It’s been quite a ride
on the academic roller coaster I've been strapped to for the last four years.
Challenging myself in high school with Honors and AP classes was a path I
decided to take even before freshman year started. However, I never knew what a
jam-packed intellectual schedule would entail for years to come.
After two years of
straight A’s and only a mild amount of struggling, junior year came swiftly. It
was already time to study for the SAT for the whole summer, visit colleges, and
sign up for AP tests. I became overwhelmed with tons of extracurricular
activities and hours of homework and studying, not to mention cross country or
track every day after school. I spent each night in my room with my head in a
book and a pen in my hand. I had conquered yet another year—by far the worst
yet—with just one “B” on my transcript. The summer swept in to save the day.
Or so I thought. More
college visits and scholarship searches began, and the days of laying on the
beach and swimming in the pool diminished at an exponential rate. September
rolled around at maximum speed, bringing the start of senior year and college applications
along with it. I experienced a huge reality check when I already had an AP
Calculus 2 test on the second day of school, and my AP English summer
assignment was not up to par with the teacher. Worry immediately set in as I
scrambled to fit everything into my schedule. Homework was pushed to 2 o’clock
in the morning because clubs and sports were so time consuming after school.
The lack of sleep
crumbled my mental state. I began worrying constantly, having nightmares (in
the little time that I did sleep) about specific exams taking place in my
bedroom or receiving rejection letters from all of the colleges I applied to.
After a dramatic anxiety attack in school, I took a step back. I began
thinking, what is the point of all of this?
I mulled over the root
cause of all of my anxiety and stress. Obviously, getting into a top-notch
university is a dream that doesn't come easy. I then remembered the reason I
wanted to try so hard in the first place. As a girl, with much of my motivation
coming from Alice Paul and the Women’s Rights movement, becoming successful and
influential would be an accomplishment on behalf of all women. I remembered
that becoming a prosperous and well-educated woman is something worth every bit
of hard work and determination. I hope to create a background for myself in
Chemical Engineering (my prospective major) that will motivate younger women in
high school to work to achieve their goals as well. Suddenly, a bit of the
weight was lifted off of my shoulders.
When I look around at
school, I see many intelligent, responsible, and involved young women with
bright futures. The first 5 students in the class are actually all girls this
year (one of them being me!) However, more young women should be striving for a
higher potential for themselves. The first step is a rigorous high school
education. In the future, I will use the skills that I have harnessed in school
to help bring up other girls to the peak of the mountain with me.
-Kiersten Campbell