Personal Narrative: My Plan For Student Success

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

The progression of my education goals are as follows: My short term educational goal is to accepted as a nursing student here at York Technical College. My next goal will be to graduate from the nursing program as a Registered Nurse.

Procrastination is one of my biggest downfalls however I can fix this by practicing better time management skills. Throughout the college process I can foresee this as being an ongoing challenge because i'll know that I have enough time to get an assignment done but depending on the assignment i'll wait two days or a day before to complete it,and it's not on purpose it's simply because i'm not managing my time

Four years of college, a lot of learning, but lost as to my real purpose in life. This was reality in my final semesters of my Baccalaureate program, that is until I signed up for Ceramics I in the Fall of 2013 to curb the curiosity I held for clay since my first tub of air-dry clay at seven years old. After my first month in the ceramics studio under Piero Fenci my childlike wonder and excitement was reawakened. I knew that I had to continue working in and learning everything about this amazing medium.

My first semester of college, I detached my retina and underwent emergency eye surgery two weeks before finals. The surgery restored my vision, but I wouldn’t be able to do strenuous activity or read for two weeks. I wanted to make a full recovery, however I also wanted to take my finals, and receive high grades. My doctor understood how important my classes were to me, and we created a plan where I would be able to take my finals, and still make a full recovery. The first week, was rest with no reading, but my family could quiz me. During the second week, if my eye felt okay I could read in short segments. Finals week, I could take my finals but no extra activity. My professors and I worked to make a similar agreement to cover the material

Currently I am employed, however I'm only working about 3 hrs a week which is hardly enough for me to pay for transportation to and from college. Aside from that I don't qualify for fafsa. My end goal education wise, is to obtain either a Master or Doctorate in Physics, Botany, or Astrophysics. If I do qualify, and actually receive this book grant it would help to alleviate some of the financial stress that many college students face, and I feel it would allow me to focus primarily on my classes without having to worry about paying for books with money I don't have. I would simply have peace of mind, by knowing that I have college books taken care of and I don't have to worry about

This semester has been a challenge for me. Before, I arrived in this class I didn’t know certain things. I never been a good write but this class has pushed me to work harder. I have always been good at speaking my point out verbally, instead of writing it out.. I improved on expanding my paragraphs, staying on topic, and I’m still need working on style and voice.

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.

The number of college students has been trending upwards in the past decade. However, despite the increase in access to college education, different researchers show that the American college students may not be learning as expected (Stoesz, 2013). Learning experience varies among college students. It is not surprising that people with same academic credentials – the same list of course with same grades- have a different learning experience. This essay will explore my experience in college, mainly, what I learned in college.

An estimated 90% of college students procrastinate, and 25% of these students are chronic procrastinators, and lots of them drop out of college (Knaus, 2010). Majority of college students claim to be procrastinators which in the end hurts them. Some Psychologists even think that procrastination is a learned behavior (Marano, 2010). This learned behavior could come from other students that surround you or it could come from parents who put off taxes and paying bills, which in turn shows the child that it is okay to push things off to the

Truck driving is very dangerous you have to be prepared. It is a very dangerous job and requires knowledge. The way I am going to be successful is if I graduate high school. Next I need to first get a class b driver license and then get a class A license. These process take a while to get but it is worth it.

I am a student who has taken classes at many of the Peralta colleges; Berkeley City College, Merritt and Laney. My highest aspiration is to major in Economics and Business and I am currently looking to transfer to a 4 year university. Someday, I would like to have my own business.

My goal at Clark college as a running start student is to graduate my Senior year in high school with both my high school diploma and my AA at Clark in Spring 2018.

I work for Westwood College, in-fact I started working for Westwood when I was 22

It was the first day of kindergarten and I remember walking into the classroom feeling like an alien who had disembarked from a spaceship. My mom introduced me in her broken English to the teacher. “Hi everyone, this is Anna Ramashkevich,” the teacher exclaimed. The class erupted into laughter. “Richmanivich, Ramach…” she stuttered, trying to correct herself before accepting defeat and sending me utterly humiliated with my alien-green head and antennas to the ground into a crowd of mocking kindergarteners.