Personal Narrative: My CSU Application To Colorado State University

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

I had learned about Colorado College quite a long time ago, through a chain of looking at colleges in Colorado. One of the first colleges to send me information was Colorado School of Mines in my sophomore year, but it wasn’t the school for me, so I continued looking around to see what was in Colorado. About a year later I happened upon Colorado College, intrigued by the block plan because I was taking college classes during the summer that were three weeks long as well, which I really enjoyed. I was already interested, then I looked at majors offered and saw neuroscience, and I was even more interested.

In the fall of 2005, I took my first steps onto the campus of Appalachian State University with my sister who was entering as a freshman. One of my most vivid memories from my childhood is walking hand in hand with my then eighteen year old, wide eyed, and prospective sister into the Watauga dorms. Afterwards, as we left down King Street, I distinctly remember gazing back towards the magnificent North Carolina mountains and yearning to stay. Even at the age of five, I knew that one day I would follow in her footsteps and become an Appalachian Mountaineer.

Ever since I was a kid I have always thought about what college I was eventually going to go to. I made the decision in high school that I wanted to be a special education teacher, so I thought about some schools that had that teaching program. My number one school I wanted to attend that had the best teaching program was East Carolina University. Having ECU as my number one choice lead me to apply there. Weeks after I applied I got a letter telling me some sad news that I was not accepted. Since I applied to ECU and did not get in, I was now thinking about applying to other schools like Methodist University or maybe a community college.

I am a first-generation, Chicano and will soon finish my last semester before I transfer to a four year university in the upcoming fall. Coming from a first-generation household, I have had to overcome many obstacles to be in the position that I am now in. Community college has been a valuable resource that has allowed me to pursue an amazing education at a low price which has eased the burden of high tuition on my parents. Sometimes it is the cost of education that impedes those that seek it and scholarships are one avenue in which they become easier to travel down the path to success. Coming out of Gilroy High School years ago, I was unsure of what I wanted to major in and devote myself to but I had the amazing opportunity of enrolling in University of California, Merced.

My last blog talked about how this past fall break, I got the chance to go visit Grand Canyon University campus in Phoenix, Arizona. It was a beautiful and sunny campus filled with positive students all around, my kind of a utopia community. I went home hoping I get accepted to the school because I really admire the campus and the opportunities they offer. A few days ago, I got a letter in the mail congratulating me on my acceptance to Grand Canyon University. Their acceptance letter was so pretty and purple! It was a beautiful folder that had the letter and some confetti looking stars inside.

I fell in love with her at the age of six. Her and I were going to be together forever. When the teacher came up to me and told me how perfect we were each other at the bake sale in second grade, I knew. When I went to fairs to sell cell phone cases with my dad and she was always with me, I knew. As we grew older, the closer we got and the more her and I understood each other. At this point, she had turned into a part of me, it was no longer her and I but rather we. Coming to University of Texas at Austin, has admittedly created a strain on our relationship. I was not sure if our relationship should continue, were we really meant for each other? I did not know her, I did not know how we would change the world, but now I do. This is the story

I chose to come to community college because I felt it would better benefit me. Most four year universities have difficult obstacles to overcome. Distractions like parties, and other social things can be hard to ignore. For better focus and judgment I chose to come to Faulkner state. Also, I heard good things about the college on how they didn’t tolerate parties and the use of alcohol or drugs and the instructors have good relationships with their students, and to this day I find that very true. Another thing is when I was in the industrial contracting industry I knew going back to school was going to make me happy and make me feel like I had a purpose for my calling in the medical field of radiology. I knew I would feel fulfilled and it would

My decision to enroll at Grand Canyon University was in August when I turned 25 and felt I was not living up to my potential. I am currently a receptionist and I know I am too smart to be wasting my creative drive answering phones and running other employee’s errands. To reach my goals, I need higher education. I researched many online schools, but none stuck out quite like GCU did. I kept putting it off until I received an email about a scholarship only offered in November and I decided right then and there, it was time to go back to school.

I am a transfer student from Gadsden State Community College and I have recently lost my job due to the production going over seas. After this had taken place I was given the opportunity for the government to pay for the rest of my schooling. I was given two forms that needed to be filled out by JSU officials stating how long my course, "Secondary Education with a focus in English" would take to complete and how much the tuition for the course would be. When I showed this to the Bursar's office and explained to them what I needed, they gazed at the two sheets of paper as if it was written in a foreign language. They told me I had came to the wrong office, and to try down stairs at the Registrar's office. After much confusion at the Registrar's office, they also gave me a blank stare and told me they did not know what they could do. They then told me to try Ramona Wood Hall and see if I had any better luck there, I did not. I talked to the Secretary for the Department of Secondary Education. She took the two forms from me and told me to come back in two hours and she would find out what was needed. Two hours past by, and as I walked into the room she kindly handed the papers back to me and asked where I got the papers from. She said she has never seen papers like this before and was sorry to say she could not help me in any way.

I was in high school the first time I had to write a narrative. I was a freshman. This was Ms. Bradley’s first time teaching at Union Christian Academy. On her first day, she gave us our syllabus and said, “I do not accept late work, especially on writing assignments.” We, literally, sat there stunned. My freshman class had it very easy during eighth grade year. We were not expecting this. As I looked through the syllabus, I saw that our first assignment was due in a week and it was a narrative. At this time, I did not even know what a narrative was. Ms. Bradley explained that a narrative was an account or story of events. It could be either true or false. Our narrative had to be true. It had to be a true account of something that happened to us over the summer. She wanted to gauge how are writing skills were. Our narrative had to be at least two to two and a half pages long. I chose to write my first ever narrative on my trip to Fort Worth, Texas. Once again, I was plagued with writer’s block. I had the story in my head, but everything I

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Brad Pitt once said, “You must lose everything in order to gain anything.” Stanly Early College was my dream when I was in the seventh grade. Though it was my dream, I didn’t know that going to it will make me lose aspects of my life. The journey coming and being here has changed me and made me realized what is more important. Being here has taken me on a different journey. I didn’t know what I was getting myself into when I applied for Stanly Early College. The future then was so vivid and still is. When I found out I got in there were mixed emotions. It was the first time I ever cried tears of joy. People tried to put me down and still do, but I want to prove them wrong. I want to say I can do it and there is nothing you can stop me. Being

All I could hear was the faint sound of Cigarette Daydreams by Cage the Elephant and my incessant thoughts that were corroding my mind. I was sitting in my cluttered car, but I didn’t mind that it was so hectic because that was me, that was my mind. The clock on the console read 10:02 and I had nowhere to be on such a chilly night for it to be in the middle of June. It was my best friend’s 17th birthday, and I spent the night contemplating what it meant to be 17 in a world where time was inevitably slipping away.

My first weekend has been filled with new experiences and the forming of new friendships. Upon receiving my acceptance to Syracuse University, I was excited but worried about whether I would be able to make friends or allow my shyness to affect my participation in activities. Despite this I managed to participate in my favorite event of the entire Welcome Weekend, Citrus in the City.