Just when I thought I was getting a hold of my life, I go out syllabus week aka the first week of school and end up on crutches after slicing my foot open on a piece of glass. Being on crutches makes walking to class that much more hard and I started to slack with attendance without reaching out to any of my professors. This is recipe for disaster and setting myself up for another failed semester. Rather than addressing and recognizing the issue at hand, I continued as if everything was ok. In fact I thought everything was so good I decided to book my spot on a spring break cruise without telling my parents, sick idea right? To my surprise, my parents didn’t quite agree with me on this and that hadn’t even known about the decline in my grades yet. The end of spring was near and my anxiety levels were through the roof. I couldn’t imagine moving home and I knew it was what I agreed to. I had blown through so much of my savings, my parents money, and wasted college credit all due to selfish-ness and lack of dedication. But I kept pushing my luck, and went on a fraternity formal to Daytona despite what my parents wanted.
I returned home for summer with shame and disappointment in myself. I was told I wasn’t allowed to move back to college come the end of summer, however I worked my butt off to show my parents I made a change, straightened out my priorities, and earned their trust. If there’s one thing I learned from my freshman year it’s that I have two of the most incredible parents and I’m lucky to have them in my life. I thank them for the opportunity and am forever grateful for never giving up on me despite my behavior.
