As I approach the end of the semester, I can reflect and say that it was nothing I expected it to be. Compared to the beginning of the semester, the workload has increased, but I pushed myself to meet my professor’s standards and myself. I had all these plans for my classes, and reality hit me like a ton of bricks. Reflecting on these self-imposed impossible standards has led me to a valuable realization. I had this notion that I had to live up to the student I was in high school that didn’t allow me to fall short. Although having expectations is good, I soon realized that college is an entirely different ballgame, and I should not try to fit myself into a past template. From then on, trying my best was the only concern. A priority in my life was learning to be satisfied with my work without a grade attached to it, to feel comforted by the security of knowing I put my best foot forward.
Appreciating college for more than an educational environment was an important milestone as well. Joining clubs and participating in activities helped me clear my mind and decompress from everything else; it also helped me meet great like-minded people who pushed me to try new things. Contrarily, I still procrastinate but not as much as before. If the college has taught me anything, it’s that there is always a chance to improve. For the end of the semester, I don’t really have a specific goal. To prevent me from being overwhelmed, I’ve forced myself to take it one day at a time, which caused the semester to fly by. My focus is to ensure that my finals and the grades attached are not indicative of the student I am. By the end of the semester, I hope to have no grades below eighty and ensure good relations with my professors.