My First Story
I’m a student at Columbia University. I hate it here but I’m also glad I came to this university. I’m glad that I failed a class. I’m glad that I received D’s and C’s in a few of my classes.
I have to remember that I’m not perfect. But I also realize that receiving those grades were a choice, even if I believe I blame my grades on bad professors, etc. In fact, I’m glad I’m failing now.
There’s a silver lining to everything. I experience mental pain through by blaming myself for all that I’ve done: I don’t ask for help from professors, I don’t do work with others, I don’t start the homework on time, I don’t go to TA’s office hours.
I hate Columbia but I love Columbia. I feel like I’m starting to become an adult. Not everything’s perfect. Yet, I’m still here.
That’s all that matters.