I write this letter of appeal to you, the Academic Regulations Committee, a more mature individual with a greater sense of purpose. First of all, I would like to thank everyone from admissions for the incredible opportunity that was granted to me when I was transferred at Baruch College. One of my proudest moments was when I had gotten accepted into Baruch College and I am a better citizen because of Baruch College no matter what decision the A.R.C. makes. When I received my letter of dismissal in August of 2015 it was not unaccepted, but nonetheless I was shattered. By writing this letter I want to make it clear that I am not making up a story up or an excuse but in fact, I take full responsibility for everything that was and was not in my control. The reason
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I hope by explaining the circumstances I was facing, I am given another chance at the college of my dreams.
The amount of stress I obtained had affected me in ways I would have never thought. Each day there was a new problem and no solution. I didn’t know how I could help. All I could feel each day was continuous confusion, hopelessness, and depression. Most of my stress came from the problems my family and me were facing. Except facing the problems we were having for the past couple of years wasn’t like how we faced other problems like in the past. I believe at some point my family and I had endured so many problems that we started to hide certain problems that wouldn’t concern each other. From then on we started to drift and at one point I felt like it was these unknown people I came home to everyday. We were giving each other the support but not the way we gave each other in the past. Every month a new problem would occur and I wouldn’t know the solution to it. My mom’s health started to worsen day by day. I would go to the hospital stay with her for hours and hours even knowing I had a quiz, test, or even assignments due. We come from an immigrant family so all we knew what to do is go
I hope by explaining the circumstances I was facing, I am given another chance at the college of my dreams.
The amount of stress I obtained had affected me in ways I would have never thought. Each day there was a new problem and no solution. I didn’t know how I could help. All I could feel each day was continuous confusion, hopelessness, and depression. Most of my stress came from the problems my family and me were facing. Except facing the problems we were having for the past couple of years wasn’t like how we faced other problems like in the past. I believe at some point my family and I had endured so many problems that we started to hide certain problems that wouldn’t concern each other. From then on we started to drift and at one point I felt like it was these unknown people I came home to everyday. We were giving each other the support but not the way we gave each other in the past. Every month a new problem would occur and I wouldn’t know the solution to it. My mom’s health started to worsen day by day. I would go to the hospital stay with her for hours and hours even knowing I had a quiz, test, or even assignments due. We come from an immigrant family so all we knew what to do is go