First of all, welcome 2020, here’s to another year of blogging! Sorry, it’s been so long, life has been interesting, to say the least. But more about that later.
Let me take you back to the fall of 2011, I was 19 and starting college at Fresno City College. I didn’t fully understand the point of college but I knew I needed to go so I could get a better job. I wasn’t set on a major but I was registered for all general ed classes because they didn’t depend on what I decided my major would be. That semester, I failed my math class but I didn’t give up. In the spring of 2012, I once again stepped foot on the college campus and was doing what I needed to do to get through life. I moved out of the house and things were going well. That semester I failed math, political science, and astronomy but I didn’t give up. Fall 2012, I once again stepped out into the college scene and this time registered for 17 units, more than the 15 or 16 I took before. College was not for me that semester, let me tell you. I was constantly sick with a fever every other week and doctors didn’t know what was wrong. I was in two accidents, both not my fault, and the second one resulted in my car getting totaled. My family moved away so I experienced lonely holidays and heartache. I dropped out of school, resulting in me failing all of the classes I was taking. I didn’t give up but I knew I couldn’t go to class with a constant fever so I just stopped going, without actually dropping the classes. It was stupid of me, I know.
I then went on my mission from 2013 to 2014. Spring of 2015 came around and I felt ready to take on a college class or 2. I took online classes because I also wanted to get a job, and I knew my major would be either English, which is what I was learning towards before my mission, or child development because I have always had a passion for working with children. I passed my class and enrolled in 2 summer courses, passed both of those, and signed up for math in the fall (as well as another class). By some miracle, I passed math with a B! When 2016 arrived, I moved to LA, which set me back a bit and I attempted online classes but didn’t do well. I then transferred schools, which was a pain due to Fresno City College losing a book I had returned. I struggled to take a couple online classes but in the fall semester of 2017, I decided to go back to school full-time, even though I was also working. Well, due to my divorce, I had to drop everything and received a W in all of my classes. I then moved to where I’m living now and enrolled in my first courses (three to be exact) in the summer of 2018. I passed all three and set out to be a full-time student in the fall, passing all of my classes but stats, which I dropped with a W. Spring of 2019, I took a full load again and passed all but stats, which I again dropped with a W. Fall 2019 rolled around and I enrolled in stats for the final time, as well as English and Biology. Yikes, what was I even thinking? By some miracle, I passed all of my classes.
I am posting this today to show how far I have come. I never completely gave up, I kept trying. And now, today, I have six degrees. I have come so far, faced trials, and I did it. I know a lot of people say they are proud of me but I wanted to write this because I am proud of myself. There were moments where I didn’t think it was going to happen. But here I am, looking at the six pieces of paper that remind me of all the growth, as well as setbacks, that happened since I first set foot in a college classroom almost 10 years ago. I can finally say that I did it, I am a college graduate. And I thank everyone who was there for me. Here’s to the millions of tears shed to produce these six papers! Thank you!