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As I continue to hear about the misunderstanding between High Point University and West Point Military Academy whenever I bring up High Point in general, it always makes me laugh because it reminds me how much of a small school it is. However, due to its recognition by newspaper and journal outlets in the past several years, it astonishes me how people have really never heard of this beautiful institution. I grew up in Stratham, New Hampshire, a small town in New England that is approximately twenty minutes away from the Atlantic Coast of our state.Stratham, NH |
Moving into the R.G. Wanek Center
was perhaps one of the happiest days of 2016 as I was able to move forward with
my new life as a Panther. It was the day I met my new best friend, or my
roommate for the 2016-2017 school year, Brittany from a small town in New
Jersey. As much as we initially and still do have in common, our interests were
still far apart. It pretty much starts at the moment when I told her I was an
International Relations and Spanish double major when I found out she was
totally against history, politics, and language. In contrast, she is an
Exercise Science major with strong interests in math and science, so whenever she
needed help with homework that concerned economics or democracy, I helped her!
Brittany and I, September 2016 |
Besides from our differences
concerning education, she has been the best person I relied on because of her
experiences in the past, which included the deaths of both of her parents.
Along with little interaction she’s had with her brother, she has proven to me
what true strength looks like. Luckily, we both had classes that started around
the same time and I always relied on her to yank me out of bed; I am eighteen
years old and I still have not adapted to waking up at 7am almost
everyday. While she went to her
anthropology course at 7:50am, I went to my First Year Seminar called The Arab
Spring. The most interesting thing, I believe, about having a roommate that is
studying something completely different from me is that I can listen to her
about what she likes and dislikes. Listening is a key virtue when developing a
relationship with a new roommate, and from what I observe based off what she
says, I’m able to understand her point of view.
One of the attributes of High Point
University that grabbed my attention from the very start was its focus in the
study abroad programs. From the very beginning, I have always wanted to travel
and continue my education in Spain because that is the origin of the Spanish
language. Although this country has a different dialect than other countries
like Chile or Mexico, I believe that it can teach me so much about
communication within the Spanish language. So far, I’ve been studying the
language since the sixth grade and it has always been important to me due to my
Mexican heritage. With a professor from Chile during the fall semester, I was
able to embrace more of my background because she would always share stories as
a little girl and explain what her life was like when she first moved to the
United States.
I think one of the most prominent
professors I’ve had so far was Dr. Graeber, who is part of the Political
Science and International Relations departments, simply because of his passion
for teaching. The first day he walked in he introduced himself with a short
timeline of his life, and this really helped me understand how he was going to
be as a professor. I consider himself a younger professor than most, but he
still had the passion and knowledge of the course that I was taking; it was my
Intro to International Relations course, a major requirement. Although I had
only obtained a B+ in his course, we discussed rigorous topics among economics,
diplomacy, and solutions that would solve the information and commitment problems
within governments and militaries across the world. Even though I had known
that I wanted to pursue a career in government, this class motivated me to
express more activism concerning the previous election and my passion for
spreading democracy and human rights.
I never expected the fall semester
to go by quickly the second I landed in Boston for Christmas break. I exited
the plane knowing that I had put in my best work I had ever done, but it still
astonished me that I was still in love with High Point University despite the
work. As I reflected with my mom about the up’s and down’s of the semester, I
could tell that most of my experiences reflected more positively because I had
enjoyed almost every second of the semester that this institution offered me. I
may have lost a few friends here and there, but through the amount of clubs and
programs, I was still capable of expressing who I really was and found friends
who loved me for me.