My Academic Autobiography
My name is Maria Camila Medina Cardozo. I was born on July 29, 1997, in Neiva, Huila. My childhood was pretty average. As the oldest of three, I always was taught to be the role model in the house but it was not an easy task to do, it never was. But that is another story I would rather not talk to in this paper. So, let me tell you about my school life, I started studying when I was 3 years old. The memories I have from kindergarten are quite a blur nowadays, but the images that remain on my mind are good ones and that makes me happy.
However, when I entered to do my primary, things changed. I started to grow, I started to learn more things about school life but also, about how the world works in regards to people, making friends, having someone you like and lastly, having enemies. That one gave me a hard time because I never understood why and I never ask them either. Until I started my secondary, the first two years were the worst because I found it hard to fit in the lifestyle the people who studied there had. Most of the time I was humiliated, bullied, and left out just because I was not like them and at the end of that second year, I was fed up. After that, I was transferred, thank God. This school was completely different from the last one and from all the schools I had studied in because of two things: 1) it was a public school and 2) it was a school for girls only. In the beginning, I was excited but nervous at the same time and the first day of school I almost freaked out, because the atmosphere was totally different from the other schools, but with the past of the years I got used to it and I can say that I had a decent secondary, not excellent but better.
Nonetheless, I hated school. I never enjoyed it. There were some subjects I liked but I was not motivated, I never felt like it. After I entered the English Technique, I had some periods of time in which I really felt excited and interested in learning and studying more the language but deep inside I desperately wanted to leave school, be free for a while and then, start university, and so I did but not as I expected.
It took me 6 months to start university and it was not because I had not decided what to study yet but because I was not smart enough, according to the results of PRUEBAS SABER 11°. But I did not give up and in June of 2015, I made it into the second call to study the Bachelor's Degree in English. Although I did not want to be a teacher I was very happy because I would have the opportunity to improve my English and be better at it while learning other things. 4 years have passed, now I am 22 and I am a year from graduating. To be honest, I still cannot believe it but every day I go to my practicum, plan classes, and everything, I realize that it is real and that makes me feel anxious but also, proud of myself. Because even though, I am passing through a difficult time right now, I am here and if I did not give up back then, I cannot do it now. I am happy with what I chose to study and once I graduate I will thank God first and then I will give a very well reward for all the efforts I made to be where I am and where I will be soon.
However, when I entered to do my primary, things changed. I started to grow, I started to learn more things about school life but also, about how the world works in regards to people, making friends, having someone you like and lastly, having enemies. That one gave me a hard time because I never understood why and I never ask them either. Until I started my secondary, the first two years were the worst because I found it hard to fit in the lifestyle the people who studied there had. Most of the time I was humiliated, bullied, and left out just because I was not like them and at the end of that second year, I was fed up. After that, I was transferred, thank God. This school was completely different from the last one and from all the schools I had studied in because of two things: 1) it was a public school and 2) it was a school for girls only. In the beginning, I was excited but nervous at the same time and the first day of school I almost freaked out, because the atmosphere was totally different from the other schools, but with the past of the years I got used to it and I can say that I had a decent secondary, not excellent but better.
Nonetheless, I hated school. I never enjoyed it. There were some subjects I liked but I was not motivated, I never felt like it. After I entered the English Technique, I had some periods of time in which I really felt excited and interested in learning and studying more the language but deep inside I desperately wanted to leave school, be free for a while and then, start university, and so I did but not as I expected.
It took me 6 months to start university and it was not because I had not decided what to study yet but because I was not smart enough, according to the results of PRUEBAS SABER 11°. But I did not give up and in June of 2015, I made it into the second call to study the Bachelor's Degree in English. Although I did not want to be a teacher I was very happy because I would have the opportunity to improve my English and be better at it while learning other things. 4 years have passed, now I am 22 and I am a year from graduating. To be honest, I still cannot believe it but every day I go to my practicum, plan classes, and everything, I realize that it is real and that makes me feel anxious but also, proud of myself. Because even though, I am passing through a difficult time right now, I am here and if I did not give up back then, I cannot do it now. I am happy with what I chose to study and once I graduate I will thank God first and then I will give a very well reward for all the efforts I made to be where I am and where I will be soon.
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