Matthew Felsted
The Road to College
The warm golden state of California planted in my mind an ideal high school learning experience. From the very first day the teachers dedicated themselves to leading the pupils to college. Most reasonable routes to a successful career had beginnings with a college education. Every year our appointed counselors would cajole us towards college. They would emphasize the importance of going to college and would set our class schedules each year based on our different interests and pursuits.
The first memorable landmark was the first day of high school. Exciting as sunshine and a warm beach my high school was an outdoors high school where just about everything but the individual class room units was outside. On my senior year of high school I transferred to Foot Hill Community College. This is where high school students like me at the time were able to take college classes. The next landmark was with high school graduation. There wasn’t anything special about graduation. After graduation I moved to Utah where I began my college experience at the University of Utah.
My college path has been a ‘nonlinear’ path. Taking classes in this manner offered creative ‘interference’. The order of classes have not induced any form of regret. Similar to the manner that I typically read non-fiction material, not page to page but non-sequentially, I took classes.
Uninteresting classes trapped some of my creative focus with roadblocks on the road of creative freedom. Being forced to argue in favor of things I opposed or objected to pushed unwanted tension on my studies.
The journey has been protracted and extended. College studies have proven to be an enjoyable and intellectually satisfying pursuit. Most of my college tuition has been paid for through government funding. The journey to this point has been worth the costs. College requires sacrifice.
The first memorable landmark was the first day of high school. Exciting as sunshine and a warm beach my high school was an outdoors high school where just about everything but the individual class room units was outside. On my senior year of high school I transferred to Foot Hill Community College. This is where high school students like me at the time were able to take college classes. The next landmark was with high school graduation. There wasn’t anything special about graduation. After graduation I moved to Utah where I began my college experience at the University of Utah.
My college path has been a ‘nonlinear’ path. Taking classes in this manner offered creative ‘interference’. The order of classes have not induced any form of regret. Similar to the manner that I typically read non-fiction material, not page to page but non-sequentially, I took classes.
Uninteresting classes trapped some of my creative focus with roadblocks on the road of creative freedom. Being forced to argue in favor of things I opposed or objected to pushed unwanted tension on my studies.
The journey has been protracted and extended. College studies have proven to be an enjoyable and intellectually satisfying pursuit. Most of my college tuition has been paid for through government funding. The journey to this point has been worth the costs. College requires sacrifice.