Personal Narrative: My View On College Writing

Distant, cold, and non-existent describes my relationship with writing. My relationship with writing has never been a close relationship. Writing has always been difficult for me. I have never hated writing, but it has been a constant challenge for me. I will be discussing my fears of writing, the value of being able to express your ideas through writing, and what excites me about writing more and more.

Alfreda was a first generation college student. She had a difficult academic experience being one of only four African American students majoring in animal science. She used her social life to help her cope with the experience. Alfreda mentioned Zinck 's night which is a campus tradition named after a bar keeper in Ithaca that owned a bar that was a haven for college students. Alfreda found no interest in this event, however, she did participate in Slope day because it was an opportunity for her and her friends to celebrate the last day of school. Instead of participating in the university-wide homecoming, she mentions a separate homecoming sponsored by a Black fraternity, Alpha Phi Alpha and the Festival of Black Gospel. She states:

Well for me writing is my weak point. Although it is my weak point I have still been learning and I am up for more opinions on how to better my writing skills. I can say that my writing skills have gone up some since I have been enrolled Bethel University. When I first started here I was terrified, especially when I found out that Bethel is a writing based college. I still get nervous and scared at the beginning of every class and I stay nervous till I see how I am doing in the class. There has been many teachers that have helped inspire me and those that have taught me to never give up no matter what. So the advice I would give to my boss or family is to never give up. We all face hard times and we all have things we are not so good at. It

As my high school years were coming to an end, all anyone could talk about was college. Where they were going, what state they would be a resident in, and what they would major in, what campus they would be visiting that weekend. I, however, thought I had it all under control. I thought that when my Senior year came by it would all fall in to place. That's crazy, right? The shows that I grew up watching did not have to deal with this. That is when expectation went out the window and reality kicked me in the butt. I had five months left to start applying to colleges and looking in to different campuses that offered my dental hygiene program. Lucky for me, my community college had a two year program.

Earning a B in my first college writing course was the first time felt like a successful writer. English in general has always been one of my stronger subjects, but I struggle with writing the most. I tend to get overwhelmed by the writing process. Seeing my grade was evidence that I could communicate effectively through writing. I have not only expanded my knowledge for writing from College Writing, but I also gained confidence as a writer. My process as a writer starts with a blank page on Microsoft Word. To get creative juices flowing, I free write ideas down as they are generated, whether they be fragments or sentences. After getting all the ideas out, I form them into more complete sentences if needed. Next I sort sentences groups based

I believe that when people come together, it’s a beautiful thing. And when someone who can’t do something tries to do it and everyone else helps, that is a great moment.

During my searches for colleges to attend following my senior year of high school, WLC had come as a high recommendation from my older sister, Lauren, a current undergrad student at WLC.  At the time, I was looking to go into Digital Media as my major, though things have now changed.  At the time of my initial visit and admissions process I was quite impressed with the school and found it to be in my top 3.  I've been in the Lutheran church my whole life (WELS while in New York and LCMS after moving to Wisconsin) as well as attending private Lutheran school from grade school through high school, so it seemed like a natural continuation.  I loved the campus, small class size, and the general vibe I got from the visit.  However, at the time wanting to go into Media, I felt less enthusiastic about the

Due to my financial situation, I had no other choice but to stop attending UIC for the time being. During my Sophomore year, my financial aid was revoked at UIC due to SAP. Managing my time was also a big issue for me at the time; working 30+ hrs a week, having a huge workload from school and barely sleeping, it took a huge toll on my mental and physical state. Freshman year, I selected 5 classes totaling, 16 credit hours, and that was the toughest transition coming from high school to college. The transition was hard and I wasn’t able to adapt quickly, I found myself lost and very unsociable during my years of UIC. I did not make any classmates, friends until my sophomore year of college. All these factors made it tough for me to do exceptional

College was always that one thing that seemed so far away to me. My whole life I remember people talking about it and all I could think about was how it seemed so for away; that I couldn’t possibly make it that far. But lo and behold, here I am; a freshman in college. Starting college of course comes with many fears; “What if I miss a class? What if I forget to do my homework? What if I get too homesick? Am I even ready for this?”. But out of all of those minor concerns, only one really makes me worried: What if I fail at my dream? I have always wanted to be an artist. I doodled everyday, taught myself the skills and even experimented with different methods and media. So it only seemed fitting that I become an artist (An animator to be more

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.

Learning from Indroduction to University Writing, sounds like it is a lot of work. Since I have been out of school for a real long time. It is an interesting, and challenging class.

May 1st has become known as National College Decision Day, the final day universities will allow students to either accept decline offers of admission. Leading up to this day, students may feel heavy confusion about the future and what it will hold. The factors contributing to this confusion vary from student to student, but the urgency to make a decision does not. Personally, I thought I had avoided this confusion. My life seemed laid out, the dream had always been to attend the University of Iowa and become a Hawkeye. My trip to Iowa City was intriguing, yet failed to give a feeling of sureness that it was where I belonged. During January of 2016, I took a trip with family to visit my sister in Tucson, Arizona, and visited The University

Believe it or not, I began my life in college. My mother moved me to Austin when I was just six months old. She was only nineteen, studying as a full time student at the University of Texas. She was also raised in a small town with a strong family. However, conceiving a child at such a young age in college only added another obstacle of becoming a single mother while being a student. After years of dedication and hard work, she graduated with a 4.0 GPA in nursing. Shortly after, she became what she aspired to be; a registered nurse, through the support of her family and drive to overcome adversity.

I make major life decisions by asking people how to past high so I can research the best college for me. If I don't go to the right college it will make me stress out or I might not like it. If I don't ask the right people they might tell me something that is wrong. To buy a car I will look up what the car has on the car. This is what I have to do when I go to college.

After the initial stumbling block more commonly known as residential life, I faced the towering challenge of settling into classes. Once I had registered (which was itself something of a dilemma), I had in my hand a sheet of abbreviations that rivaled a military briefing or a computer manual. My first class, on a Thursday morning, was located in a building called CBW, which stood for Classroom Building West. Surely the