Personal Narrative: A Student In High School

:”You’re a hands on learner.” It wasn’t a revelation, just a reaffirmation. I sat on top of a desk in a room I didn’t think I would ever find myself back in- the yearbook room. A teacher who knew me well set down her red pen and was looking at me while talking, “I understand it’s been frustrating, but you know what you’ve done wrong and you’re going to improve. That’s what matters.”

This all came after a tearful confession that college was hard and I wasn’t doing anywhere near as well as I had in my mind I should be. I was a straight A student in high school, I was an academic all stater, I had the highest ACT score in my high school. Being smart had been my “thing”. Now, in college, my grades were subpar. I was spending hours studying to get less than stellar grades on tests. I made note cards and attended study groups, my grades were seeing an uptrend, but they were nowhere near where I envisioned my grades being. I was taking difficult classes and seventeen hours worth of them. I had to work as well, to help pay for my day to day needs because my family
It’s ability to be the language of the living world is absolutely fascinating. It was a no brainer what my major would be coming to the University of Oklahoma. When Dr. Wellborn sent out the information about the biological station, I immediately told my dad about it. He hears all my ideas as soon as I get them, he smiled, but shook his head, “I don’t know that financially we can do that, but you can see what happens.” I spent most of my summers doing hands on learning academies. I took part in the chemistry camp offered at OU, an outdoors learning experience at Connors was the main happening of two of my summers, I attended a history camp another summer from USAO. Some of my favorite learning experiences happened during these times. I know more about snakes, first aid, science fairs, and World War two because of these chances I got to further my