At the beginning of this last summer I realized I potentially had greatly hindered my ability to chase my dreams and spend my life in my own paradise. It turns out I did hinder my abilities to do just that, I got the letter in the mail stating clearly in more polite and politically correct words “I FUCKED up big”. At that point I had two options fix the mistakes I made or get comfortable with the idea of doing something I hated. I choose to think in a creator mindset and take the approach similar to John F. Kennedy’s quote “An error does not become a mistake until you refuse to correct it". I corrected the errors I could over the summer. The major error I was making was not seeking help. I got help with me suspected ADD then after seeing the improvement asking for help made in everyday life, I figured I should see what type of help I could get with getting
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Sure enough there was a process for it I filled out the forms and yet again I was correcting my errors. Thankfully you Mr. Miller reinstated me. At that point the reality of the idea, my goals and dreams I dependent on me until I chose they are not, sank in. I chose not to do my best and now the ability to choose if I continued pursuing a degree at UW was out of my hands and in a persons I never meet before. I am grateful that you readmitted me and will continue to remember that process. Keeping the memory of the remittance process and the letter saying I no longer can study at UW is an inferno of desire and passion to not just finish what I started but excel at it. I thought last summer I made massive steps to bettering myself. Through this class and the past few months I have truly been working at my full potential, pursuing my degree. The steps I took over the summer were vital but they were still baby steps. I didn’t realize it at the time but I was in deep ruts of not changing. I’m not talking about snow ruts on Grand street I’m talking about trenches that you need a wench to pull
Sure enough there was a process for it I filled out the forms and yet again I was correcting my errors. Thankfully you Mr. Miller reinstated me. At that point the reality of the idea, my goals and dreams I dependent on me until I chose they are not, sank in. I chose not to do my best and now the ability to choose if I continued pursuing a degree at UW was out of my hands and in a persons I never meet before. I am grateful that you readmitted me and will continue to remember that process. Keeping the memory of the remittance process and the letter saying I no longer can study at UW is an inferno of desire and passion to not just finish what I started but excel at it. I thought last summer I made massive steps to bettering myself. Through this class and the past few months I have truly been working at my full potential, pursuing my degree. The steps I took over the summer were vital but they were still baby steps. I didn’t realize it at the time but I was in deep ruts of not changing. I’m not talking about snow ruts on Grand street I’m talking about trenches that you need a wench to pull