So first off, let's start with what I did and what's happening with me (Part 1) and then what you should do for an optimal experience (Part 2.)
I attended actual college classes my first semester of junior year in high school. I went to the UAA Eagle River campus. My second semester, none. My first, second, and third trimesters of high school senior year I took concurrent classes at the USU Vernal campus. These were all great classes and I don't regret them at all (even though like 5 of them don't count for anything in my current major/degree program). First semester of college, I took online classes from Snow College while living in Columbia, Missouri. (PS Mizzou and Columbia are awesome.) While in Columbia, something life altering and world shaking happened. I lost my full ride to Snow College through their mistake and only partly mine. (They didn't tell me the requirements of keeping my scholarship, and I didn't think to look it up. I, having no experience with scholarships, didn't know there were so many strict requirements. I know. Brilliant of me.) Second semester of freshman year, no classes whatsoever, because my whole life plan was just thrown out the window with one phone cal. So I just worked as a housekeeper trying to make enough funds to save for school and pay my hefty rent bill. First semester of sophomore year (and maybe the rest of my undergrad), Utah Valley University--the "real" college experience. (It sucks, by the way, but I have the utmost hope for you.)
So lets start with the first of my regrets: not staying with Alaska Middle College School my second semester of junior year. However, what happened the summer following my junior year would have changed very little concerning that decison (BUT I STILL COULD HAVE GRADUATED WITH MY ASSOCIATES I'M SURE OF IT by the time end of senior year rolled around). We moved out of state. That too, sucked balls. But I got to continue getting college credits, luckily. Just not enough. I wasn't smart enough to take half of the classes because my stupid Accuplacer said so. Anyway, I finished high school with a measly 21 college credits. I had 30 by the end of my first semester of college freshman year and so I wasn't too far behind, I guess. But judging by my head start I should have been much farther ahead and I'm still kind of sad about that. But I can't allow myself to be bitter. It does absolutely no good.
The first five months of 2016 were absolutely pivotal in my future. I had to decide what I was going to do after my summer in Alaska. (Learn from my mistakes children. Start freshman year of high school slowly examining schools you want to go to unless you've just always known. GOOD FOR YOU!!--Seriously. I'm being serious--that's so cool.) This was a cause for SO MUCH stress and panic attacks and bouts of depression from about February -April. But one day my dad brought up UVU. Life changer. I wasn't too happy about the idea or thrilled at the prospect of going there, but they had a bunch of programs I was interested in that I could easily transfer into if my current major of choice ended up being a flop. So I applied because I needed to do so soon before all the deadlines passed. Half of them already had. Oh well.
Currently, I'm in an apartment complex almost directly across from campus. I have 5 other girls in my apartment and my roommate is in California visiting family for labor day weekend (THANK THE LORD--not that I don't like her. I just like having my own room more...) Also, did I mention that I suck at making friends and am two weeks into the semester with still ZERO friend prospects. That's sad. I'm sad. I'm depressed. But I'll push through. For you, anonymous reader.
a hopeless young adult
Me trying to convince my school to give me more money
(Not happening, btw)
(Not happening, btw)
So lets start with the first of my regrets: not staying with Alaska Middle College School my second semester of junior year. However, what happened the summer following my junior year would have changed very little concerning that decison (BUT I STILL COULD HAVE GRADUATED WITH MY ASSOCIATES I'M SURE OF IT by the time end of senior year rolled around). We moved out of state. That too, sucked balls. But I got to continue getting college credits, luckily. Just not enough. I wasn't smart enough to take half of the classes because my stupid Accuplacer said so. Anyway, I finished high school with a measly 21 college credits. I had 30 by the end of my first semester of college freshman year and so I wasn't too far behind, I guess. But judging by my head start I should have been much farther ahead and I'm still kind of sad about that. But I can't allow myself to be bitter. It does absolutely no good.
The first five months of 2016 were absolutely pivotal in my future. I had to decide what I was going to do after my summer in Alaska. (Learn from my mistakes children. Start freshman year of high school slowly examining schools you want to go to unless you've just always known. GOOD FOR YOU!!--Seriously. I'm being serious--that's so cool.) This was a cause for SO MUCH stress and panic attacks and bouts of depression from about February -April. But one day my dad brought up UVU. Life changer. I wasn't too happy about the idea or thrilled at the prospect of going there, but they had a bunch of programs I was interested in that I could easily transfer into if my current major of choice ended up being a flop. So I applied because I needed to do so soon before all the deadlines passed. Half of them already had. Oh well.
Currently, I'm in an apartment complex almost directly across from campus. I have 5 other girls in my apartment and my roommate is in California visiting family for labor day weekend (THANK THE LORD--not that I don't like her. I just like having my own room more...) Also, did I mention that I suck at making friends and am two weeks into the semester with still ZERO friend prospects. That's sad. I'm sad. I'm depressed. But I'll push through. For you, anonymous reader.
True story.
Lots of love,a hopeless young adult
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