The First Class I Skipped
The first class I was skipped was second semester, fifth grade math. I probably did not skip it the way you are thinking of. I tested out of it, along with roughly seven classmates. We spent our math hour sitting on the floor in the hallway with textbooks, notebooks, and occasionally a middle school to help us. By the end, only four people passed all the required chapters and I was one of them. We all stayed friends through high school after having to bond over teaching ourselves sixth grade math.
We also missed out on a lot of fifth grade content, specifically about dividing fractions. I had some difficult way of figuring it out because I taught myself. It did not always work, so I usually guessed. The first time anyone taught me how to divide fractions was my Sophomore year of high school as we were preparing for the ACTs. Now I love dividing fractions. Maybe that is because it was not all I did for a month.
Starting High School
I went to the high school for geometry (skipping Pre-Algebra and Algebra One) in eighth grade. I was taking a class with juniors. This was when I realized I could explain math. I immediately found friends and helped them learn math. I could explain what we were doing in a way that they could do the math. These were very influential people and my first friends in high school.
Starting College Class
I took my first college class almost six years ago in the spring semester of my sophomore year of high school. I was so anxious because I was a semester behind so many of my peers. In my school getting an Associate’s Degree or at least having college credit, is considered the normal. I was lucky enough to go to a high school that partnered with a local community college to offer dual-credit class. This was the beginning of school filled summers, endless labs, and late night filled six year stretch that comes to a close in eight short weeks.
I technically graduated my community college with an Associate’s Degree a week before I graduated from high school. Going back to my high school for what was considered my “real” graduation felt like a dream. To me, I had already graduated. My mom joked that everyone who had their Associates were going to be experts because they had already graduated before.
Chadron State College
I came to Chadron late November of 2016. I had already visited University of Northern Colorado (UNC) and University of Wyoming (UW). I remember the drive the Chadron felt different than the other college tours. Before I was worried I was not going to like them. Now I was worried they would not like me. I liked UNC and UW but when it came down to how I was academically, they thought I was crazy for already having an Associate’s and I felt unwanted. I was worried the same thing would happen here that happened before. Deep down, I had already decided that I loved Chadron and was hoping it would feel the same way about me. Along the way I have been lucky enough to meet Chadron’s amazing college staff, professors, peers, and community members. I could not picture my life without Chadron!
Changing My Major
I remember the day I changed majors. I had always known I wanted to be a teacher, soon followed by math teacher. After taking more college math credits than I could use, I came into college thinking I would be a high school math teacher. I was at my older sister’s house after not doing well in Calc 2. It is best summed up by saying that I had a vastly different learning style than he did teaching style. I had been talking with my advisor and sister about it for a few days. When I finally took the plunge and made it middle school, I knew it was the right move. My sister said I seemed visibly at peace.
Learning from My Dad
From when I was little, my dad has always been the hardest worker I knew. He did what he was supposed to do and more up to his own standards. He should up before he had to and left long after 8 hours. He worked nights so he could watch my little sister while I was at preschool (four-years-old), then took us to either grandparents before leaving for work. We did not see him any other time of day, so he made sure it was our special time. He did this from as early as I can remember until both my parents lost their jobs and started their own business when I was ten (another great example of both of my parent’s work ethic). My dad was amazing. However, I am currently in the stage of early adulthood of realizing your parents are not perfect. I was always used to the idea that my mom was not because she was always open and honest. My dad made himself out to be perfect, but yet, here I am, roughly 17 years past this memory and finding plot holes in things I held dear. So, while my dad taught me to always work hard the conventional way, he also taught me to stick to my word, be honest, and above all, be kind.