<p>I ended my high school career with a 3.3 unweighted GPA, had never not taken an honors course, had taken 10 AP classes, had a 1490/2240 on my SATs, was accepted out of state to a top flagship state university,was going into college with 25 credits, was a prospective doctor, and, in my mind, had all the potential in the world for success. I certainly had ample excitement to have the privilege and ability to go to this college; excited to start a new life, with new friends, new experiences. After my freshman year as a pre-med student, I was not able to maintain a GPA that was needed to earn a coveted spot in a prestigious medical school (followig in the footsteps of my sister and the wishes of my father at the time). So I decided to switch; obviously not uncommon. College courses were tough, and during them, I never really had the drive or willingness to put in the necessary time and effort. Inconsistency was my main problem throughough my collegiate career. But with dogged ears and determined heart I instead set my sights on a history degree in a top 10 department.</p>
<p>So after my freshman year, after deciding to reevaluate my priorities; a bachelor's degree in the humanities rather than the path to a prestigious career as a doctor, has seemed to relegate my fate to a less successful prospective. After my first two semesters in college I had earned a 2.643 and a 2.0, respectively. Starting out as a sophomore and a declared history major, I earned a 3.077 my first semester and a 2.692 my second semester. Things were looking up. But in my junior year things started to unravel; taking all history courses during my first semester, I went to only a select few lectures (in the single digits for each of my three classes), however did take the time and effort to complete essays for two of my classes on time. Not going to discussion for two of my classes was extremely deleterious to my grades; for which I earned a C and a D. For the D I did not take one midterm and did not go to discussions or class and turned in a few late papers (I guess getting a D was fortunate). For one of the C's I did not attend discussions but completed all the midterm essays and final. For my other C I did not attend class but attended most of the discussions for the semester. I only read what was necessary for me to complete essays and the tests that I attended. It was during this year in the Fall of 2009, that I spent living alone in a studio apartment. My girlfriend lived very close by and we would spend all our evenings together; eating dinner together, watching movies, etc. However there was an obvious change in my interactions with her and with the outside world at large. No longer did I complain about school or schoolwork; since there wasn't much I could complain about. I'm sure I was more introspective than usual and definitely had a lack of energy to do certain activities. And due to the fact that I was living alone I had less and less restraint to my magnetic attraction to smoking large amounts of weed. I could go home after spending my evenings with my girlfriend and spark up a joint, or two, or four... and play computer games and browse the internet and go out for late night pizza or other munchies-related cravings with seemingly no repurcussions. Seemingly of course. I had blocked the entire world out until only a very limited few activities were left in my life; and none of those included things that could possibly have any positive effect on my future successes. I'd estimate that in the two semesters; one in which I only very marginally attended classes, and the other in which I did not attend at all after the first two weeks, I probably smoked well over a pound of weed. It had been a recreational habit until this point but during this semester I was not able to control my usage, and coupled with the fact that after a few weeks of not attending classes and not turning in essays, a fair bit of despair, an insane amount of denial took over. Months and months passed in this vein and by the end of the semester I finally contacted my folks; I was also out of money. They were relieved that I called them, but extremely disappointed and worried about my current situation. Since the end of the school year I have not smoked at all. I see this as a big step towards improving my situation. I have recognized the laundry list of wrongs I have accomplished and will try to resolve every last one of them for the future. This is just a slight summary of how my life went awry.</p>
<p>I'm starting to feel quite a bit of resignation. At this point in time my GPA stands at 2.424 having earned 81 credits and I have been dropped from the university for a year. After my first semester I had a 2.643. Second semester I earned a 2.0. Third semester I earned a 3.077, fourth semester a 2.692, and in my fifth semester I got a 1.667; 2 C's and one D. Overall in my college career I have earned 1 A, 1 AB, 5 B's, 3 BC's, 7 C's, 1 D, and 4 NW's (No Work). My parents are not willing to pay for me to re-attend the same college and I do not want them to shoulder that same burden for me again. Having this amount of credits and a low GPA hampers my ability to complete my degree at another college, and most would not even consider it seeing as my status is currently dismissed or dropped for a year. I have been looking into alternative ways to complete my bachelors degree but am getting more and more resigned. I want to, and think I am ready to, once again study and complete work in higher education after my complete lapse of sensibility, responsibility, discipline, control, etcetera ad nauseum. I feel the deepest feelings of guilt, regret, and embarrassment. </p>
<p>At this point I am currently a resident of Tennessee; colleges will not overlook my dismissal from my former university to accept me, and I feel too far along on my way to my bachelor's degree in history to look into getting an associates degree or technical degree. Just wondering what other types of options I have. I'm afraid I'll have to finish my degree in a really shotty school because no other school will take me in my current status. From here on out I know that most of what I do in the next few months will define the rest of my life. I started volunteering my time during the week until I can find a job (a tall order), and gain some semblance of financial independence (through completing my degree and finding a job) and other opportunities for me to get back on my feet.</p>