Personal Narrative: My First College Class

When I first arrived to Richmond Early College High School, I anticipated an academic career characterized by hard work, nightly homework assignments, and incredible doses of stress that a middle school classroom could not synthesize. Although I actually landed my first college class in the second semester of my ninth grade year (ACA, which was required for all newbies and taken simultaneously by all 50 of us), I found myself still shaken. I looked forwarded to the challenges of a college experience, but merely hearing the click of my instructor's heel's as I sat in that classroom for the first time sent my bones into a furious rattle. A worrywart by nature, I was both delighted and horrified by ACA.

Curiously, this impression did not last very long. In fact as time went on, I found myself thinking that the class was not very difficult. Save for the occasional piece of heavy homework and presentation, the class was
Flooded by relief, I entered the my final day of class with a thick folder in hand and a skip to my step.

The final exam took the entirety of the class period. Indeed, quite a bit of it required relied on the detailed notes of our handouts and syllabi; missing so much as a single sheet of paper would require an enormous amount of guesswork, and I quietly pitied anyone who did not bring their supplies. I also basked in my own ingenuity - my academic record was surely saved.
As it were, I wound up being the last person to leave the class. After checking over my test for an unfathomable number of times, I handed in my test and walked out of the classroom with a lukewarm feeling in the pit of my stomach. The folder I used happened to remain in my hand, and out of mere curiosity I decided to flip through it for the last time.

My breathe caught in my throat. I had missed a