Junior year of high school is a tough one. You’re still trying to find yourself, yet you load up on courses and push to get straight A’s to impress those colleges out there. You begin to craft an application essay, learn more about each school, and narrow it down to a few choices so you can go visit them come spring time. Nope, that wasn’t me. I couldn’t find myself, and I was still in the early stages of planning out what I really wanted to do with my life. Didn’t care too much for school work or what my grades ending up looking like. Never even had college cross my mind as other kids in my class were scrambling to plan trips to visit them. It was just too soon to think about it. I didn’t even know if I wanted to go. Maybe I just wanted to go to community college and glide by and get a degree and call it a day. I did badly my junior year, failing a class and barely
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Sent in applications in the early fall to meet some early action deadlines, and just hoped for the best. Once they were sent in, there wasn’t much I could do. Just hope for the best.
I got two letters in the span of a week. Both were rejections, I was crushed. I always kept my hopes down because I knew this would happen. I figured that the last and final one from VCU would be a rejection as well. Time passed, almost a month, before I got a packet in the mail. Accepted.
I was shocked and somewhat confused, but excited. I liked VCU; it was a place where all my friends were going and an urban campus, which I hoped for. But it wasn’t the school I got in to, it was the fact that I got accepted to college. If you had asked me during my junior year whether I could get into college, I would of said your crazy. But I learned that I’m capable of a lot more than I originally thought. I didn’t think I could turn my habits around and focus on school and push myself. Senior year was a year that I focused on bettering myself and learning more about what I could do and who I
Sent in applications in the early fall to meet some early action deadlines, and just hoped for the best. Once they were sent in, there wasn’t much I could do. Just hope for the best.
I got two letters in the span of a week. Both were rejections, I was crushed. I always kept my hopes down because I knew this would happen. I figured that the last and final one from VCU would be a rejection as well. Time passed, almost a month, before I got a packet in the mail. Accepted.
I was shocked and somewhat confused, but excited. I liked VCU; it was a place where all my friends were going and an urban campus, which I hoped for. But it wasn’t the school I got in to, it was the fact that I got accepted to college. If you had asked me during my junior year whether I could get into college, I would of said your crazy. But I learned that I’m capable of a lot more than I originally thought. I didn’t think I could turn my habits around and focus on school and push myself. Senior year was a year that I focused on bettering myself and learning more about what I could do and who I