College Transition

College Butterfly

Graduation High School is an exhilarating and joyous juncture, where you feel like you are on top of the world. A mixture of thoughts fly through your mind; "it's finally over", "where are the parties at?" and some actually think about the most important thoughts, "I have to go to college!", "am I prepared to go?" and "will I be able to deal with the responsibility of being on my own?" The conversion from high school to college is different for all, in that some can adjust easily while others have a challenge ahead of them.

My work ethic in high school would have to be labeled as lazy and I showed lucid characteristics of a procrastinator. I would rarely finalize a project ahead of time and I quite often waited till the night or even the morning before it was due. My homework would be vaguely written and often generalized, not providing appropriate examples or not showing all of my work. Also, I never studied for a test or exam, and always came out with a great grade. I would have to say that throughout my high school career I did not show off my full potential.

Now in college, I have enhanced my work ethic significantly. I currently put one hundred percent effort towards all that I do. I am currently trying to drift away from procrastination, but it is extremely hard, it gives the impression that I am addicted to wasting time. Hopefully, I will learn that it is necessary to budget my time appropriately and focus more on trying my hardest to be better. I have learned that in college it is important to study before an exam. After an extremely disappointing test grade, I have realized that no matter how much I hate it, it is necessary to study. Study groups have permitted me to learn and adopt new study habits and methods, which have become an aid in journey of improving my grades.

During high school I was what mother called, "a slob" and apparently I lacked organizational skills which were incorporated with the absence of my studying habits. I kept exceptionally neat notes in class; however filing papers in folders was imaginary in my eyes. I would have math handouts blended in with English essays, my folders and backpack was comparable to a food processor. My personal organizational skills were in short supply; my bedroom and office were just pure paradigms of clutter filled rooms.

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