It is a preconceived notion that you have to get your bachelors degree in 4 years and if you don’t, you’re a failure. So as my guidance counselor recommended I stay an extra semester I couldn’t help but cry.
I have taken 12 credit semesters because that’s all I could handle as I worked on my anxiety and depression. Hearing I could either take a 21 credit semester and graduate or divide that up into two semesters broke me!
I had planned on taking a gap year to study for the MCAT but this news meant that I’d have to extend that year into 18 months. I was devastated!
Here’s, the thing. As I left that office I couldn’t help but notice so many of my classmates who were in their 5th and 6th years, all perfectly happy and going along with their day.
I’ve worked really hard to overcome my mental illness and I don’t wish to throw that away.
My inner struggles, the student strike and the devastating effects Maria had on the island have all been placed in my path but will not derail it.
Although I’m slightly disappointed, I’m OK with this. As we grow, we notice that there is no right or wrong path. Not everything is set in stone. It is only our determination and hard work that will get us where we want to go.