Personal Narrative: My Visit To Santa Clara University

I was a student attending Grand Canyon University. As you already know my grades do not reflect what I earned in high school, there are reasons why this occurred but to be honest they were things that should not have affected me. However, they did and it was the online courses, the failed attempt to communicate and understand what was needed of me from my student advisor, the study process, and my roommates. I was used to turning things in by hand not through the internet, the school did however sent us instructions by email but it was very difficult to use. There were many steps to turn in an essay or a worksheet and you had to sure that your laptop could open all of the documents. Sometimes my laptop would crash because I had so many documents on it that it couldn't handle it.

East Carolina University is and has always been a dream school for many students including myself. I have grown up hearing about the University and it is nothing short of spectacular. Many family members of mine have attended East Carolina, and I have always pictured myself at this school. It would be an honor to be a pirate. Throughout high school I have struggled in Science and Math. I know I could have done better in high school but in life you can always do something better, im eager to push myself more and work harder than ever to succeed as an adult, if given the chance There are many times when I should I have put school in front of my extra curricular activities such as dancing, art, work, tennis, and swimming. However, all of those

HELLO GUYS!!! I have something veryyyyyyyy important to tell you! After all of my stressing about FAFSA ( Free Application Federal Student Aid) , Colleges, and Transportation, I decided to further my education at Rowan University. It took me a long time to make this decision because this wasn’t my first choice! My first choice/ dream school was LIU Brooklyn ( Long Island University) in Brooklyn, New York. I was recently accepted there and planned on attending there, but their out-of-state tuition was extremely high! Their tuition was $33,000 a year and poor black man like myself, cannot afford it. I really loved LIU because it's a great school, beautiful campus, and most of all, it's in New York. I had my whole planned before it even started,

Through my experiences and achievements at California Baptist University, I can gain an academic advantage over my peers attending other schools. The amount of programs and majors offered at CBU will help me develop as an educated and experienced woman with a strong educational background at CBU. With the help of CBU, I can grow into my full potential and maintain a great headstart in entering the real world with a strong mentality of maturity. I have always maintained upstanding grades and high GPA in high school, and my attendance at CBU will merely continue my pattern of success.

       On Thursday, August 20th 2015 I was accepted into College of Southern Nevada. On Friday, August 21st, 2015 I arrived onto the CSN West Charleston Campus at around seven o'clock in the morning to be one of the first people to take the math, reading, and writing placement tests for the day. After I took the placement tests, I went to the Student Recruitment office and spoke to a woman named Kimiko Walton. I told Kimiko about what happened to me and she recruited me. Afterwards, I purchased my textbooks from the bookstore (a typical mistake made by college freshmens). As I existed the double doors of the CSN bookstore, I told myself: "Nobody can give me the life I deserve expect myself..." On

As I sat on the couch getting ready for the first day back at school, I heard the phone in the kitchen ring. I stood up to go answer it and I heard loud footsteps coming down the stairs. My mother was running down the stairs to answer it just in case it was one of her work calls. I noticed that her voice started to crack as if she was going to cry and the smile that she once had on her face had disappeared. The person on the other end of the phone was my Uncle Dylan from California calling to let us know that Aunt Liz had died in a car wreck. We were so devastated but little did we know she left me $12k. A couple days later I received a letter in the mail saying that I had to use it to help pay for my tuition. I am looking to attend the nursing program at Lindenwood, Missouri State, or St. Louis University.

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.

I stood in front of my vanity mirror as I did every morning, a bad but an ineluctable habit of mine. I traced my scar from my eyebrow to my cheekbone with my finger. I suppose most people see scars as a sign of survivor, but all I ever saw was my weakness. I don’t mean to be querulous, I was grateful to be alive, I just seemed to constantly be reminded of my mistakes. I shook my head, wishing I could pinion myself so I could stop obsessing over it. As I was leaving that morning, my cocker spaniel sat like a portier at the front door, his big brown eyes pleading me to stay. I felt bad for having to leave him, so I went to go give him a treat. He knew what was happening as soon as I started walking towards the kitchen and started to jump around

My time at Michigan State University, so far, has been more than I could have hoped for. I’ve celebrated personal and academic victories. I’ve had the opportunity to attend every home football game with the Spartan Marching Band. Attended a victorious B1G Ten Championship game. Attended the Rose Bowl and Cotton Bowl and have more friends than any other time in my life. While sometimes it can be stressful to be a college student—managing due dates, social events, working, and maintaining focus away from Facebook and my phone—having a major I’m actually interested in, makes it all a lot easier. I have friends who, in my opinion, should not have the major they do. They hate all their classes, both pre-requisite and their actual major classes. To me, it seems a little ridiculous to continue spending money and time on an education in something you clearly have no interest in, not to mention planning for a career in the same field.

I toured many Universities while searching for the perfect fit. I wanted an academic focused school, one with well know school spirit, and one where I felt like family. The University of Florida was the last school I toured. As soon as I walked under the Plaza of Americas and into the stadium I knew. I felt a sense of community and belonging. I felt like the University of Florida could be my home, and that was something I hadn’t felt at any other campus. It was an enthusiastic welcome, a welcome to the swamp, and a welcome to the gator nation. The University of Florida has become my home away from home.

The University of Central Florida is known for its refreshingly diverse atmosphere. The multicultural and multinational aspect of the campus immediately drew me to the school. The high school I attended, like UCF, was notable for its fusion of students of various cultures and backgrounds. I found this highly effective. I was given the opportunity to interact with students of diverse backgrounds over the last 4 years.

“Yes Yes Yes!” I woke up to the sound of my father cheering as he made a trade on his stocks. As I struggled to open my eyes, the flashing lights projected off of the television screen blinded me as I squinted to look around. The bright images of a news reporter and an abundance of numbers shining from the television and computer monitors were the only sources of light in the room. Vision still blurred, I turned my head and saw my father sitting at his work desk hunched over, staring at the two computer screens with great intensity. Being nine, I felt a great rush simply being awake in the middle of the night. I tiptoed and glanced over my dads shoulder with eyes filled with wonder. On the computer screen I saw an infinite list of company names with red and green numbers, and on the desk a sea of scattered papers along with some snacks and red bulls to keep him up at night. This was my dad’s control station, where he did all his work. He lifted me up and sat me on his lap, as if to let me take reins of his battle ship. As we both looked at the monitors with fascination, he quoted one of his favorite movies, Wall Street, and said, “You see money never sleeps.” Ever since that special

I found out about Boston University through the Naviance service, when I was in 10th grade and beginning my search into colleges. Personally, I have always been interested in the fields of politics and international relations, finding a deep concern for the decisions taken by government officials, which establishes the policies that address certain issues, and how these have affected and continue to affect the world in myriad of ways. As I looked further into Boston University, I found out about the Frederick S. Pardee School of Global Studies, and that led me to grow very attached to the thought of applying to BU. From the start of my college search, I knew that I had my heart set on applying, not only because it is excellent in what I am

On my unofficial visit to the campus at Santa Clara, I got a feel for how tight-knit of a community there is at the university. The people were genuine and friendly, and the staff went out of there way to make sure that I felt comfortable at my future home. Although I am not an engineering major, I was blown away by the sustainable houses that had been built on campus as part of an engineering project. However, the church on campus had to be the most beautiful part of my entire visit. The sheer beauty of Santa Clara is one of the reasons that I would like to spend my next four years there. I was also impressed by the basketball court and the facilities for athletes.

“What!?!? No this can’t be true! How did I not think of it before?! How did I not connect the dots?!”. I am Delilah Marie Gonzalez by day, but Cobolt Fire by night. That was me freaking out back there. Let me start from the beginning.