The Flip Side: March 2013

Aristotle once said, "Those who know, do. Those that understand, teach." I have always thought of myself as a person who is less spectacular than most. I don't stand out much, either in personality, dress, or knowledge. Yet, former students always attest to the helpfulness and guidance I gave them.

Thinking about college week takes me back to my own road - a bumpy one, for sure - to college. Everything I came to know about college, I learned during my senior year. Unfortunately, I learned that my 3 previous years were the measuring stick colleges used for admission. Mistake. Never will I be unprepared again. The grade gods heaped blessings upon me as I received all A's my freshman year. This was the calm before the storm. Their wrath wreaked havoc on my sophomore and junior years, bringing more C's than A's. By senior year, I was considered a joke in my class. As one of 4 asian students, people assumed brains and A's. When reality didn't meet expectation, they laughed. Someone even challenged me - $50 to the person with the highest GPA by year's end. Then I rained havoc on them. A shiny 3.78 GPA to end the year earned me $50.

My choices for college were narrow. Community college or bust. Of course, people always spoke of the black hole community college offered. Close to home, too many friends around, and no sight towards the future 4 year university that lay waiting. It was a recipe for disaster. At Antelope Valley College, though, the one activity I sought peace in gave me a way out: tennis. After enrolling in and attending a tennis class at AVC, the teacher, who also was the women's tennis coach, told me about tryouts for the men's team. I went, the men's coach hit with me, and the rest was history. I thought I was just playing tennis. But the coach also mentioned academic counseling, as well as the opportunity to register for classes first. Instead of get swallowed up by the system, I used it. I completed lower division general education classes, found English as a major, pulled a 3.5 GPA, and transferred to Loyola Marymount University. Two years of college. $3,000 spent.

At Loyola Marymount University, or LMU, people told me that graduating with a bachelor's degree in 4 years was hard. They also said to enjoy college. Well, I did both. I took classes all week, studied when I wasn't in class or sleeping, and spent hours learning how to use a computer to type all my papers. Hard work. I finished all my English classes, along with a introductory singing class and acting class. I also joined the school's Pilipino club, Isang Bansa. It was absolutely the best two years of my life.

But if you want to become a teacher, an even greater road lay ahead. Two more years in a school of education, where teachers taught teachers how to teach. Mount St. Mary's College offered this opportunity, and I opened my arms to it. After working a job in the morning as a teacher's aide, I spent my own time earning a classroom of my own. All the money I earned from my job went to school. I was living on ramen and fast food. I knew there would be better times, though. Why? Because I went to college.

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