What I Learned From College
My life has no linear path. I’m an English major and creative writing minor; I always knew this is what I would go to school for. But as I approach graduation, I no longer know what I am going to do. But that’s ok! I have overcome the hurdles. And though I still struggle greatly with my health, I know that I can accomplish whatever I find to be my calling. I’m jealous of people who already know what they want to do with their lives. But I also know that I am lucky to recognize that I can go anywhere my feet take me. And I hope they lead me to success, love and happiness. And I hope your’s finds you too.
I graduated from high school June 11, 2014, and since then my life has been changed. I went away to college that August and started my new life. College has taught me many things beyond the classroom, things that I may have not learned if I was a normal person.
My freshman year of college was establishing myself. Not in the school way, but in a social way. I became somewhat of a party girl, and it consumed my life. I could not concentrate on anything past the weekend. And although my grades were not reflective of this, my health quickly declined. I gained twenty pounds and developed further physical problems as a result of my lifestyle. So I had to train myself to dial it back, and this taught me the most of anything else I’ve done so far. It taught me to take responsibility for myself and my actions. To reach out if I needed help, and to allow people to help me. Because of my history I’m not an easy person to get to know, although I think that I am friendly enough.
My sophomore year went smoothly enough, which brings me to this year, my junior year of college. I just registered for my first semester of senior year, a place I thought I would never be.
When I returned to school after an uneventful summer, I quickly became sick and was having trouble breathing. I spent months in and out of the hospital, with the doctors unable to figure out what was wrong with me. Because of this, my grades suffered, and I fell into a terrible depression, unable to get out of bed some days. It’s the closest to the edge that I have ever been. I’ve been blessed throughout this process to have great family and friends who have helped me and professors who understood my situation. At the end of the semester, I had to drop most of my classes and did not believe I would graduate on time. I went home for winter break feeling dejected and hopeless. Over winter break I was still sick, but recovering (city air is toxic for asthmatics) and being around my family helped. But I did want to drop out of school, and so I started thinking about what I would do if I gave up school.
School has always been on my path. My mother has always stressed the importance of an education to me, and until I got to high school I always enjoyed school. But what would I do if I gave it up? I considered being a bartender, as during my freshman year people would always tell me that I would make a good bartender. But where could I go with bartending? Who could I help with a can of yangling? I realized that no matter what I do, I want to help people. And no one would take me seriously if I can never stick to anything I do.In order to help other people, English you have to help yourself. I have the unique gift of being able to help people with my words. If I never become rich or a famous author, but help at least one person with my writing, I have achieved my goal. English classes have taught me that. Authors often never receive the credit they desire for their work while they are alive, but after they die or stop writing, it reaches and helps many more people .