Community College Success Stories

<p>Just a heads-up: my daughter (18 and a high-school senior, home-schooled but NOT doing dual enrollment, as she is “over” the DE allotment) is at a CC full-time. Unfortunately, one of the few colleges she applied to for Fall 2011 as in incoming Freshman (but with Sophomore status, due to the vast number of CC credit hours she will have accumulated] is only giving her a .5 extra weight per CC course, in figuring her GPA. Whereas they are giving high-school kids who are taking an AP course in high school as full 1.0 extra GPA point. Even if the kids taking an AP Chemistry class have a 2.5 and never pass the AP exam, they will come out with a GPA equal to what my daughter has with a 3.0 (with 4 credit hours!) from Chemistry 1 at the local CC. </p>

<p>Seems kind of unfair. Now, onwards for my own story…</p>

<p>Although I was a very bright student, I never worked very hard nor was I academic. I did take the SATs in the fall of my senior year (different scoring scale) and I averaged what is about 650 in each subject. But my parents–neither who had been to college–were not very supportive. So, at 18 I moved out of my parents’ home and in with my boyfriend; I commuted to high school while working at night for the last few months of the school year. When fall rolled around I enrolled at the community college but I hated it: it was almost an hour’s drive from our apartment and I just wasn’t ready for the commitment. Instead, I continued to work for seven more years, traveled around the country, tended bar, hung out with lowlifes, etc. </p>

<p>When I was 25 and living in Florida I decided I was ready to grow up. I took a couple of night classes at the CC and liked it, earned 4.0s in each class. Then, I turned a profit on a business deal and had several thousand dollars in my pocket. My choice was to either get my private pilot’s license or to return to school full-time. I chose the latter. So I took the ACTs (scored a 24 in Math, having only finished Geometry in high school some ten years earlier) but I scored a 32 in English and a 28 in Science. Applied to and was accepted at a “meh” state U in another part of the state. </p>

<p>After a few weeks at the “meh” state U I determined the environment was nowhere near as academic as I desired. Nevertheless, I made friends with some of the professors (I was age 26), worked part-time on campus, and took 5 classes, 15 credit hours. In late October–with mid-term grades all 4.0–I applied to transfer into a extremely rigorous college for the following Spring semester. I had a very strong recommendation letter from a department head who said I was a wrong fit for the “meh” university and would be perfect for the superior college. </p>

<p>About 3 weeks later I received an acceptance letter from the superior college, in yet another part of the state. I discovered that the work at the college was no harder than the “meh” university, but there was significantly more writing. The other major surprise was that the faculty at the better college was mediocre, and the better instructors were over at the “meh” university. At the superior college I did learn, however, how to teach myself–the faculty did very little teaching, leaving us to fend for ourselves. Good for motivated students like myself; bad for those who need prodding.</p>

<p>BTW, in post #42 I mention my daughter over at the CC…</p>

<p>I compare her classes to what I took at the local CC, the 4-year “meh” uni, and the rigorous college, and I believe the workload is basically the same. The instructors are quite good. </p>

<p>What I DO notice as different is the quality of the work coming from her fellow CC students (they post their essays, thoughts, etc on a blog.) Some of the work is very poor and the majority is merely average. My daughter, who scored a 750 CR 690 WR (essay 10) and 580 M on her SATs, is underwhelmed by her peers.</p>

<p>Did well enough in high school to get into a couple private schools and every public school I applied to. Went, did fairly well but had no money at the end of the first year (didn’t start out with much but missed a whole quarter of work while looking for jobs). Left, worked my ass off all summer, went to community college, took a huge course load (just under the maximum for the regular price) and finished with my AA a quarter early; worked my ass off for another six months and returned to my university as a transfer student, where I did okay. I was working full time for most of my college career but graduated with a lot less debt than most of my peers.</p>

<p>I found CC really easy after uni but that was a huge advantage as I was able to pay less for more classes and work at the same time, while still doing well in my coursework. It would have been harder if I’d done anything but college transfer (especially math or science). I’m so glad I did it. Being debt-free at 25 with an ongoing career and a college education is unbeatable. It’s just such great freedom.</p>

<p>Oh, and re: the peers. Some of my peers were truly unimpressive, but I loved the diversity. I was in classes with a lot of retirees, high-school kids who were amazingly bright but very young, and then there were a lot of workers and military who had so much life experience to draw on.</p>

<p>let’s keep going</p>

<p>Went from graduating in bottom 5th of my high school class, to auto mechanics school, to working as a mechanic in a new car dealership, to returning to a community college (where I studied every night till midnight), to getting accepted as a transfer student to MIT. </p>

<p>The above was 35 years ago. But I still believe community colleges are great places to demonstrate how committed you are about your education. </p>

<p>There is never any guarantee that you’ll get accepted to MIT or any top college. However four year schools will likely look seriously at any applicant who utilizes everything a CC has to offer, in order to show how strong an applicant they really are.</p>

<p>I am a big believer in community colleges.</p>

<p>I knew a professor at Evergreen Valley College who went to James Lick High School which was a very under-performing school, went to Evergreen Valley College, transferred to San Jose State University, and received a M.S. at Yale University and is now currently teaching at Evergreen Valley College. Not sure about GPAs though.</p>

<p>In 1984 Nassau Community College, earned associates>>> Cornell University, BS (CALS)
Rejected by UNC Chapel Hill
college self paid 100%</p>

<p>A community college in California to Brown University.</p>

<p>Went to the Marines right after high school (mainly did it for tution money). Never took the SATs. Finshed my contract after two deployments and 5 yrs later. Started college at a CC in florida then went to another CC in New jersey, and two semesters ago transfered to NJIT studying electrical engineering. Ive been able to maintain a 4.0 with 52 credits. between all the schools. Also a part of the honors program.</p>

<p>Don’t want to share too many of a cousin’s details, but it’s the same story: slacked in high school, aced CC, transfered to the UCals, got her MD at Harvard.</p>

<p>I also know at least five people that got their nursing degrees in community college and went on to UW medical school to become Nurse Practitioners or do an MBA in medical administration (or something similar to that).</p>

<p>I graduated from high school with a lousy GPA - I still went to a four year school from there, but it’s known for letting almost anyone in. After a year of continuing to goof off and barely get by, I moved to a new city where I knew 1 person in order to motivate myself. I got a job, enrolled in CC, and will have lived here for two years when I graduate with two Associate’s degrees in May. I’ll be using Virginia’s Guaranteed Admissions Agreement to transfer with a 3.6.</p>

<p>when ya’ll doing success stores tell your HS GPA aswell and CC</p>

<p>To MmeZeeZee:
You know someone who went to community college and ended up in Harvard Medical School? Wow that is a truly inspirational story for me, a student who is currently completing medical school requirements at community college.</p>

<p>Thanks bottlecap</p>

<p>I would like add to my original post.</p>

<p>I applied to:
Baylor University(1st choice)-Accepted today and am definently going
Ohio State University(Columbus)-Accepted
Temple University-Still waiting but I know I got in</p>

<p>Congratulations on your acceptance’S’ kelly. The upward trend in your GPA is amazing.</p>

<p>HS GPA 3.64
College GPA 3.83 at a Community College in CA
Accepted to UCLA NYU & UNC-Chapel Hill
Enrolled @ UNC in the Fall and got into Kenan-Flagler Business School in the winter.
Started my B-school classes this spring and couldn’t be happier.</p>

<p>thats whats up scrsk8</p>

<p>My early childhood experiences are what led me into “trouble” (so to speak) regarding the school world, so I’ll try to sum up what I can from the beginning to what’s brought me here.</p>

<p>My father and his family were what you’d call the stereotypical Irish drunks. Not only that, but there’s an almost 100% incidence of severe mental illness and cognitive dysfunction on his side, which, of course, was exacerbated by drinking…and more drinking…and more drinking. My mother, meanwhile, has never been what you’d call assertive, and could never get up the gumption to walk out (even to bring me with her); not only that, but even in the small town region where I grew up, my father’s parents were extremely well-connected and loved by all. Add to that, my mother taught elementary school in the district where her someday father-in-law was once principal (and she his employee), and later a town admin, and she met my dad through that. Even more Twilight Zone Mayberry for you: The old man once taught CCD/catechism in the local parish where my mother went to church as a kid. This is at least 20 years before she ever went to work and he was her boss. Creepy, huh? Well, ain’t that America, as John Mellencamp would say. (Miley Cyrus and her brother/husband/father/second step-cousin twice removed might also agree.)</p>

<p>Anyway, Mom and the boss’ son, my father, were later married, and had me, but my mother’s never been a drinker or partier or part of the “in-crowd” (the “good girl,” one might say), and that was a big reason why she quickly fell out of favor with the in-laws. You know the whole thing about a mother-in-law clashing with the wife-to-be because the bride has found herself “in trouble” at some point? One of the biggest arguing points was that my mom didn’t, and my paternal grandmother thought she was preachy and pure. She (grandmother) probably would have preferred it if my father had knocked up the entire varsity cheerleader team rather than settle down and get married to a good wife and mom. </p>

<p>Now, from time to time, I had to visit with these nutcases, who reeked of Marlboros and Budweiser, when I was a little tyke still sipping my apple juice. Not surprisingly, I used to get terrified and throw fits because I didn’t want to leave mom’s side and head to the worst little smokehouse in New England. Physically and in demeanor, my paternal grandmother also reminded me of Ursula the sea witch from The Little Mermaid, which was #1 at the box office around this time, and the parallel imagery resonated deeply within my fragile child psyche. </p>

<p>So my mother became emotionally and physically ill because she did actually want to leave my father, but knew full well that she’d lose any custody battle to the incoherent but powerful Dead Kennedys of Stepford-Amityville. She left her job teaching and was never able to return. Everything just deteriorated from that point on – her health, my father’s habits, and because everything was in such disarray, my emotional state grew worse as well. Once it came time for the first day of school, I wanted to withdraw into my little security shell, and would again throw fits when that forcefield was ever penetrated. </p>

<p>So my mom, being the good mom who would have spent her whole life and career going to bat for the 60 or so kids in her Kindergarten class, now had to face the intolerable cruelty of the town school board for just one – her own. When my father’s temper flared up, she would bring me to stay at her mother’s house for protection while she took the blows (often physically) in their arguments. But according to the school board, I was spending too much time at Grandma’s (in the neighboring town, ironically the same town where Mom once worked) to be counted as a resident/student of the school district where I still did live. It wasn’t that I “lived” at my grandmother’s, but would stay there from time to time. </p>

<p>Nope, according to the school board I had to spend 100% of my time and sleep 365 days of the year in my “hometown,” or I wouldn’t be allowed to stay in school at the public level. So we tried private (Catholic) school, but I was still prone to emotional upset, and if you think the playground bullies are tough (see an earlier post in another section), just wait until the nuns beat the living “demonic possession” out of you. Not only that, but I was tested as having a “gifted”-level IQ, and the See Spot Run format of the picture-book Bible stories just bored me to tears. (This is the Catholic Church, too – big believers in the notion that a little knowledge by a precocious young female is too grievous a sin to amend with an “apple” for the teacher!)</p>

<p>So Catholic school didn’t work; public school didn’t want me; plus, for my stark-raving fear and “tantrums,” the school board wanted me sent off to some insane asylum for “feral” children, so to speak (where they get more “feral” being away from society IMHO). On and on the battle raged; it so happened that the same year I had my first day at school was in 1990 when the ADA was made law. Unfortunately, it took awhile before I was able to get any of the help I needed to succeed and handle the emotional element as well as the academic part – even in grade school. </p>

<p>So for about 10 years while this ongoing battle went forth, my mother would do anything she could to provide me with opportunities to learn, and to coexist with other kids on the playground and in other activities. I never much cared for the other kids but loved the academics, which, of course, presented a problem at this point, because grade school is when kids are doing their team projects and Girl Scouts and sleepovers, and I came at it from a more pragmatic perspective (I actually used the term “pragmatic” at about eight!), and tried to avoid the play groups as much as I possibly could. They wanted to bead; I wanted to read. I’m OK, you’re OK, right? Wrong. See, all the while I was now back at “home” (where the sleeping giant could still pack a punch), I wasn’t “officially” being home-schooled, because there was some type of “agreement” that had to be entered between my parents and the school board to match the curriculum (this is way before NCLB, by the way), and unless I was either sent back into the jungle to swing on the regular monkey bars, without any supportive measures, or sent off to swing from the lights with kids who really believe they’re monkeys at places like Judge Rotenberg (Google it – in their view, Soylent Green is children), essentially I was being truant, and now the law had to step in. Can you believe I actually had to set my size-two feet in pink socks and saddle shoes into a courtroom because of this mess???</p>

<p>So flash forward to 2001. It’s now August, my fifteenth birthday, and the board member who made my life such a living hell because the decision to prevent me from “inclusion” in the classroom was hers, is now gearing up to retire. Now the “case” is dropped, bada-bing, and you’re fifteen, time to go to school. You can imagine the shock of this, the bittersweet numbness of a should-be sophomore having to make up for a decade of lost time. But I surprised myself, because I did. High school is hell for most folks, but actually, I became very friendly with the faculty who understood my rather unprecedented situation and helped me to thrive. Which I did. I mean, the following month was Sept. 11, and the month after that, my mom’s mom, who had taken care of me when Dad was being a “posterior crevice,” was rushed to the hospital after having a stroke – on my baby brother’s eighth birthday, to boot. There’s a law that states you can’t “graduate” high school with a diploma from regular school (not night school or a GED) past the age of twenty. So to compensate for my “missed” requisites I would attend high school part time (to “ease” myself in), and did an articulation agreement with my local community college to take the ‘developmental’ coursework as a substitute for ninth-grade English and so forth. Thankfully, I graduated a mere two months before I turned twenty, because I was determined to walk across the stage and be rewarded for my hard work in the real-life school of hard knocks. </p>

<p>Want to hear more about fate? Guess when I graduated high school and rid myself of the devil for good.</p>

<p>June 6, 2006. 6/6/06.</p>

<p>So right out of high school, I matriculated as a full-time student at this school, and did very well my first two semesters. In 2007, though, I dropped out because at the time, I was taking what’s called “half” courses (thirteen-week seminars sort of squished into five- or seven-week intervals), and for three of those five (or seven, I think), I had fallen ill with a severe bout of pneumonia. The stress of college life and more catch-up work really knocked me for a loop, plus I’d never really resolved any of the emotional clutter that was still bound up from the past. I was practically high on a myriad different antidepressants and I just couldn’t think straight. Chest cold or no chest cold, I was heading for a break in more ways than one.</p>

<ol>
<li>I’m at home, still not in school, growing fat on TV and junk food and basically going nowhere at the age of 23. Guess what, that summer I got swine flu (or what people later told me was swine flu), and was really sick and probably could have died. So I got sick on Father’s Day (hm, more symbolism here?), and was not even halfway to recovery by my birthday in late August. Around the same time, my father went through a bout with MRSA, and everyone was under as much quarantine as was humanly possible for us, because we live in really close quarters and no one really has a “bedroom” of his/her own. My grandmother, by the way, did recover remarkably from the stroke in '01 – and another mini-stroke weeks after returning home that year – and another the year before this (she’s a fighter, I tell ya). Now that I didn’t require a “district” per se, I would stay more often in relative peace at her house. Of course, I still “lived” with my folks, and two people roaming about with contagious illnesses (and one possibly infecting the other just through the air), isn’t good for a nonagenarian’s well-being, but surprisingly she was the only one who never got sick!</li>
</ol>

<p>So back to me, well, throughout this summer-long ordeal, I basically flushed myself of not only the hazy fever but the foggy mind that I had from all the “mood enhancers.” One would think that coming off the depression meds was a surefire ticket to a padded room at Bellevue (and not the halls of higher learning), but for the first time in my whole life, I felt clear as a bell once the fever rushed out. In January 2010, I finally returned to school.</p>

<p>That semester was a rocky return, but I actually came away from it feeling much better than ever. One of my professors from an elective English course I took is also the advisor for the school’s literary journal, who was taken aback at how well she thought I wrote – and encouraged me to submit a piece and/or become part of the review staff. They don’t meet in the summer, so once fall started up, that’s just what I did. I’ve not only found the best of friends with the other students on board, but even had a piece accepted and published in the journal – and another piece I wrote for a campus-wide essay contest won second prize and FIFTY BUCKS at that!</p>

<p>Right now I’m part-time, taking a few noncredit personal enrichment classes in my spare time, and 98% of the way finished with my Associate’s Degree (with a 3.85 GPA and Phi Theta Kappa too!). I’m hoping to transfer to Emerson College, aka Jay Leno’s alma mater, come fall. I don’t take anything besides Tylenol for the occasional headache, and have become more interested in the realm of alternative/mind-body health and wellness rather than bandaging the symptoms but never treating the wounds. Sure, in the time span it’s taken me to get a “two-year” degree, I could probably have a bachelor’s by now. But for a turtle like me who used to live life in her shell, I can testify to the fact that slow, and maybe a little unsteady, does ultimately win the race.</p>

<p>Speaking of unselfish shellfish by the North Shore…finally, the world is about to be my oyster. :slight_smile: </p>

<p>(And let me be the first to say, I have to give mom a boatload of thanks.) ^_^</p>