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