My greatest accomplishment: I was almost a College dropout. Almost.
Timothy Vitagliano
Issue date: 5/1/08 Section: Opinion
The long haul is over (with a big long sigh and a tear in one eye). After the most stressful semester in the history of semesters (that being fall 2007) and the less painful spring semester, I will be graduating.
This is probably the time to get nostalgic. Stand on the beach in silence, looking off to the horizon, while the wind whips back my hair.
But maybe I can leap up on the high horse and recount a few words about my experience at BSC.
It all started in fall 2004 when I transferred from Cape Cod Community College. I did not last long in the dorms and was promptly ushered out two months into the semester (for reasons I'd rather not disclose). This presented a major problem, besides my parents' aggravation I now had to commute from Falmouth (a 45-50 minute commute on the good days). I don't know what motivated me to continue, but I managed to commute for two years.
After reassessing my situation I realized that in order to actually get more out of my education I needed to move back to the Bridgewater area. It was not long before things changed for me after I got involved here at the paper.
But it wasn't quite that simple either. I continued to make a lot of bad decisions, but was lucky enough to stay involved with The Comment. After two years of working here I have found a whole lot about myself (add another sigh here).
I am sure if you have read this far you are saying: "Wow! Thanks for that recapitulation of your education." But for me, graduation is so close and I have to look back at all the things that have made up this experience.
How did I get myself into the situation where I was kicked out? Did it mean anything? Was it some sort of sign or just a stupid accident? All I know is that it made me have to try harder.
If I was never forced to commute to campus I probably would not have dedicated as much time to class and just continued floating along. By being forced to get up early and drive here every other day I valued my education more. It was not just some short trip to school. I was either here or at home, there was no in-between.
This is probably the time to get nostalgic. Stand on the beach in silence, looking off to the horizon, while the wind whips back my hair.
But maybe I can leap up on the high horse and recount a few words about my experience at BSC.
It all started in fall 2004 when I transferred from Cape Cod Community College. I did not last long in the dorms and was promptly ushered out two months into the semester (for reasons I'd rather not disclose). This presented a major problem, besides my parents' aggravation I now had to commute from Falmouth (a 45-50 minute commute on the good days). I don't know what motivated me to continue, but I managed to commute for two years.
After reassessing my situation I realized that in order to actually get more out of my education I needed to move back to the Bridgewater area. It was not long before things changed for me after I got involved here at the paper.
But it wasn't quite that simple either. I continued to make a lot of bad decisions, but was lucky enough to stay involved with The Comment. After two years of working here I have found a whole lot about myself (add another sigh here).
I am sure if you have read this far you are saying: "Wow! Thanks for that recapitulation of your education." But for me, graduation is so close and I have to look back at all the things that have made up this experience.
How did I get myself into the situation where I was kicked out? Did it mean anything? Was it some sort of sign or just a stupid accident? All I know is that it made me have to try harder.
If I was never forced to commute to campus I probably would not have dedicated as much time to class and just continued floating along. By being forced to get up early and drive here every other day I valued my education more. It was not just some short trip to school. I was either here or at home, there was no in-between.
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