<p>I've always dreamed big, but came up short. Always saying, "I would do anything to become a doctor." But never coming through.</p>
<p>Freshman year rolls around. I think I'm hot because I was in the advanced classes in middle school. So I enrolled in 4 honors, 2 regulars, to start it off. 2 weeks go by, dropped 3 honors, so I'm left with 1 honors and 5 regulars. Ouch. And to top it off, I couldn't even manage to get As in these classes. Was it because I was not smart? No. It was because my work ethic was a piece of crap. At the end of freshman year, I had a pretty ol' 3.206 weighted GPA. Wow, what a let down from the 3.75+ I had been expecting. </p>
<p>So then sophomore year comes around. I get the big "step it up" speech from the parents. I get excited, thinking that I will do great this year, since I know what I did wrong last year. WRONG. I did just as bad--wait--worse than last year. I ended the first semester with a 3.1 weighted GPA. Every single one of my dreams shot out the window. Looking at college freshman profiles that accept mainly people in the 3.6-3.9 range, I believed I had no chance. </p>
<p>But then, I really started to dig down and figure out how to improve. I took it upon myself to rid myself of distractions. Had my dad change my facebook password so only he could sign me on, tv taken out of the room, computer was downstairs so I couldn't mess around on it in my room, and I made a rule for myself to do my homework before ANYTHING else. </p>
<p>So second semester of sophomore year comes around. I start of hot. Really hot! I mean straight As in my honors class and 5 regulars. But then the middle of the semester came; and somehow I dropped below an A in every class but 2. Ouch. So I dedicated the rest of my sophomore year social life to get my GPA up as high as I possibly could. I turned in missed work for partial credit, did every extra credit opportunity possible, and studied my arse off for everything. Two days before finals rolled around, I had 4 As and 2 Bs, that were mathematically impossible to raise to an A, regardless of the amount of extra work I did. To shorten this part, I killed the finals and ended sophomore year second semester with a 3.75</p>
<p>Junior year comes now. The most important year of all. I knew what I had to do, and how to do it. I knew how hard I needed to work, considering that now I was actually in 2 APs, an honors, and three other moderately difficult classes. I capitalized on this work ethic all year, all the time. Never dropping below a 92% in any class. I really had more time than ever for a social life as well. By getting rid of the procrastinating side of me, I got my work done more efficiently and done better, since I had no distractions. I ended Junior year with a 4.416. Now, DAMN! From a 3.2, to a 3.4, to a 4.416!? Hell of an increase! </p>
<p>With Junior year finished as great as it was, I also scored a 32 on the ACT. </p>
<p>Senior year comes by. Listening to my friends talk about which blow offs they're taking, I felt like a loser loading up on classes like AP Stat, AP Econ, AP Gov, and others. To say the least, these were actually easier than I expected, getting As in all my classes, and 5s on the AP tests. Ended first semester of senior year with a solid 4.5.</p>
<p>So 3.2 + 3.4 + 4.416 + 4.5 = 3.879. Not too shabby, eh?</p>
<p>I ended my record with a 3.88 GPA, 32 ACT, and a lot of volunteer work. </p>
<p>I applied to my previous dream colleges: UMichigan, USC, Boston University, UIllinois, UWisconsin-Madison, and NYU. </p>
<p>Got into every, single, school. Not one rejection letter came into my mailbox. </p>
<p>Coming from the biggest slacker I know, ME, if you don't think you have what it takes, think again. It'll take a while for your new work ethic to settle in, but once it does, make sure to keep it going. </p>
<p>Here's the quote I have sitting in front of my desk, so any time I look up, I have to read it</p>
<p>"We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, therefore, is not an act, but a habit" Aristotle</p>