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My first exposure to college was when I was 9 years old. I went to a UCLA football game with an after school program at my elementary school. I was mesmerized by all the spirit, the 8 clap, the blue and the gold.
I asked my teacher, “Why are they so excited??”
He said, “They have pride in their school! You know Kelly, one day you can go to college and have pride too.”
“College,” I thought. “Not sure what college is but I want it!”
From that day on, I learned what the heck college was and talked about these plans with everyone. My sixth-grade teacher recommended me for the AVID program and after being accepted into the program I knew college was a part of my future.
In middle and high school, I earned good grades, I enrolled in honor and AP courses and I was involved. I did everything I needed to be accepted.
I didn’t get into the schools I wanted. I did get into some. I ended up selecting to go to San Francisco State University. Something didn’t feel right about my decision though and I ultimately decided to stay home and go to East Los Angeles College (ELAC).
I felt like a total failure. The embarrassment and shame I felt for going to community college first was unbearable. I did everything I was supposed to do and I didn’t make it. I worked full time and went to school full time my first semester. I did not want to spend any time on campus. I was focused on getting my prerequisites done as soon as possible so I could transfer out, ASAP. I hated when people asked me where I was going to college. I would find creative ways to answer, “Oh I am saving money and getting classes done to transfer to _______” or “ I am applying to schools next year, getting through my lower division classes first.”
My second semester, something in me changed. I was taking a Friday evening chemistry course (terrible idea by the way), there I began making friends. We would study and study and STUDY. Most of the time in groups and we would have so much fun! Most of us were in that Friday evening class because we worked full time. Learning all my classmates “why”, had me looking at community college very differently. I started to feel more comfortable being there. I saw a flyer for study abroad with ELAC and decided to apply. I spent that summer in Paris, France. I studied French and French Civilization. The program collaborated with different schools, so I had students from San Jose State University and San Diego State University in class with me. It was at that point that I realized, we are all doing the same work. Just because I was at ELAC vs. San Diego State or San Jose State didn’t mean I failed, it meant I took a different route.
That fall, I completely changed my perspective. I stopped working and emerged myself completely into my school, East Los Angeles College! I made more new friends, enrolled in honors classes and began to get involved on campus. When I was looking for a space for my passion, Political Science, I couldn’t find one. So, I created one! ELAC Students for Political Awareness (ESPA), which to my surprise continues to be a space for aspiring political scientists and activist.
I applied to transfer and got admitted to multiple schools I liked and to the school I originally wanted to go to, Loyola Marymount University. However, I am proud to say that my journey in higher education started at East Los Angeles College, Go Huskies!
If you are feeling any of the emotions I felt, I completely empathize. My advice to you is to be present at your new school. Make new friends, get involved! Don’t go to campus just for class. Go to campus and immerse yourself. Have pride in your school! I am so grateful to those Friday evening chemistry friends. We inadvertently created community and that helped me gain confidence and pride. My route to college was not what I had envisioned but I wouldn’t want it to be any other way.
Thank you for writing this article! I am a high school counselor and other the years, I’ve had students in your position. I try my best to send that message that community college equal failure. We all have different paths however these paths can lead to the the same place.