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UCLA isn’t a joke….



I worked two years in order to get where I am. After busting my butt off at a community college for those two years, I transferred to UCLA. Yes, of course, I am excited and I am so proud of myself for getting to where I have today…but am I really proud? After working so hard as a fulltime student and a fulltime employee, I feel that I could continue to do so even though I switched schools. Yet, that’s not the case. My parents said that they didn’t want me to work the first quarter because they wanted me to adapt to the fast pace and be sure that I would be okay switching schools, let alone cities. I thought that I could handle it until midterms came around. With the quarter system, everything happens at the same time. The first few weeks you are given a few vague assignments here and there, and before you know it all your papers and midterms fall around the same week, let alone days. Being an organized student and having everything written down in five different places, heaven forbid I misplace my planner; I started to plan out how I was going to deal with midterm week. Before I could even think twice, I realized I had a paper due that Monday evening and two midterms, back to back, that next day, Tuesday. I had barely been assigned the assignments and all of a sudden everything was due at the same time, and I didn’t know how to do it. Instead of panicking and becoming a stress ball, I knew the perfect thing to do. I got into my car and drove home-- and not home in LA-- but home to San Diego. I knew that if I wanted full concentration and support that my kitchen table is where my work needed to be done. I spent the weekend sitting at the table doing my work while my sisters sat next to me doing theirs. It was so beneficial to have them their by my sides because we would write our papers and pass them, editing one another’s in order to be sure that they were written to perfection. When Monday came and it was time for me to return back to Los Angeles, I had felt accomplished because I had finished my papers and got studying done. As that week passed and I took my midterms and turned in my papers, I realized that the quarter system is NO JOKE…and that UCLA is not a joke either. If I want to do well I’ll have to plan accordingly. No more leaving anything for last minute because doing everything all at once and studying for classes at the same time is not easy and the stress is definitely not worth it.



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