Along this journey we call life; there are several things that can color, shape, and .
mold the way that we live our lives. One of these is College. There is nothing quite like .
the anticipation of getting your first applications in the mail, all the hours it takes to fill .
everyone of them out, anxiously waiting for the first one back , the feelings of rejection .
when the one that you wanted to respond .didn't.
When I was still in high school, I decided that I wanted to get ahead of the college game, .
and enrolled in Music Theory. I can remember the intense pressure I felt, even though I .
wasn't in college, to be the best. Having been home schooled my whole life; the classroom .
setting was a new experience for me. I was afraid that I wouldn't fit in; people would treat .
me differently and even look down at me if they found out that I was still in high school.
Somehow, I avoided the questions of "How old are you?", but I wasn't sure how I would.
have answered if they asked. .
Mr. Garcia was my Music Theory teacher and quite possibly the one person that semester.
that really pushed me to fulfill my potential. He had the option of not signing me into the.
class because of my age, but he chose to give me a chance to prove myself. I was very .
afraid of being called on in class to give an answer and not having the right one, but Mr.
Garcia had a way of making you feel like every answer was a good one, no matter how .
dumb it is. Because of my gratefulness to Mr. Garcia for allowing me the opportunity .
to be in the class, I felt a sense of obligation to be there everyday that we had class.
I wanted him to know that he could count on me being there. .
Everyone knows that Thursday nights here in Ada are considered party nights with the .
college students, and I am very proud to say that I was one of the few that really went to.
class on Fridays! It was important to me that I show my teacher and my peers that I.