Well, I am not sure how I did it, but I did manage to finish my first semester. I reached out to all of my teachers and professors to let them know what was happening with me. And looking back, I think that was the key. I decided that I could not hide what I was going through; in fact I needed a lot of extra help as I missed a lot of classes. I am sure that is what saved me. All of my teachers were very understanding and made the extra effort to help me catch up. I was no longer just a name in a student class of 400.
From my experience, when I let those around me in, when they understood what I was going through, life was easier. It took off a lot of stress; I did not have to explain why I went to the bathroom every hour, or if I did not make it to class. I was never good at hiding stuff !
I will never for get my History professor; although I did forget his name I am afraid. I had gone to several of his extra hours for students that needed help, and boy did I need help. My first grade in his class was a big fat D. The next test I improved to a C then B and for the Final, I actually managed an A. At that time, you could leave a self-addressed envelope and the teachers would send you your grades, because most of us went home for Christmas vacation.
I was in shock when I saw that he gave me an A for the course, and gave me the Horatio Alger Award! (Many of Alger’s works have been described as rags to riches stories, illustrating how down-and-out boys might be able to achieve the American Dream of wealth and success through hard work, courage, determination, and concern for others.)
He was telling me to never give up and I will succeed. It is something I continue to live my life by until today, and a value I also try to instill upon my children.
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