The big day was finally here, it was moving day. I was finally on the road to do the course I had always wanted to do, my excitement was unbearable. My emotions leading up to this day were completely mixed. Like most first years I had feelings of anxiety with a dash of worry. Looking back now I really had no reason to be afraid. One of the things that most put me off moving away from home was the fact I was sharing a house with nine girls. Yes, you read that right, nine girls. However, in these past two weeks I've grown so close to a few of them which is making my time here at Maynooth University even more memorable. So after completing two weeks at Maynooth University I've realised that collage isn't actually that bad. I thought I would spend at least the first month crying my eyes out and missing home like crazy but instead I'm looking forward to cooking exotic meals every night, learning different material and absorbing new experiences. …show more content…
Something I've discovered is that you really have to keep up with each class and the allocated work, it seems so easy to fall behind. The assigned readings are a must as they give you an insight into what the lecture will be about. At the start of my collage year I felt like this was such an effort to read these long articles but in fact they are extremely helpful and make you get the most out of your learning journey. I feel like these assigned readings are a huge key to success as a student
In one of my first courses at Middlesex Community College, I had a professor who inspired me, just like Alexie’s father inspired him, and Bimbi inspired Malcolm. My professor could tell I was unable to understand a lot of the words in our history text book. Without knowing what you are reading, there is no way you can understand events throughout history through a textbook. My professor encouraged me to write down every word I did not understand and define it in a notebook. By the end of my semester I had almost a full notebook of new words and an A in my course. With the inspiration of my professor, I was able to expand my vocabulary, and gain a stronger grasp on what I was learning. I have used this method in almost all of my classes since, and it has always worked to my advantage. The power of literature and knowledge truly can take you further in life.
For many young people, the idea of moving is absolutely forbidden. Why would anyone want to start over, again and again, having to make new routines, meet new people and somehow learn to accept that you won’t be with your friends anymore? Most of us would rather avoid the topic all together, but occasionally, it can’t be helped. People move for many reasons; maybe a tragic event occurred that needs to be escaped, maybe job opportunities popped up, or a job itself even requires the move.
Throughout my childhood, I was constantly reminded how much I didn’t know about my heritage. I never understood my parents when they spoke in Arabic. They enrolled me in a Sunday school to learn Islamic studies, which turned out to be ineffective. Whenever I spoke on the phone with family overseas, I couldn’t understand a word they said. As a result, eight years ago, my parents flipped my life upside down and inside out by making the biggest decision of our lives: We were moving halfway across the world, all the way to Amman, Jordan. Naturally, this decision was shocking to me, but it was a great many other things as well. I felt excited, yet scared; fascinated, yet furious. Day and night, I constantly thought of this upcoming adventure and, before I knew it, I found myself on a plane ride to Amman. My very own “journey of a lifetime” was finally starting. Little did I know, however, this “journey” would change who I am entirely.
The most important hurdle to overcome in the course was mainly myself and my old writing habits. Adjusting to the course is a goal that one needs to overcome post-haste, the more time it takes one to adjust, the worse your grade will be. A critical aspect of adjusting is the ability to change the writing requirements based on what class one is in. By figuring out the appropriate text to use in each class, it would help one adjust to the course faster. In my history class, writing is mainly facts piled on other facts with no set of techniques, while writing class involves a lot more critical thinking. I extremely enjoyed this course because I found that I can express my own personal views while maintaining the foundation of my papers.
The sound of my alarm buzzed while I struggled to get out of bed. I wiped my eyes and got out of bed. My mind was packed with thoughts and emotions. That day was a very special day for me. I had prepared for that day for months if not years. Just thinking about it, made me nervous. It was tryout day for the high school golf team. Even though I was on varsity since freshman year, I was still nervous because there was always the possibility that you can get booted if your performance is sub-par. After staring at the wall for a solid minute, I shook myself out of the trance I was in and continued with my routine. Minutes passed, and I was ready to go to school. I loaded my car up with my clubs and started for school. I had a hard time keeping
As teenagers, we tend to think that we don't need our parents help, but I must admit that it’s not easy living without either one by your side. For my second year of high school, I moved away from home and became a boarder at Bolles. At first, I was so overly excited to be away from home because I thought I was about to have all the freedom in the world. Well, soon enough I learned that I thought wrong. Of course, being in the dorm environment consisted of certain rules to ensure our safety and of course there were rules that the borders, including myself did and do not agree on. Over the past three years, I have observed that the boarder population feels like some rules are not made for our safety, but made to stop us from having a little
When I first moved to America I had many difficult, but positive life changing experiences. My parents, five sisters, four brothers, and I were all very nervous and excited to start a new life. I had many life changing experiences when it was my first time in an airport, starting school to learn a new language, and moving to Lincoln, Nebraska.
I’m not the only one who experienced these feelings, as I talked to other attendees I got a sense that they gained courage, optimism and a set of cognitive tools to
It was a hot summer day in early July. I never checked my R’Mail, but for some reason I decided to check it, and when I opened it I saw on email from the Early Start Program informing me about my acceptance to the Program. It was that day that my life changed because I was going to start college early.. At first I was filled with joy and excitement
Every new graduated high school student wants to get out of their parents’ house. They want independence, and to feel like they are going somewhere in life. Well, that’s what I thought. Moving out was the hardest thing I had done so far. I had just graduated and was barely making any money but I thought oh well so many people move out this young I’m just going to have to work harder, maybe skip school this semester until I can get on my feet to take classes. I knew all too well that I wouldn’t be able to afford it on my own, so I asked my best friend if she wanted to live with me. Little did we both know that living with another person would be a very different experience then living with our parents. We had plenty of fights over messy rooms, the empty fridge, empty bank accounts, and annoying neighbors.
I did not find it challenging per se; however, I noticed that I read textbooks and articles not to merely obtain knowledge. I kept in mind the question --how each reading relates to the learning outcomes and other units in the course—as I read. It was a slightly different way of reading the materials compares to other classes. The question stems from my wish for this course to flow well in addition to covering all the significant topics.
To think that my first semester of college will be over this friday makes me realize how fast time flies. The first few weeks of college were tough, tiring and full of anxiety. Being in a new environment, a different state and not knowing one single person was something that I did not prepare myself for. Throughout all of the tears and the frustrations, I had to constantly remind myself that I am at The University of Akron to gain an education and become a successful individual.
Everything seems like it’s falling out of place, it’s going too fast, and my mind is out of control. I think these thoughts as I lay on my new bed, in my new room, in this new house, in this new city, wondering how I got to this place. “My life was fine,” I say to myself, “I didn’t want to go.” Thinking back I wonder how my father felt as he came home to the house in Stockton, knowing his wife and kids left to San Diego to live a new life. Every time that thought comes to my mind, it feels as if I’m carrying a ten ton boulder around my heart; weighing me down with guilt. The thought is blocked out as I close my eyes, picturing my old room; I see the light brown walls again and the vacation pictures of the Florida and camping trip stapled to them. I can see the photo of me on the ice rink with my friends and the desk that I built with my own hands. I see my bed; it still has my checkered blue and green blanket on it! Across from the room stands my bulky gray television with its back facing the black curtain covered closet. My emotions run deep, sadness rages through my body with a wave of regret. As I open my eyes I see this new place in San Diego, one large black covered bed and a small wooden nightstand that sits next to a similar closet like in my old room. When I was told we would be moving to San Diego, I was silenced from the decision.
Most middle school students spend their vacations crafting friendship bracelets and counting pimples, but during the summer after my sixth grade year, I was about to face the biggest challenge of my life. I waved adieu to my parents at the Cleveland Airport, and boarded a plane full of adolescent strangers. I was studying and touring the United Kingdom with a group of students from all over the state of Ohio. When we landed in London, our group met up with students from California. We were immediately ushered away to a hotel, where we were assigned a random roommate from the opposite state of which we resided. I will never forget my first roommate. She was the classic California girl: beach blonde hair, a perfectly golden tan, and huge eyes that most likely resembled the cerulean waves that she embraced every summer day. I, on the other hand, was fresh off the typical Ohio winter, complete with powder white skin, unruly hair (that decided its own fate), and crooked wire-rimmed glasses. She preferred running on the beach, and I would much rather practice my Math Team problems.
It was the second semester of fourth grade year. My parents had recently bought a new house in a nice quite neighborhood. I was ecstatic I always wanted to move to a new house. I was tired of my old home since I had already explored every corner, nook, and cranny. The moment I realized I would have to leave my old friends behind was one of the most devastating moments of my life. I didn’t want to switch schools and make new friends. Yet at the same time was an interesting new experience.