Nobody To Blame But Myself Personal Essays Photo by Olhar Angolano on Unsplash
By Sebastian Londono | Staff Writer High school is a time in ever yone’s life that gives them a chance to go on the road to become whatever it is that they want to be, whether it ’s be coming a doctor, a writer, or even a psychologist. These four years are the building stones to what your future wou ld probably look like, at least that ’s what it would be for most people.
with a stack of folders and stood in front of the class and started giving a lecture on our future and going to college and learning what you want to do when you’re older. At that ver y moment it didn’t really faze me that I had basically one year left until I would have to at least have an idea as to what I wanted to do when I finished school.
By the start of my junior year, I came into the yea r ver y optimistic and ver y hopeful that I would be able to find out what I really wanted to do in life because at t his point I had zero idea of what my life will turn out to be, I was always living in the moment and never really thought about my future until one day during my English class my guidance counselor came in and talked about college applications and focusing on your future, which I hadn’t even began to do.
T h e g u i d a n c e c o u n s e l o rs sta r t s t o g o t o e a c h st u d e n t o n e b y o n e a n d h ave a l i tt l e c o nve rs a t i o n w i t h e a c h a b o u t t h e i r g ra d e s a n d t h e i r f u t u re . Eve n t u a l l y o n e o f t h e c o u n c i l o rs g o t t o m e a n d sta r te d t o a s k m e t h e s a m e q u e st i o n t h a t e ve r y st u d e n t h a d b e e n a s ke d “ W h a t d o yo u p l a n t o st u d y i n c o l l e g e , i f yo u a re p l a n n i n g t o g o a t a l l ? ” At t h e t i m e I j u st l i e d t o h e r a n d t o l d h e r I a l re a d y h a d s o m e c o l l e g e s t h a t I p l a n t o a p p l y t o, w h e n i n a l l h o n e st y I h ave n ’ t e ve n l o o ke d u p a college at all to that point. So she handed me a fo l d e r w i t h a l l o f t h e f i n a n c i a l a i d i n st r u c t i o n s a n d my G PA i n a l l o f t h e st u f f I w o u l d n e e d t o sta r t a p p l y i n g t o c o l l e g e s .
Throughout my first two years of high school, I considered myself to be an above average student, always getting my work done, A’s and B’s across the board, it was going ver y smoothly, but the almighty junior year hit. All teachers would tal k about was “Junior year will be your big gest year yet, it will determine whether you get into college or not ”. I took this as a bluff, not realizing at the time how right t hey could be. The year went on and I started off as well as any student could, my first semester ended with all A’s and feeli ng great about the rest o f the year. After this semester, however, the school guidance counselor walked in
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A fe w d ay s p a s s e d a n d t h e n my p a re n t s c a m e t o m e w i t h t h e s a m e q u e st i o n , b u t I gave t h e m my st ra i g h t u p re s p o n s e , “ I d o n ’ t k n o w w h a t I wa n t t o d o,” a n d a l l t h e y t o l d m e wa s “ ta ke yo u r t i m e a n d f i g u re i t o u t .” I sta r te d t o o ve r t h i n k c o l l e g e s o m u c h b y t h i s p o i n t t h a t I sta r te d t o fo c u s l e s s and less on school work, and by the end of the s e c o n d s e m e ste r, o u t o f s i x c l a s s e s , I h a d fa i l e d t h re e o f t h e m .
