I was not ready for everything college had to offer. I think most college students can relate to this statement. We aren’t ready for the stress of a heavier workload, balancing a new schedule, or being more sleep deprived than we could ever imagine. However, I also wasn’t prepared for how good college would be.
A month before classes started, I dragged myself to sign up for classes at Grayson, the community college in my town. I had applied to other colleges, but none of them worked out for me financially, and I was not confident in what I wanted to do. I was reluctant to attend Grayson because of how people talked about it in my community. “Well, if you don’t want to do anything with your life, that’s the place for you!”
“Alicia, you’re too smart for Grayson.”
These kinds of comments ran through my mind constantly. I didn’t want to tell anyone where I was going because I was afraid of what they’d think of me. I was disappointed that I didn’t get to explore a new place away from home and go to a “real” school. A few weeks before classes started, I got a message from the BSM director at Grayson inviting me to a back to school get together. I met many of my close friends there. I had no idea that Grayson could have such genuine, passionate believers. It gave me hope that maybe community college wasn’t such an awful place. When my classes started, I discovered that my teachers were excellent, dedicated educators and all-around wonderful people. My college teachers have poured so much time and energy into helping me understand new concepts and grow as a person. This taught me that the things that “everyone” says are often untrue.
My whole first semester at college debunked myth after myth that I had believed about college, life, and myself. College proved me wrong. I had applied for somewhere around thirty scholarships in high school. The essay topics centered around me. Why I deserved the scholarship, how I could change the world, etc. Somewhere else on the form, I’d list all of my accomplishments and awards and proudly write in my high GPA. I quickly learned about a week into my first semester that no one cares what you did in high school. It was pretty humbling. Putting off my pride allowed me to accept the wisdom that my teachers and fellow students had to offer. I am so thankful that God put me in my place by taking away my plans and my pride to give me unexpected blessings. His ways are so much higher than mine.
Written by Alicia, student at