So, I'll be honest. I was never a good high school student. Constantly skipping, missing assignments, apathetic to the whole high school deal, spending a lot of that time being sick, too, a whole lot... Essentially, I only ever attended perhaps 3/4ths of my freshman year, and just popping in from time to time past those years, just to pick up all my papers and do a semester's year of work in a week or two. Of course, that plan was bad, and I was lazy, so a few courses slipped through the cracks on occasion. My GPA was a whopping 1.7, my report card was two ends of a spectrum, I either got all A's, or all F's. No inbetween. So of course, younger me could not have cared less about college. "Oh come on, the world'll probably be over by the time I'm 19, yeesh". But time trudged on, and I had to come face to face with the results of my actions.
I took the ACT, for those that don't know, its a college prep exam, that gives a metric of how you compare to the country. I studied for about 3 days. I went into a college exam with the knowledge of half-baked middle school teachings and a few trigonometry formulas thrown at me by my friends. My results were a 27. I had been excited to get such a score, without any high school knowledge, no less, being pretty much self-taught. Little did I know, but that 27 would carry me all the way.
Filling out my college application, there were really only two choices for me, since I don't have the funds to just go and attend school outside my city. There was the ivy league Rice University, for those that were brainiacs with 4.0+ GPAs and nothing less. Then there was the University of Houston, a fairly top tier college, for Texas standards. (Of course, community college WAS an option, but...my family would have hated it and had been highly disappointed in me for personal reasons.)
UofH has a policy, that if you get a 27 on your ACT, and you are above the top 50% of your graduating class, you get accepted automatically. Junior year of high school, even with my slacking, I had been in the top 49% of students. I laughed and applied, thinking it'd be a breeze. I didn't account for my classes I had been taking at that very moment, which turned into F's later on. Which brought me below the 50% ranking, and took me straight out of the automatic admission bracket.
I'm getting rambly at this point, and my hands are shaking, so I'll keep this short: Despite every stupid choice I made when I was younger, as of 10 minutes ago, I was accepted into University of Houston. I dunno how they thought I deserved it, perhaps they're desperate? Maybe they just needed people with decent ACT scores? Is there a deficiency in their English program?! Who knows. But...I DID IT! I'm going to a high ranking University, to get an English degree, y'all!
I can now proudly walk up to all of the people who hated me in high school, every teacher that sneered at me, and grin like an idiot, waving my acceptance letter for all to see. I WIIIIIIN!!! FUAHAHA!
I took the ACT, for those that don't know, its a college prep exam, that gives a metric of how you compare to the country. I studied for about 3 days. I went into a college exam with the knowledge of half-baked middle school teachings and a few trigonometry formulas thrown at me by my friends. My results were a 27. I had been excited to get such a score, without any high school knowledge, no less, being pretty much self-taught. Little did I know, but that 27 would carry me all the way.
Filling out my college application, there were really only two choices for me, since I don't have the funds to just go and attend school outside my city. There was the ivy league Rice University, for those that were brainiacs with 4.0+ GPAs and nothing less. Then there was the University of Houston, a fairly top tier college, for Texas standards. (Of course, community college WAS an option, but...my family would have hated it and had been highly disappointed in me for personal reasons.)
UofH has a policy, that if you get a 27 on your ACT, and you are above the top 50% of your graduating class, you get accepted automatically. Junior year of high school, even with my slacking, I had been in the top 49% of students. I laughed and applied, thinking it'd be a breeze. I didn't account for my classes I had been taking at that very moment, which turned into F's later on. Which brought me below the 50% ranking, and took me straight out of the automatic admission bracket.
I'm getting rambly at this point, and my hands are shaking, so I'll keep this short: Despite every stupid choice I made when I was younger, as of 10 minutes ago, I was accepted into University of Houston. I dunno how they thought I deserved it, perhaps they're desperate? Maybe they just needed people with decent ACT scores? Is there a deficiency in their English program?! Who knows. But...I DID IT! I'm going to a high ranking University, to get an English degree, y'all!
I can now proudly walk up to all of the people who hated me in high school, every teacher that sneered at me, and grin like an idiot, waving my acceptance letter for all to see. I WIIIIIIN!!! FUAHAHA!
