Last fall I took statistics at FGCU. I struggled more than I have ever struggled before. I would constantly ask my professor for help and try over and over to figure it out. After many months of struggling through this class, the final came along. My grade was pretty borderline so I was very nervous about this two-part final. Day one of the final came and went and I had felt OK about how I had performed, and then day two came along, and I was completely discouraged. A few weeks passed and the scores came back, and it turned out, I had not passed the class.

Needless to say, I was really upset, and pretty angry. I had never failed a class in my life, and to fail one in college really sucked. I felt pretty dumb at that point, and just kept trying to figure out why I have not passed this class. I talked to some friends who were in my class, and a lot of them struggled too. We did not have a good professor, and she was very unwilling to help. Which is in the end why I did not perform well. I have noticed that if I don't understand something I have to sit down one on one and get help.

This summer, I had to retake stats in order to be able to move on with my program at school. I took it online, since I had already taken it before. I felt prepared and confident in my ability to do well in this class. I worked so hard and put so many hours into this class. All summer I would spend hours each day trying and trying to figure out problems, and succeed in what I have struggled in before.

Then I took the final in the class. I studied my butt off, and took the exam and got a B. I was so happy after I almost cried.

I proved to myself that I could get through that class, and understand what I was learning. I was so close to just giving up on this class, but I am so thankful for the help and encouragement I received this summer because that is really what helped me to do my best.