Just a month left. Just a month left. Is what I keep telling myself for the last month. Now I have about two weeks left of the semester, but only a handful of days left of classes. The pressure is on, and I find myself well prepared with little to no negativity.
The spring semester of college, which is my second semester of college is coming to an end, and I cannot believe it! This semester I went through some ups and downs, but mostly ups. The semester started out rough. Adjusting was a little weird. I have a 7:15 math class on Tuesdays and Thursdays. It wasn’t easy, and for the most part it was super hard. Especially since it is for two hours, twice a week. There’s a lot to cram in, and it can be overwhelming. For me it was because math doesn’t come easy for me. At the beginning of the semester I was struggling and I wasn’t getting it and by the my second F on my quiz I wasn’t going to stand for it. I don’t get F’s. That’s not who I am. No way. I finally took action, and I was going to do better. I am going to do better. I sought out a tutor. I first went to the Math Lab. IT WAS TERRIBLE. The tutors aren’t serious, they don’t explain it to you, they solve it for you, the hit on you, or they yell at you for asking questions. Three out of those five things happened to me, and that’s when I went out to find another tutor. I went to the Learning Resource Center (LRC) it is a place where tutors actually help you. It can either be one on one or group setting. Well, I found a math tutor at the LRC I had gone for about a week and a half,then I was sexually harassed. The tutor was acting completely inappropriate towards me, and for all I know they could have been doing that to other students. It’s not okay for anyone to do that, and I’ll be damned if they get away with. When that happened I was freaked out, uncomfortable, and wanted to crawl out of my skin. Literally crawl out of my skin. I remember going to my car after it happened with the windows rolled up and yelling “AAAAAAAAHHHH” because I felt so uncomfortable. After it happened I talked to a professor, my mentor and my close friends, and all of them told me to report it, which I did. As far as I know the tutor he still works there and it makes me sick to my stomach. I don’t know if he’s being supervised, but I hope the dean took action. Since that incident I just stopped looking for a tutor, and started visiting my professor during their office hours. I started to understand things a lot more, interacting in the class a lot more than I was, and just told myself over and over I can do this. It gave me the extra confidence, and it was well worth it.
As my math started to go up one class started to go down. Out of all my classes it’s my writing class. It’s not hard for me because I personally believe that I am a good writer, but what it is with my assignment is page length, and before I turn them in I always check. I honestly do not know what formatting my professor uses, but I’m trying and that’s what matter the most. I just need to write more and more and more. Not only that, but I plan on writing a kick-ass essay, passing the final, and doing a ton of extra credit.
Speaking of writing there’s my journalism class. I’ve improved a lot in my writing, and I’ve learned a lot. This class is so vital for a journalist because you learn the difference between hard news, and features, or delayed leads, and hard news leads. All of those things are so crucial, and when it comes to being a journalist you need to know these things. In the beginning of the semester with this class it was a little scary. I had to learn to come outside my comfort zone more and more. For instance I’ve had to go out three times now, and find a story. It can be a little hard to do that because you never know with your sources, and you have to be prepared for people to say no. There’s a piece one that I am currently working on is a narrative piece where I can’t use first person in it all, I have to set the scene, the theme, and the tone. It’s a little hard because there’s a lot I have to hold onto until I am done. My journalism class I found myself a lot more as a writer, and to be politely persistent to get what you want. It makes me excited to see how far I’ve progressed, and I look forward to what is to come.
At the start of my semester I was prepared, but also unprepared, Even Though I had some challenging experiences I never let them get me down; however, mentally I have become more confident, I am not as depressed, and my anxiety is not as bad either I’m happy, but I will admit I have had my bad days just like everyone else, it’s just not repetitive as it used to be. After this semester I plan on taking a huge summer break, and I’m not taking summer classes. I need some well needed R&R. I hope that my fall semester will be good to me, but who knows I’m know there yet.