Fifteen years after graduating High School, returning to school was a challenge. First, setting an appointment to speak to Admissions and Records to register for classes. The Enrollment center was full of students, people walking everywhere, and the wait time felt like years. Then, speaking of Financial Aid to assist with the class cost, the process to fill out an application, providing my personal information, including income taxes. So far enrollment was going fine, but when the Financial Aid representative asked me for my major, I freeze! I didn’t know what to say, I was just in the process of returning to school, and she’s asking me for my major? I wanted to answer, I have no idea! But instead, I responded I’m not sure yet. The Financial Aid application was completed and now the
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Not knowing what was coming once I had my classes. My first class was on a sunny morning of August 16th, 2016 Continuing Professional Development (CPD 150). I was nervous to enter into class, when I walked in I saw a classroom full of young students. I thought, oh god, please help me get through this class. Most of the students were high school graduates, and there I was in the middle of fresh brains trying to educate myself and not give up, anxious for the hour and fifteen minutes to end. I knew the importance of education, so I attended my other three classes. Each class was different reading was less tension and more writing, English at that time was more talking and less homework and math was definitive a different story. The professor was not clear with the assignments and I couldn’t understand his math lectures. That day I came home almost in tears because I didn’t want to fail the math class, for a second I thought about quitting, but then with a positive attitude, I decided to give it a second opportunity. College was definitely different from high school, the classroom walls are plain white, no painting or
Not knowing what was coming once I had my classes. My first class was on a sunny morning of August 16th, 2016 Continuing Professional Development (CPD 150). I was nervous to enter into class, when I walked in I saw a classroom full of young students. I thought, oh god, please help me get through this class. Most of the students were high school graduates, and there I was in the middle of fresh brains trying to educate myself and not give up, anxious for the hour and fifteen minutes to end. I knew the importance of education, so I attended my other three classes. Each class was different reading was less tension and more writing, English at that time was more talking and less homework and math was definitive a different story. The professor was not clear with the assignments and I couldn’t understand his math lectures. That day I came home almost in tears because I didn’t want to fail the math class, for a second I thought about quitting, but then with a positive attitude, I decided to give it a second opportunity. College was definitely different from high school, the classroom walls are plain white, no painting or