Transcript/attendance Reflection

I am no star athlete, super genius, or tear-jerking opera singer. In fact, I am quite average

and it is not a bad thing. Sometimes, I am above average and it is a nice surprise. I used to look

at my transcripts and feel so embarrassed in what I saw, but after some time I realized that they

really are not as bad as I think.

I started looking at my transcript report as if I was a college admittance counselor. I can

see that my transcripts tell a story. There are four years of band classes, a constant heavy class

load, helpful electives, and mediocre test scores. These transcripts belong to a busy band student

who travels all over California with one of the best high school bands in the Central Valley.

These transcripts belong to a girl who likes a little bit of a challenge, even if it doesn’t always

pan out the way she envisioned. These transcripts belong to a girl who got A’s in classes she

obviously liked such as band, guitar, computer graphics, physics, economics, and anatomy.

It is a good thing that the A’s in my band classes and other outweighed the subjects I

wasn’t as strong in or passionate about where I received B’s and C’s. There is one lingering

grade that haunts me to this day. During my junior year I received a D in math 3 for both

semesters and that really hurt. I didn’t realize at the time how much that would hurt me, but it

did. When you compare my junior year grades to my attendance record, there is obvious

correlation. I missed over twenty days of school! Mostly for personal reasons. Junior year was

really hard for me mentally and some days I didn’t have the will to want to come. But since then,

I have improved tremendously and I no longer dwell on one bad grade because no matter what, I

was still accepted to my top University.

 In high school, I worked for what I wanted. I know what I am capable of and I really

proved that in my senior year with a 4.0 for both semesters. This is all just a learning process and

there was a lot of growth in such a short four years. My transcripts do not define me, or maybe

they do. I am not the best, but I am also not the worst.