Personal Narrative: My Trip To Boston College

If I could go back in time and relive a particularly difficult moment in my life, I will work part-time in the weekend in high school. I want to save my money. I want to travel other state. I also want to see my childhood friends. I wish I spend more time to have fun with my friends when I was young. When I first came here I went to school and I didn't how many class I have to take the class and to pass the MACS. I spent one more year to get my diploma. I wish if I know all this I will take class that require. I will go to Middlesex Community College early to practice the MACS because they have MACS class. After I going Middlesex Community College I pass the MACS. It is very helpful to go there. I learned a lot of MACS how to answer the open

When my physics professor told me that, I was rather upset than happy. I am here to learn, not to only know couple of equations for the test. College classes are designed to challenge students, not to give easy A’s. My time with Harford Community College was great but not challenging enough. I desire more hands-on experience and research projects, which my community college both lack of. This is when I realize that I need to transfer to somewhere that would give me a lot of opportunities to shine.

During admission into Bronx Community College, I faced one of the most stressful predicaments academically. After applying, and having my transcripts mailed, I waited about two weeks before calling to ensure the transcripts were received. An admission counselor confirmed all transcripts were received and in the process of being reviewed. Five weeks later, during the first week of registration, I was informed one of the transcripts had been misplaced. Avoiding any further delay, I hand delivered the missing transcript. A few weeks later, I received a registration appointment. I was put on a list, received a number, and waited 9am to 5pm on a line for two days until my name was called. Unfortunately, while sitting with an advisor I found out

Wellesley College is an extraordinary college that provides all I could ever seek in a college. It has various majors to choose from, extraordinary interactions with professors and students, and an inspirational atmosphere full of great women from various backgrounds. I never knew that such college would have all the preferences I wanted. The more I learned about Wellesley the more I realized that this is a true college in which I could work in and get to where I want to be. As the first in my family to go to college it is vital for me to remain true to myself and empower myself as a hispanic woman. Education is essential to everyone, but to me I believe is a way in which I could represent my capacity. Though there is

Last week at East, we had students going to the community college two days in a row and a school sponsored blood drive. The county office and community college scheduled the college days for our CTE students and seniors. It was hectic to say the least and the teachers had to be flexible. Some of the drove buses, others covered classes to give our students the opportunity to visit with college representatives and local business owners. By the end of the week, I could sense there was an undercurrent of stress. The feel or pulse of the school was off and by Friday, we had several teachers absent. To show appreciation, and to help combat high staff absents on Fridays I asked for money to buy the staff ice cream and to begin Fun Friday.

When I was a senior in high school my father had his second heart attack and had to have open heart surgery. Upon Graduation from High School in May 2016, I made the decision to move in with my Father who is a sixty-eight-year-old Disabled Vietnam Veteran with many health issues. During my Freshman year at Pearl River Community College, his health had declined and the doctors discovered that he had an aneurysm in his chest and blockages in his legs. Thankfully after his surgery was completed and he was able to come back home, I was to be on break so I could stay with him and help with whatever he needed. I am one of six children and have chosen to take care of him and live there in lieu of working outside of College. The two oldest of my

My time at Boston College has opened up my eyes to various parts of the country and populations that I had not previously been exposed to and this has greatly shaped how I envision my medical career to be 10 years from now. At this point in the future I will still be starting out, getting the hang of things, learning what I am best at, what I need to improve on, and what I am most passionate about. As of right now, I imagine that 10 years from now I will be a general practitioner in an area of the country with limited access to medical care. This might mean in the mountains of West Virginia, a small town in Mississippi, or a secluded area in Alaska. I will be a doctor in an area of the country that needs doctors the most and I will be forming

During Spring 2015 term, I withdrew from Middlebury College due to severe thyroid infection. I had contracted the illness during Fall 2014 academic term, but my doctors, both personal and emergency, failed to understand its severe nature. So, I was cleared to go back to school for the spring term. Unfortunately for me, however, I was readmitted to Porter Hospital in Middlebury within weeks. My illness prevented me from attending classes, fulfilling my duties as a student assistant, and made me severely weak. Hence, upon pressure from the doctors and my family, I withdrew from the college and treated my illness during the spring

My freshman year at Community College of Philadelphia was interesting and a great learning experience. Being a criminal justice major we have requirements that is needed to be completed. I tried to take the easy way out and it backfired on me. I took SOC 101 online and the professor taught me a lesson of tough love. He failed me and told me “come back when you’re serious.” I was embarrassed and disappointment in myself. Since that day I took college seriously and every experience been good.

I can still feel the sting, despite this event occurring nearly three years ago, upon being told by a fellow classmate on the first day of class that he would be more successful than me because I was “just some public school kid”. At my undergraduate school, the majority of students were native Louisvillians and alumna of the local private Catholic schools. They appeared to be cultured, refined, some clearly wealthy, and I was…. Not. I was a cowboy boot wearing, “hey, how y’all doing” drawling, public school educated girl from a working class family.

I am a 2008 graduate of Moneague College. On Wednesday April 26, 2017 I had a representative visited the Port Maria Campus to apply for an unofficial transcript. On the same day I spoke with Ms. Nicole Betton and outlined my situation to her. She advised me to have the bearer pay the transcript fee and that I should send her an email with my information. Ms. Betton responded to my email stating that she found a copy of the transcript I had requested in 2012 and that she would have it scan and emailed by Friday which I assumed would have been Friday April 28, 2017. (Please see screen shot below).

My love for Barnard College first blossomed freshman year of high school, when my college search began. Before

Throughout my life I have always known that I would attend Hofstra University, since practically everyone in my family graduated from Hofstra. Growing up I vividly remember everyone wearing their blue and yellow sweatshirts representing their Hofstra pride. I always envied them, and since then I have always known Hofstra was the school for me. Now when I have finally come of age to apply to schools it felt like a "no-brainer" to apply. Yet when I began researching the university I found that Hofstra is truly the perfect match for me and not just because of my family. When I went on my first tour to Hofstra it was cold and rainy but the campus was still beautiful. During the tour, the guide talked about the "leap program" which quickly grasped

I have recently started my first college class. While, yes, I am only a freshman I have found it to be very helpful and educational. A friend of mine introduced it to me and my school counselor pushed me to do it. The class is called Intro to College and Careers. It’s exactly as it sounds. We’ve been learning about college life, what that entails and how to manage a job and money. But it’s just as fun as it is hard. Although it probably isn’t as hard as I think it is. It’s just different. I’m not that big on writing, which I think comes from my short attention span. I’m able to listen to the professor then all of the sudden am thinking about the birds and their migratory patterns.

About four months ago, I made the decision to attend graduate school. I submitted the application and then received an email from my enrollment counselor a few days later. We have been communication off and on in regards to when I will start classes and the whole process. At the end of December, I received an email stating that I will start graduated classes at the end of February or the beginning of March. At the very moment I was excited, but then I began to panic. My perception of graduate school was that it was difficult and a lot of writing. After having a moment of anxiety, I began to pray and ask God for guidance and direction. I evaluated my life with or without a master degree and how it will open up to better business opportunities