The thing that I was dreading most about going to college was the many term papers that I was going to have to write. I was really good at doing research and in my head, I could put the information together logically, but when it came to putting it on paper that was another story. It never quite turned out as I had imagined it would.

My parents had even hired someone to help me learn to write better research papers. She really tried to help, but maybe I just cannot be helped. I tried so hard, and my grades on everything else were exceptional. I just could not write a good paper to save my life and I knew there would be many of them to write in college.

I remember the first essay I ever wrote. I thought I had done such a nice job and I had worked so hard on it. But, I got a really poor grade. I went to speak to the teacher to find out why. When she started explaining it, it made perfect sense. That is when I realized that I had a problem. In the end, it did not improve much, but I somehow got into college anyway. Now, I will be attending my first class and I am dreading the first essay I have to write. They will not be near as understanding as the teachers were in high school.