I used to be fairly confident in my academic ability. Even when my grades began to slip, I knew that with the right amount of effort and drive, I was capable of grasping and excelling in anything. I delved into every topic taught, even those that didn’t draw my interest. For example, I used to dislike history but I entered the class with an open mind, absorbing as much information as I could and recognizing itsnimportance. I began to read novels pertaining to the topics discussed in class on my own, such as personal accounts and memoirs of The Great War.
To sum it up, I learned for the sake of learning. I grew up in a household that was financially unstable, and would read anything I could get my hands on because it was the most enjoyable thing I had to do. For example, in elementary school I would borrow my aunt’s high school textbooks and skim/read through those, depending on the difficulty of the material.
This fall, I’ll be attending a college that is known for being rigorous. The primary reason I wanted to attend was that learning for the sake of learning is greatly valued there and I knew it was a place where I would be challenged. When I received the acceptance letter, I was shocked yet excited. I immediately began mapping my courses, reading about students’ experiences, researching the extracurricular opportunities offered, etc. Up until recently, I couldn’t wait to begin my new journey. However, as I read more and more about the school and the academics, feelings of anxiety replaced those of excitement.
I started to see a pattern of students saying that academics were challenging, and often close to impossible to earn high marks, no matter how hard they tried. I used to believe that I could focus on throroughly learning the material, and the grades would take care of themselves. I used to think exams were just learning experiences and evaluations of how well I knew the material and what I needed to work on. However, I don’t feel this way anymore. Now, I feel like how well I do in college is, in some ways, out of my control. Sure, there will be a significant difference if I study vs if I just coast through college, but no matter how much effort I put in I’m afraid that I will not excel or earn a high enough GPA to attend grauduate school.
I’m starting to feel like the college made a mistake by accepting me. My test scores are below their 25th percentile and I’m coming from a school that isn’t known for its academics. I lack strong writing skills and am not familiar with literary masterpieces or every detail about American history. I’ve never written a research paper longer than five pages and have never been critiqued or evaluated on my writing. I looked forward to being able to improve my writing in college but now I’m shying away from taking writing-intensive and discussion-based classes for fear of not having anything valuable to contribute or being stuck writing subpar papers despite how much help I seek out. I’m afraid that my peers will be much more intelligent than I am and that I’ll constantly feel inferior and out of place.
Most importantly, I fear that I’ve lost my intrinsic desire to succeed. All I can think about now is grades and graduate school and feeling up-to-par with my peers. I don’t know what has happened to me, it’s like my love of learning and trying new things despite the possibility of failure has been sucked out of me. That intrinsic motivation is what led me to be successful in school, and, without it, I feel like I’m facing four miserable years in school.
I’ve been feeling really bummed out about this, and I was hoping some of you here on CC could offer your advice or share any relatable experiences.