Personal Narrative: Pin-Point In College

One the most traumatic events that occurred in my life was losing my mother at the age of nine. I was the eldest of five when my mother passed away due to Breast cancer in 1986. She was twenty –eight when her life came to an end. Being the eldest a lot of responsibilities were left towards me, when it came to taking care of my sisters for instance: washing, cooking, folding clothes and combing hair. At the time my younger sisters were between the ages 7-2. My father was thirty –three and had to work all the time to provide for us.

I was born very early and had teenage parents who did not really have their life together at that time. My parents were both high school dropouts. My dad dropped out because school was not for him and he just wanted to work and get money and my mom dropped out because school was not for her also and she was pregnant with me and did not want to deal with school. My dad worked everyday to keep our family moving and my mom just stayed at my grandmas house with me because obviously she had to take care of me. So we were living by paycheck to paycheck. One year later my sister was born and two years later after that my other sister was born. Since my parents really did not have that much money to get our own place we would live at my grandmas house to my papa’s house but at times we would have to camp out at the beach because we had no other choice. When we would live at the beach I would think that we were just camping for fun but I did not realize that we did not have any place to stay. My parents clothed me and my sisters, provided food for us, but we did not have a house over our head. So

Last year I took a few classes at Columbus State Community College. There were definitely some changes that I had to make so my life could still run smoothly. Some of the things that changed were my extracurricular activities. I had to swim less often than before because I had classes or homework that I needed to do. My study habits didn’t change very much, surprisingly. I still did my work sooner instead of later. I won’t say I always did it as soon as I could because while that would have been optimal it didn’t always work out. And I made sure I always got the work that was due first, done first. Also during the school year my classes at Columbus State were on Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday. In addition to those I still had all

It happened all through-out college. I had always heard stories about body-shaming with overweight individuals, but I never thought that it would happen to myself or the millions of other young women on college campuses.

Going into college, I knew that there will be an abundance of life lessons learned, but I did not ken that I would be able to absorb so much in such a short duration. This past year in college, I gained vital skills and grew stronger mentally. College is a place where everyone learns from their failures and successes, and with that, there are numerous things to learn from that. My experiences in college edified me how to work with others, communicate with professionals efficaciously, and make perdurable relationships. In addition, being away from home and living in an unfamiliar environment without my family availed me to become independent. Surviving on my own, I learned to make my bed, cook, do laundry, clean up after myself, and more. College taught me skills beyond the classroom, and it withal a leeway to becoming independent away

Unfortunately, neither of them were able to finish their schooling due to having to support themselves after moving out. My sisters were miserable. Their husbands were not exactly, at the time, prepared. Everything was handed down to my sisters and I don’t know what struck such bad luck towards both of them! The taste of freedom had gotten best of them. To this day, my father is still suffering the burden of his two older daughters. I would constantly see my father cradling each of my sister every time they sought solace in our home away from their husbands. My heart aches each time I’d listen to the cries of my

I believe that the College Glo-Up is very real! People often rely as a college change to be a phase in life, but people don’t realize that college is a place where people are finding themselves. When people get in college, their perception is that they have an entirely new lifestyle. It is as if you have run away from town and can start from a clean slate. You make all new friends and can basically change your life without people knowing your history.

I have been in avid since my freshman year of high school and I can honestly say it has really changed my view of college.My freshman year of high school I wasn't even sure I wanted to go to college being that no one in my family went to college I was slightly discouraged.Through avid I learned about college and how it could really change my future.Avid helped me learn organizational skills and study skills that I didnt have before.We learned about taking cornell notes and using our binders as part of our organizational techniques.By becoming more organized I was able to see my grades drastically improve as well.Another concept AVID introduced was the use of planners of course before hand I knew what a planner was but I never really thought

Everyone knows about Yale University. It’s one of the best Ivy League schools in the country. It was an honor and a shock to be accepted. The past 3 semesters have been a dream, however this last one has been a nightmare. 3 weeks after winter break I was attacked by some invisible entity. I was walking home from my night class when I felt a breezy, not unusual for the campus during winter. I wasn’t thrown off until I realized the sky was a pinkish purple tint, being 8 o’clock at night the sky should be black and glowing from the light of the moon. Then I smelled a faint hint of lavender which was extremely odd because all the plants on campus are dead. The next thing I remember is being in bed rassling with something I couldn’t

My college goals include transferring from Merced College to Stanislaus State University. I began the application process in November. I will complete my requirements here at Merced College this semester for my Associates Degree Transfer. I'm majoring in Psychology and hope to receive my Bachelors in Arts at Stanislaus State. My career goals include attaining an instructional aide position as soon as I receive my AA from Merced College. I haven't had any luck applying for that position however, I'm hopeful my luck will change. I have attended approximately eight to ten instructional aide position interviews and volunteer at a local Elementary School in Chowchilla. I believe the more education I receive, the better a candidate I will become

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.

These past two semesters at Palo Alto, I have not done as well as I wanted to, I failed both semesters with under a 2.0 GPA. I started off well, went to class, and finished the homework on time, I also studied whenever I had the chance. But towards the middle of the first semester many things were not going so great back at home. To start off, my sister attends college at the Red McCombs business school at UT Austin, I would sometimes have to miss classes to drive her up to Austin for her classes and wait for her to finish. In the middle of all that, my mom had fallen ill, and my dad had to take days off to be with her in the hospital. Everything started to pile up and my father began to stress out really bad.

In 2008, my parents decided that the next step to further build their lives was to buy a home. Around this time, the house market was flourishing in Cape Coral so my parents used some of their savings, packed our stuff, and moved us to a new place. A few months later, the stock market crashes and my mom couldn't find any employment in any line of work leaving her to settle as a county bus driver barely even knowing the language. And as if we already weren't struggling enough in 2009 my mom got pregnant with my younger sister and around this time business in my dad's shop was falling apart. Having a new baby in the family meant having another mouth to feed, but despite this my parents were happy with the new addition to the family and hoped that she would bring some joy into our home which had already been absent.

Growing up in a country were the poverty exists, and ranked among the highest death rates in the world; due to war and idiopathic diseases, in which affects thousands of citizens with unknown-ability to cure. Each year thousands of innocent children loses their lives, due to lack of the health care system. That is my home country Iraq, in which I born and raised up to age of seven years old, until my parents made a quick decision in order to help me and my sister, to find a better place for us to live in peace. My mother she was like a bodyguard to me, she always took her responsibility at me when I was at school, she used to stand the whole entire school day, in order to make sure that I don’t need anything, and to be protected when am at school. My sister she was old enough to be responsible by her own, she was in her last year high school, as soon as she turned eighteen years old; the life situation becomes really hard for a young woman willing to join the society, in which the male population is dominate over the women’s. While my dad buzzy at work to keep our house filled with our necessarily needs such as: food, clothes, and paying the tremendous amount of bills. He also offered the best environment to keep us feel protected.

Devastated, I ran to my room gushing my eyes out. All these emotions going through my head of how my life would be without my parents in the same room or even house. From what I remember it all started about mid-June, the weeks before that were crucial. My parents would always argue over how to deal with a situation between me and my brother, Skyler. They hardly spoke to one another, but when they did they would just start bickering. I remember, one night after dinner they both went into ''their'' room with the door locked yelling at one another. Skyler and I didn’t know what to do, so we went downstairs and tried to figure out what was going to happen. With a scared tone I asked if mom and dad were going to get a divorce?" He answered back '' No, they love each other, they wouldn’t do that to us." That following night, was a school night everything was quiet except for my crying. I couldn’t sleep; all I was thinking about how it's going to affect my family.