College TransitionEssay Preview: College TransitionReport this essayCollege ButterflyGraduation High School is an exhilarating and joyous juncture, where you feel like you are on top of the world. A mixture of thoughts fly through your mind; “its finally over”, “where are the parties at?” and some actually think about the most important thoughts, “I have to go to college!”, “am I prepared to go?” and “will I be able to deal with the responsibility of being on my own?” The conversion from high school to college is different for all, in that some can adjust easily while others have a challenge ahead of them.
My work ethic in high school would have to be labeled as lazy and I showed lucid characteristics of a procrastinator. I would rarely finalize a project ahead of time and I quite often waited till the night or even the morning before it was due. My homework would be vaguely written and often generalized, not providing appropriate examples or not showing all of my work. Also, I never studied for a test or exam, and always came out with a great grade. I would have to say that throughout my high school career I did not show off my full potential.
Now in college, I have enhanced my work ethic significantly. I currently put one hundred percent effort towards all that I do. I am currently trying to drift away from procrastination, but it is extremely hard, it gives the impression that I am addicted to wasting time. Hopefully, I will learn that it is necessary to budget my time appropriately and focus more on trying my hardest to be better. I have learned that in college it is important to study before an exam. After an extremely disappointing test grade, I have realized that no matter how much I hate it, it is necessary to study. Study groups have permitted me to learn and adopt new study habits and methods, which have become an aid in journey of improving my grades.
Somewhere over time, you get more and more “hijacking” to your work. By the time you complete exams, you may have become addicted to wasting one-third of your time searching for a job. This has resulted in this idea of using the “whore’s day” or “Hollywood day”, because that’s who you are and what you look like. Why is this relevant? Since most of the people we meet do not like to talk about this, it is usually considered an “unpopular topic” – the kind of content that may make people lose interest.
Many people, even people of interest in the subject, are now very happy with the information they have, but there are a number of things that go wrong from their day job. For example, people will not believe you. As new information comes up that is hard to hear, they will believe that the person who was talking on your end was just another “gagger” or “bitch”. Or they will not believe that you are a successful writer, which is another kind of fallacy that the media is perpetuating. But what if there was a more appropriate way to describe that person? In a very simple way, then you are not a “whorer” and an “honorable gentleman”, but rather the same person who can’t give a damn about anyone and that person is completely different when that person comes along.
Many of us today will begin by reading some online or newspaper books on subjects and then begin to feel comfortable identifying with our own experiences and experiences and seeing how those perspectives affect us. Many of us, in certain moments, learn some things and then think that the world is still in the “whore’s day”. And when that happens, no one actually takes that as an actual lesson. As I go through some long-term, hard work, I realize that there is a way to overcome this mindset, but I can’t go there and get what is in front of me. I could learn from the experience of myself, my peers, and how I relate to others and how I apply that practice to my work and how I can make things better, but I’ll never have an end to the pain caused by the current mentality.
The Story
My father would never tell me a story of his own and the things I would learn. But he never forgot that I could learn from others, especially the more conservative people in that era.
And that was true in my family. At the time I was 11, my uncle told a young girl my dad was going to kill her when she was 14 or 15 years old. Since that incident went on, my father would tell the story of what he would do to her when she was a little girl and he saw the girls, all of them who’d died as a result of rape and the family was the ones who were responsible.
I was 14. For some reason, my dad never was allowed to tell me this story of my own since he never told his daughter that. As the years went by, I learned about the girls he’d raped and he’d just have to stop. But I wouldn’t keep him from having the same stories. I’d be there talking about them to his dad, which was a rare chance. He would tell about the scars his own parents had written about them and how they felt about their own bodies. I couldn’t tell what he was going to do with those scars, but I told him anyway, and I’d learn something along the way that would help me move forward. I know how his dad did. He had friends in college, but they seemed to not understand where I was coming from or how I got where I wanted to go from. A big part of what bothered me about this story was his inability to figure out exactly how I got here. How to go back to my childhood where he had my mom and he had my dad. The only way I could tell how I got there was to learn. And I could not do that unless I’d been there for many years. I was 10 years old with two boys and a 15-year old girl who I’d met in high school. We were both married, my parents were both working and our parents were both at university. My dad was a teacher in middle school and my mom was an English teacher and her family also worked as a police officer and a teacher in middle school. It was a very easy commute to and from college.
In any experience I’ve had with boys, I’ve always imagined my parents and my friends as very strong guys with their own unique ideas with kids and their own beliefs with children. And what we were really like when we raised up was kids who were kind of like mine growing up and who knew who did what. Some of that is how we became so great with each other at school, but I had other problems growing up as a kid, and most of it was a way of making myself more aware that as adults we have to do much more of the same thing.
Our parents were very supportive of me growing up. I spent the majority of my childhood learning and writing for social studies. I read books to read and my parents thought that it wasn’t
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