Personal Narrative: My Return To College

Returning to college, after graduating high school twenty-five years earlier, proved to be not only rewarding quite challenging as well. Viewing myself as a self-starter with extensive investigative skills I truly believed college path mapped out correctly, so I never met with an advisor, what a colossal mistake! I had self-scheduled all my courses and although I faced a few obstacles I was finally at the end. After completion of all my pre-requisites I applied to the LPN-RN Fast Track Program, little did I know my past would stop me dead in my tracks.

One of the proudest accomplishments of my life was receiving my bachelor’s degree from the University of Central Florida. As I approached the stage, I put one foot in front of the other and tried my hardest not to stumble. The crowd roared loudly, I could see Knightro dancing in the corner, it was my turn. In the three seconds that I walked across the stage, I felt a plethora of emotion but most of all… I felt fear because on the other side of the platform was the rest of my life. Unfortunately, my “life after graduation” plan was short-lived, as I found it very difficult to find employment within the first three months of graduating.

Returning to college has been a prodigious challenge. One in which I determined I would meet head on with resolution. As a fine arts student I was fortunate to find a mentor in the Paradise Valley Community College Theater Director, Andrea Robertson. Andrea perceived potential in me and encouraged pursuit my goals as a writer/director. I took the initiative to approach Andrea with the idea to write and direct my own play in the Advanced Directing course. This past fall that idea came into fruition. As a director I oversaw numerous different areas in the production of my play. These were roles filled by fellow students, allowing the opportunity to provide guidance and leadership to peers. I worked with actors, stage management, set design, prop

The droplets of rain emerge from the towering clouds as I step onto the vibrant green grass for the first time. I lock eyes with the monstrous building and tilt my head back until I have reached the roof. There I was. A stick-like, puny, first year college student looking at my home for the next four years. Yet I can't manage to take a second step. I stand there, staring at the giant brick block and lift my classic yellow rain jacket hood up over my impressively soft chocolate hair, protecting it from the harm of the rain. Four years of Ireland weather lays ahead of me. Four years of bunk beds in dorms. Four years of competing for the number one student. For years of awkward parties and tests. Four years until I'm out.

The advice that changed my life was from my boss. I had been out of high school a couple of years, and, at the time, was working full time at a store in the mall. College had always been on the horizon for me, just barely out of reach. However, when I start to think back, I see what little effort I put in to try to reach college. Every time someone asked if I planned on going, I would say yes, I just needed to save up the money, brush up on a few subjects, and get my life in order. In truth though, I was just scared of going back to school. I had not done well in high school and had in fact dropped out. So, even if I had wanted to go to school I would need to take the GED test, and that was something I was not prepared to do. So month after

Coming into College prep writing on the first day of class and hearing Mrs.Carter say “this will be one of the hardest english classes you will take in high school,” definitely scared me. The first thoughts running through my mind was I’m not good enough for this class, there is no way it will ever pass. I wanted to drop out, but instead I decided to prove myself wrong and stay in the class. Staying in this class is one thing that I will never regret. There are so many hard things that you will come upon in life, that will end up becoming one of the best learning experiences.

Going to college has been a dream of mine ever since I entered High School. I have worked rigorously throughout high school with the hopes that my grades would get me into a good college/university. However, I did not realize that getting into a college was not going to be the only obstacle, affording it was going to be the biggest.

The third but least difficult transition, was the day I left for college. My dad lost a son that was helping around the house and my mom lost the role of being a mother by doing laundry and the teachings of life. The biggest problem for them both, was knowing that their son was becoming independent and no longer needing help. They have attempted to send me money, they have attempted to get me to bring my laundry home, and they have attempted to packaged dinners for me. None of those attempts had made it, until I was going through a very rough time. Even now, as I am struggling, they begun sending me money to help with my financial stability and helped with other areas such as transportation, school, and work. They are still fighting this transition

Since this is my second time going to college my expectations a really different from the first go around over ten years ago. Going back to college after so many years will be a huge change and will take a lot of discipline to set for myself. I am here to find a career field I think best suits my family life style and me.

The day has finally arrived where I need to make a decision on what I am going to do with my future and how I am planning to get there. Currently, I work for world's leading producer and marketer of concentrated phosphate and potash. Even though I make a living that provides my family with a respectable life, it’s never been the job that I aspired to do for the remaining years of my life. After contemplating several different options I decided the most beneficial one would be to return to college. I always knew returning to college was achievable; however, as each year of my life sped by and I got older, I always came up with more and more excuses as to why I could not return to school. As an adult student I have various responsibilities to

I have been attending your school for the past few weeks and loving every minuate of it. Unfortunately, I am not going to be able to continue due to the financial situation that my mother and myself are under. Being a Senior at Ponte Vedra Highschool, I am about to continue my education in college and with that the debt that amounts upthrough student loans. After talking with the bank and other finicial institutions, they have stated that I can either get my loans for college or to finish my flight training. My love for flying began when I started playing football at the age of 11. During my football games I would stop playing on the defensive line to watch a plane land at the airport across the street. After watching these planes for two years,

When I came to the college. I don’t have any close friend same faculty. It so hard to live alone when the time past and past. it made me felt homesick all the time. I really love my family. they always cheer up me when I tired. when I have gone to practice a softball. I have to know and make a friend each other. Everyone really difference part of my life because we don’t grew up in the same town. Softball play as team. we have to get along with us because the harmony of team is important. If they have a harmony we will win. Sport can make a friend and have activities to do when I am free. This cause it makes me don’t stay alone. I have a friend to hang out with and sign up for a class in the same section. When we have a

I have danced in a studio for a long time now and if I look back I can see how far I have come since I started. I used to go to school and come home. That was it. I did not have many friends or do any extra activities after school. I was shy and awkward, with no real understanding how to really be around other people.

Slurp, went the different fonts and words down my throat! It had just been three weeks since I received the unusual craving for books. I have become very avid for drinking books. Time is drawing near to go back to school and I don’t want anyone to know about it. I had gotten the gut to tell my dad about my habit. After three hours of debating with my dad about whether I should go to school or not, we came to a conclusion that I had no choice but to go.

I was very nervous in the beginning but I tried to hide that from my client so she would feel more comfortable. I mainly listened in the beginning and started offering more answers as time went by. It felt more like a conversation then an official interview. It helped that we were in a familiar area and had an easier time talking to each other even in front of a camera. I did have a problem with my camera and had to stop halfway through to get a new one. We would have started the interview over but we had a limited time frame to work with because she had to leave soon.