At the Beginning in College

I started college with a 3.84 GPA from high school, and way too many expectations.  I had no idea what I wanted to do in life, but I guessed that I wanted to be an editor.  I started at a community college, and to be honest mainly expected it to be the same easy stuff from high school.  I had never had to study in high school, so I was kind of expecting community college to be the same way; it was not.  I got a huge newsflash when I gained my report card from first semester.  I had never had an "F" before, ever.  I ended up gaining one from the hardest teacher I have had in years...  "Mrs. A." is what I will call her.  She was nice, but she was pregnant and I am pretty sure that affected her mood swings a bit.  Because her class counted as a lab and an English class, I was immediately put on academic probation.  I lost hope in any possibility of becoming an editor, especially with the fact that I had taken another class from her called "Critical Thinking"(Which I gained a "D" in).  The concepts of the class were insanely easy yet she still managed to make the tests really hard, and I had no idea how she was doing it.

All of my other grades were better than her class' grades, but the damage was done.  My parents opened up a piece of mail one day that stated that I was on academic probation, and when they received the mail it hit me hardest.  I had messed up big time.  At first I was going to run away.  I packed my bag full of clothes and 3 water bottles.  I grabbed some cash from my shelves, and then I went to see Ashes, I decided to leave him at home because I knew mom would take care of him.  At first I turned off my cell phone, but then I got to thinking that maybe I should just keep it with me instead of leaving it at home  I had planned to head to Rhode Island worse comes to worst if I could not find a job, because I could at least get a job as a stripper there.  I got to Pittsboro before my common sense kicked in and I realized I should head back.  I finally ended up coming home after attempting to get to my brother's apartment and getting way too lost.  I ended up heading back home in the end because I was just that tired.  My parents did not talk about it, they just had me sit down to dinner and we stayed off the subject; just what I had needed at the time.  They waited a few days for me to calm down before asking me what I was planning to do about my grades, but I had already signed up for the second semester, so I just signed up for ENG 111 to take once again.