I've successfully completed my first (half) week of the Fall semester. I think the majority of my classes will end up going pretty well. I'll be honest, I'm kind of only looking forward to about 3 of the 5, but that's okay. There's only one class I haven't had yet, which would be my Life Sciences class, but that's a Monday night one, so I still have another week until I have to mentally prepare for that mess. I'm excited for it, but I've heard it's supposed to be kind of rough. It's kind of like and introduction to Anatomy & Physiology, which I hope to take next semester. Oh those prerequisites for BYU-I I need.
I had US History II as my first class. It so happens to be from 4:30 until 7:00, so I have almost the entire day to relax... or do homework (joke's on me). My professor's method of getting people to participate is the good ol' elementary way of using popsicle sticks with everyone's names on each stick. As a young child this used to give me major anxiety and I honestly wanted to burn all of the sticks, but I'm now a grown 17 year old girl. I figured that it would help me get out of my comfort zone and answer questions (all against my will... I was just trying to have a positive attitude). Perhaps I would pay attention more because at any moment, my stick could be chosen and my name would be called. It's like I'm having flashbacks to all the years my teachers did this. *shudders* I guess it's also a good motivator to actually know some history instead of... well, not, as what's happened since I've ever taken a history class. The dread of not knowing an answer will bug me, so I might as well stock up on that knowledge and be ready with a response. Also, it could work in my favor. I'm not always one to put my hand up and share my thoughts and opinions (although oh BOY do I have them), so this could work. Hopefully. Maybe.
The following day I had a first day of school nightmare, but unfortunately it wasn't a dream... It was all too real. You see, I had set my alarm for 7:20. I did. But, I don't think I put the switch on, I just changed the time for the thing to go off (well that made no sense). Anywho, fast forward to 8:46 in the late a.m to when I woke up and said, "Freak!" in a horrified voice as I threw my sheets to the floor and ran to the bathroom to brush my teeth, etc. Technically, I was supposed to leave at 8:40 to be 10 minutes early to class. I would leave at 8:50 to be exactly on time for class (which in college would still be late... Tip: always show up 10-15 minutes early). I left the house at 9:10 and got to school around 9:50 but had to park all the way in the flipping back of the parking lot because of the amount of cars there. On top of that I had no clue where my class was so I had to look it up on my schedule on my phone and fast-walk my way to the front doors and up 3 flights of stairs, down the longest hallway ever. I was 20 minutes late and when I walked in everyone looked at me and I had this sad, apologetic smile on my face as I sat down in shame next to some lady in the back. It was all kind of horrifying that morning. Still, the class seemed like it would be pretty good. I (my parents) even paid close to $200 dollars for the textbook so it better be good or I'm dropping out of college (kidding, kidding).
In my major, I've noticed that a lot of my classes are filled with women, and on occasion, we get that one guy. In my Marriage and Family class, there's one. In my Counseling Methods class we have a whopping three. I was actually thoroughly impressed by that three.
Also, I've noticed that (and this is just in general) there are always a lot of single (or married) mothers who work part time or full time, and are going to school as well, and caring for children who all always seem to be in their teenage years or younger. In my Counseling Methods class there's a single dad who is attending school full time and he works as well. I really have a lot of respect for all of these people going back to school, working, and caring for children. It's amazing. Here I am just a 17 year old, complaining about classes. There all of these parents are, dealing with triple of what I am. It makes my life seem so much more simpler. Honestly.
Overall, I'm kind of looking forward to this semester. I have a couple of things I need to figure out (like if I can not take Beginning Spanish I and test out to go to Spanish II because oh boy). All of my textbooks have been purchased and now I get to enjoy reading (*cough* skimming *cough* or fake reading) them. Mkay, maybe I'll just read/skim them this time. Besides, education is important and in reality, I have a lot to learn this semester. Like, maybe I could learn to stop procrastinating so badly (although let's be honest, I say that every semester). And I have some really good classes that can really end up helping me for my future occupation.
I have one year left as I high school/college student at home. It's hard to believe that a year ago I was just starting out in this program. It's weird to think that I wanted to be a nurse and wanted to do hardcore science-y stuff and then completely changed and take a lot of touchy feely emotion-filled classes. I went from physical health to mental health.
I was so scared when I came to the Mount. I was worried that everyone in my cohort would be the most studious of all students and that I would stress out a ton and be way in over my head. I was scared that it would be too hard and I would be that one kid that couldn't handle it and I would leave or get kicked out. In reality, while we do all work hard, we're also still your average teenagers who forget things or procrastinate a little too much. And yes, I stress out, in fact at the end of every semester I have to cry at least once before finals week in order to get my act together. BUT, I've been able to handle. To be honest, most of my classes aren't really that hard and some have been as easy or easier than a typical high school class.
It's been through this program that I've kind of got a hold on my life and have found a lot of stability in my schooling, something I didn't always feel I had. I went from Groton where my math and science skills were in the trash and I never really got the help I needed. Then I went to the Charter school and for once in my life understood math and science. Still, there was something missing for me, so I went back to Groton. I still wasn't really happy and the high school life was never really my favorite part of being a teenager, so I changed my mind again. In one year I changed schools 3 times. I'm glad I'm finally where I'm supposed to be. And for the most part (with a few exceptions) I'm totally focusing on something I love and have a passion for- helping people. So no matter what classes I have or professors I'm stuck with, I want to finish off this last year with good grades, new knowledge, passion, and 4 years of high school and 2 years of college successfully completed. It feels like I've got a long way to go until graduations and those diplomas are finally in my hands, but two semesters fly by... especially with a full schedule.
As always, thanks for reading!
---Maggie
I had US History II as my first class. It so happens to be from 4:30 until 7:00, so I have almost the entire day to relax... or do homework (joke's on me). My professor's method of getting people to participate is the good ol' elementary way of using popsicle sticks with everyone's names on each stick. As a young child this used to give me major anxiety and I honestly wanted to burn all of the sticks, but I'm now a grown 17 year old girl. I figured that it would help me get out of my comfort zone and answer questions (all against my will... I was just trying to have a positive attitude). Perhaps I would pay attention more because at any moment, my stick could be chosen and my name would be called. It's like I'm having flashbacks to all the years my teachers did this. *shudders* I guess it's also a good motivator to actually know some history instead of... well, not, as what's happened since I've ever taken a history class. The dread of not knowing an answer will bug me, so I might as well stock up on that knowledge and be ready with a response. Also, it could work in my favor. I'm not always one to put my hand up and share my thoughts and opinions (although oh BOY do I have them), so this could work. Hopefully. Maybe.
The following day I had a first day of school nightmare, but unfortunately it wasn't a dream... It was all too real. You see, I had set my alarm for 7:20. I did. But, I don't think I put the switch on, I just changed the time for the thing to go off (well that made no sense). Anywho, fast forward to 8:46 in the late a.m to when I woke up and said, "Freak!" in a horrified voice as I threw my sheets to the floor and ran to the bathroom to brush my teeth, etc. Technically, I was supposed to leave at 8:40 to be 10 minutes early to class. I would leave at 8:50 to be exactly on time for class (which in college would still be late... Tip: always show up 10-15 minutes early). I left the house at 9:10 and got to school around 9:50 but had to park all the way in the flipping back of the parking lot because of the amount of cars there. On top of that I had no clue where my class was so I had to look it up on my schedule on my phone and fast-walk my way to the front doors and up 3 flights of stairs, down the longest hallway ever. I was 20 minutes late and when I walked in everyone looked at me and I had this sad, apologetic smile on my face as I sat down in shame next to some lady in the back. It was all kind of horrifying that morning. Still, the class seemed like it would be pretty good. I (my parents) even paid close to $200 dollars for the textbook so it better be good or I'm dropping out of college (kidding, kidding).
In my major, I've noticed that a lot of my classes are filled with women, and on occasion, we get that one guy. In my Marriage and Family class, there's one. In my Counseling Methods class we have a whopping three. I was actually thoroughly impressed by that three.
Also, I've noticed that (and this is just in general) there are always a lot of single (or married) mothers who work part time or full time, and are going to school as well, and caring for children who all always seem to be in their teenage years or younger. In my Counseling Methods class there's a single dad who is attending school full time and he works as well. I really have a lot of respect for all of these people going back to school, working, and caring for children. It's amazing. Here I am just a 17 year old, complaining about classes. There all of these parents are, dealing with triple of what I am. It makes my life seem so much more simpler. Honestly.
Overall, I'm kind of looking forward to this semester. I have a couple of things I need to figure out (like if I can not take Beginning Spanish I and test out to go to Spanish II because oh boy). All of my textbooks have been purchased and now I get to enjoy reading (*cough* skimming *cough* or fake reading) them. Mkay, maybe I'll just read/skim them this time. Besides, education is important and in reality, I have a lot to learn this semester. Like, maybe I could learn to stop procrastinating so badly (although let's be honest, I say that every semester). And I have some really good classes that can really end up helping me for my future occupation.
I have one year left as I high school/college student at home. It's hard to believe that a year ago I was just starting out in this program. It's weird to think that I wanted to be a nurse and wanted to do hardcore science-y stuff and then completely changed and take a lot of touchy feely emotion-filled classes. I went from physical health to mental health.
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| Among one of my favorite quotes. I want to eventually get my Masters degree where I can continue to do something I love with passion and help people the best I can. |
It's been through this program that I've kind of got a hold on my life and have found a lot of stability in my schooling, something I didn't always feel I had. I went from Groton where my math and science skills were in the trash and I never really got the help I needed. Then I went to the Charter school and for once in my life understood math and science. Still, there was something missing for me, so I went back to Groton. I still wasn't really happy and the high school life was never really my favorite part of being a teenager, so I changed my mind again. In one year I changed schools 3 times. I'm glad I'm finally where I'm supposed to be. And for the most part (with a few exceptions) I'm totally focusing on something I love and have a passion for- helping people. So no matter what classes I have or professors I'm stuck with, I want to finish off this last year with good grades, new knowledge, passion, and 4 years of high school and 2 years of college successfully completed. It feels like I've got a long way to go until graduations and those diplomas are finally in my hands, but two semesters fly by... especially with a full schedule.
As always, thanks for reading!
---Maggie
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