College Essay, Research Paper

Why is it such a big deal to go right in to college! I understand, however I

just don’t know what I want to do yet. I know I want to do something that has to

do with criminal justice. As in the FBI. I just think that would be so cool. It

would make me happy and I?ll get paid O.K. My plans were to graduate, then

stay with my mom for a year and just work 2 jobs, maybe take a class at U.A.A.

So, I can keep with the whole study thing. Oh, and I would go into the Air Guard

also. They really help with collage. Then a friend and me would get an apartment

and split the rent. I would then go to U.A.A for 2 years and after that I would

transfer to the University of my Choice. I got all of these ideas from my

sister. I look up to my sister a lot. I learn from her experiences. She never

took her SAT’s and she did really badly in high school. But, when she went to

U.A.A she got really good grades then she transferred over to N.Y.U. It’s the

3rd hardest college to get into for her field! So, ya know if she can do it so

can I. My father on the other hand! He thinks I should go to Grays Harbor

Community College. And if I do, then I can live with him and he will pay for my

BOOKS! If you don’t know, Grays Harbor is a really bad college, it is worse then

U.A.A. Even if I wanted to go, my mom wouldn’t let me! I mean come on; he will

help me pay for my BOOKS that’s a real help. I remember one day I was in the

truck with my dad and we were talking about colleges and he said " you

can’t go to a good college like your sister, you just cant. You’re not like her.

And, I’m sure as hell I’m not going to pay that much!" I told him I don’t

expect him to pay for anything. My sister went through college with out her

dad’s help, so I can do it to. Every time I try and talk to him about the

university that I’m interested in or when I tell him I want to be in the law or

psychology field, he just changes the subject! He makes me so mad. Also,

whenever I bring up any thing to do with collage he gives me this huge big guilt

trip! Mom on the other hand, she gives me space to think of what I want. She is

happy if I’m happy. I know I will go to collage no mater what. I know I might

have to pay for college my self and that’s fine by me! I don’t need my dads

help. My mom on the other hand, helped Eva as much as she could. Eva’s school

cost $34,000 a year and that’s what my mom makes in a year. So you do the math.

I learned from my sister! Loans, grants, scholarships, apply for ALL of them!

Even the little scholarships. They ALL add up. My counselor makes me feel like I

have to go strait into my university right after I graduate. She really wants me

to take my SAT’s. I guess I will, but if I do, then I’m going to take them as

many times as I can. I want to be able to choose the best score and if there

good enough then I will send them to colleges. My mom says I don’t have to take

them and that makes me feel a little better. I’m just really worried that I’m

not going to do well. I like my SAT class. I really do. The part that I like the

most is the tests that tell me what I would be good at. It reassures me. But

that’s all I really like about it. Other than that I feel like I’m being rushed.

Like I need to be in a big hurry. I’m really in no rush to graduate. I know that

sounds really weird but hay its a free education. I have been here since I was

in 7th grade. I feel really comfterbal here! For a long time all I could think

about was getting out of high school. Now all I think about are the things I’m

going to miss. In college there’s not going to be a lounge were all of you

friend are going to be siting and conversing. A place where you can find out all

the latest news. There isn’t going to be any thing like that. What I really hope

is that there is going to be a good teacher that I can talk to. That is one

thing I really like about Steller. If you have a problem, the teacher and your

counselor are going to listen. They really care. I’m afraid that at my

university there just not going to have time for me.