Sunday, May 7, 2017
Moorpark College: A Reflection
This has less to do with writing, and more to do with reminiscing. But it is about Moorpark College.
Now that my final days at Moorpark College are coming to a close, I feel it appropriate to reflect on my journey at this...fine institution.
I began attending Moorpark right after graduating High School in June of 2015. I distinctly remember my sister (2 years my elder) announcing that she would attend community college, right out of high school. I thought it was the biggest joke. Community college wasn't necessarily painted as this...glamorous bastion of knowledge and learning. I thought it was where drop-out's belonged, or people who needed a supplementary education after finding their course in life. I remember laughing at my teacher's suggestion of a "junior college".
I was kind of a little shit.
Anyway, fast forward two years, and I was in my sister's shoes. Planless, mediocre grades (nothing U.C. worthy), and no direction.
That's a one-way ticket to Moorpark College.
So, I watched my friends all get their letters of acceptance and rejection. I watched them hitch their every belonging to their cars, and spread out across the country, and even, the world. I was left behind. In Moorpark.
...Suffice it to say that I was incredibly disheartened.
The first thing I remember was parking. I came, on my first day, to find every single spot taken. I parked in a staff spot, and came late to class.
I learned to leave an hour early, the following morning.
I remember feeling bouts of loneliness. I felt small, and insignificant, and I didn't want to raise my hand, ever. I'm not an introvert, but I don't like participating when I feel like I don't quite belong.
I remember trying to figure out the registration system like it was damned calculus equation. Waking up at four in the morning to reserve spots was insanity at its finest.
...And then my second semester came. And my third, and now my fourth.
I am still late to class, despite my best efforts.
I still feel bouts of loneliness.
Sometimes I do still space out in class.
But that doesn't mean that progress hasn't been made.
I came to this campus with the intention of honing my interests and skills to become a formidable transfer student, and eventually, job candidate.
I learned many valuable lessons:
1. You don't need to be surrounded by friends all the time.
2. You can do good work, no matter the institution.
3. People seriously don't care about your background, what you wear, or anything like that in the real world.
4. Ask and you shall receive. (Alternatively: Do NOT stare at the professor in hopes that he will understand that you desperately need help because you're too shy to ask for it)
5. Doing your homework on time is SO underrated.
6. There is ALWAYS someone better at what you think you're the best at. Be humble.
7. Do not judge people based on where they live, or go to school. You will be surprised.
8. There is a beautiful sort of comradery that develops when there's a big test coming and no one is prepared.
9. Rate my professor is USUALLY pretty damn accurate.
10. Moorpark has really, really beautiful sunsets.
There are many more, but these were some of the most common.
I will always look back fondly at my time here at Moorpark, despite the fact that I often wish I wasn't here. (That's just the hip thing to do, right?) I will always see it as a sort of safe haven of growth, where I learned a lot more about who I was, and more importantly, who I could be.