College

When I first started college back in 2017, I had a really hard time adjusting. I was extremely depressed and hated it. I had a 2.47 GPA at the end of freshman year. Sophomore year was bad for my physical health, and I had roommate issues that caused me to be moved into an entirely different room. I got my GPA to an 2.84. I enrolled into 2 summer classes, which will finally bring me to a 2.89. I’ll be entering my junior year of college come the end of August. I’m the junior class VP, the choir VP, student director of our pop a cappella class, I’m a student advocate, I’m a TA for 2 different classes, and taking 18+ credits. I’ll also be doing my senior thesis in spring of 2020 and only have gen-Ed classes for my senior year. These are really big accomplishments to me and no one really cares and I’m kinda sad about it. I fought really hard for all of these things, yet it just seemed expected of me. I graduate in 2021, and want to continue my education through either law school or a Masters program. I want to be a title ix coordinator or start a nonprofit that educates impoverished communities on comprehensive sexual education and help raise sexual assault awareness.