The Significant Event of Getting Accepted Into Florida State University
A significant event in my life would be me getting accepted into Florida State University. The choice to go to school was never mine. My parents told me that I had to go. And I think it was basically because they never went to school for themselves, so they wanted me to to have that experience. Throughout my high school experience, my parents told me two main things: to stay involved in the community and get good grades. They considered those two things to be automatic to get into any college. So of the course I did what I was told and volunteered most of my free time with my brothers’ baseball and football teams, helping them with whatever they needed. In addition to that.
I also took an active part in school life, becoming president of the AVID club,which kept students informed of the many college opportunities out there for them. As well as tutoring students within my school who were having a hard time with Algebra. While making high honor roll year after year. As Senior Year rolled around college was the ONLY topic of discussion. All I’d hear about was where everyone planned on going, how far it was from home, roommate situations, and the different organizations people wanted to join. Unfortunately for me at that time I had no idea where I wanted to go and I began to get aggravated hearing about everyone getting accepted and applying to all these different places.
But then one day my dad set me up an appointment with an advisor who informed me of the CARE Program offered at FSU. It was a program designed to provide academic support for those students who were the first in their family to attend college. An opportunity for me to experience college life in the summer, so by fall semester I was fully prepared. And knew what to expect.
Once I was told about this program I knew this was the school for me and I was ready for this new experience to start. As soon as my decision was made on what college I wanted to go to I began to get a little anxious. I was always warned by my high school teachers of all the essays I’d have to write, how my professors didn’t care if I came to class, and that the only thing that was graded was maybe two or three test and that would be my grade. I was not looking forward to writing essays because I always thought of myself as a poor writer, but as Summer Semester started and the essay due dates were announced, it wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be.
I wrote a couple book reports and reaction papers and almost always got an A. Although going to class was never an issue for me, it was always in the back of my mind that there was no way my professor would know if I came to class or not. That I could actually get away with not going, but I saw what it did to a few students who chose not to come and they suffered with bad grades. The thing I worried about the most was the fact that tests made up majority of your grade in college. And that puts a lot of pressure on me and I would be stressed out every single day up until the test, but I eventually figured out a way to get over that. I began to start reviewing my notes every day after class and asking questions when I don’t understand something. That way the days leading up to test day I wasn’t completely freaking out, I knew my stuff.
