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No one really knows what your situation is like in college. Every student’s story is different from the next; especially when it comes to withdrawing from classes.
Although the deadline to withdraw from a W has past, I still feel like I need to share my situation. This semester was supposed to be easy.
Four classes would be a breeze, especially since I was going to take on news paper editing and working a 20 hour work week as a student assistant. I knew I would be in the clear to take on a lighter class load because I was planning to take summer classes. I signed up for three regular major-specific classes and Spanish class.
The first week in school was a breeze, hello syllabi!
Oh no, good buy easy semester.
I took 12 hours this term on purpose. But one of my classes turned out way harder than I thought. Every day I walked out of that class I felt even more stressed and overwhelmed. It was a MWF class so I was feeling negatively about it a lot. I have the HOPE and Pell Grant so I felt locked in that I couldn’t drop it because stood the chance of losing my scholarship. Or so I thought.
The past few weeks I was searching for guidance or advice with how to deal with my class and professor. It seemed every student I talk to about my situation felt bad, but totally agreed with me, that professor was tough, and not one to give an easy ‘A.’
I was in a predicament, either chance the class and hope I pull at least a C to keep my financial aid, or risk dropping it and fall behind graduation schedule. Finally I talked with my advisor and he said to call over to financial aid and see what they had to say. I was reluctant because in my head I was so screwed.
A couple Wednesday’s ago was the last straw for me. I receive a progress report from the professor and it sucked. D’s F’s and maybe on A. I really wanted to cry right then and there. I’m not that kind of student. I don’t make failing grades. I’m the occasional D on a test—only because I had a rough week and couldn’t study— kind of student. So I left the class and headed straight over to Aycock hall.
I spoke with the workers there and they helped me fill out a 67% worksheet. They said that I would literally have to drop all my classes in order to lose HOPE. Luckily I was only having trouble with one. I also went over to the bursars office because I wanted a second opinion, and I talked to them about my situation and the lady there confirmed what the other said.
I was in the clear to drop the class. Now instead of the two art classes I was planning to take in the summer I would have to add on a Spanish class.
I still felt defeated. I didn’t want to drop the class. I wanted to keep trying. But as hard as I tried I wasn’t getting the results I wanted. I don’t think I’ve ever studied as hard for a class. But ijsut really was not prepared to take it guess.
I called my mom, which I do in situations like this, and she said, that even though I don’t need it I had her permission to drop it. It felt nice that my parents trust me and knew that I was making a decision like this responsibly. Everyone know the worst feeling is letting your parents down.
So after all that I went to pay off my hold from a parking ticket, and cooled off before I went online in banweb to drop the class. It wasn’t until late that night that I got the courage up to drop the class. Thankfully my boyfriend was there and helped me get through it.
So back to the breezy semester. What? A six page research paper is due when?
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