So yesterday was my convocation and I thought I'd bring you all the way back to my first semester of university and tell you a story that morphed who I am today.
Back in my 1A term I was in Mechanical Engineering. It was just past my midterms and although I didn't see my marks yet I felt as though I could have done better on them. So I did what any first year would do and found the academic advisor.
I walked into her office, scared out of my mind, the hour before my 3 hour graphics lab thinking this would be a quick meeting and that she would direct me to some tutors or offer other suggestions.
What happened next floored me.
After I walked in and explained that I felt that I could have done better on my midterms she proceeded to tell me that I should have never been accepted to the University of Waterloo and that I should just drop out.
I'd like to point out that she said all of this without actually seeing my marks.
I left in hysterics, crying through my whole lab and basically every night afterwards. I was in a pretty dark place and was actually considering dropping out of school and calling it quits.
I won't mention any names but there are a select few people who, very stubbornly convinced me otherwise and told me to try out Kinesiology.
From then on the story writes itself. I've loved every minute of kin at Waterloo.
I'm writing this for anyone who is down and stressing out about school that no matter what anyone tells you you need to believe in yourself. Use their negative words to push you and ignite that flame in yourself.
I'll always believe in you,
Jen
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