Art and the School of Visual Arts in New York accepted him. Rick found a studio apartment. I put a deposit down and gave them $1300 a month for rent and food and they moved in. The following summer we bought them an air conditioner, delivered and installed it. There was some consternation over putting that big thing in the window, we installed it without issue. Both of them supplemented that income with outside work. Charlie found a job in the Art Directors Club, and we later determined paid for much of the food. Rick worked every summer and saved $1500-$2000 for the next year’s non-housing expenses. They spent the next two years there until Charlie finished his master’s degree. We didn’t hear much from either of them, so we assumed both were deep in study. We found out later we had lost control. Rick spent some time on extracurricular activities (e.g. unscheduled trip to Pennsylvania).