Portia Scott | Helping Students in Their Educational Journey

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My Journey to #AchieveMore

"If at First You Don't Succeed…Try Summer School" I'm on the inside, yes on the inside the facts are hard to take. For the last nine months, nine very long months, I've craved my summer break. Where I sit, it's nice and cool, not one drop of sweat on me. But outside, where freedom reigns, other students enjoy liberty. How did I get here, one might ask, I can now calmly speak the truth. But when I was first given my fate, I should tell you, I literally hit the roof. Things begin as they usually do with all the fuss and drama. We study mathematics, government, biology, and in English how to use the comma. My parents text, my teachers nag, they are all overreacting. I wish they could just chill-out and give me a break. I know what I am doing. Assignments come, assignments go, I get most of them done. College life is a time for new freedoms, and I just want to have fun. I have scheduled classes, study groups for learning, and extended library hours I should attend. Unfortunately, too often, I have been "missing in action" much to my chagrin. So long, adios, sayonara, arrivederci is stated as the semester requirements start to fade. It is time to relax and get started with fun for the best-laid plans have been made. Tomorrow is a day for a transition. I will be reborn, revived, renewed. I will move from the regiment and tasks of college and now get to do what I want to do. Good night, sweet dreams, for the best time of the year comes with the morning dawn. My mind, my body, and my soul tingle with excitement as I let out one last yawn. My morning breakfast has given me great strength. I left not one single Cheerio. Far behind me are books, scantrons, and research essays too. I am ready to let the good times roll. My cell phone lights up. There is a new in-coming email from the college that needs to be read. I hold my breath and say a prayer. Something tells me that is one of those days I will wish I had stayed in bed. Three D's and two F's, I that I was grown and beyond too big to cry. But as my tears splashed on the words "Academic Probation," I knew I could kiss my sweet summer fun good-bye. Now here I sit for the next 10 weeks, 10 very long weeks as a matter of fact. Today's events have been horrific and traumatic. I must straighten up my act. Believe you me, this won't happen again. I promise I am ready to soar. I will be going to both semesters of summer school, as I am now ready to achieve more.

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