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Passage
B
Levels of Education in the United
States and Canada
Education in the United States and Canada is
divided into the following levels
at the indicated ages:
Primary Education
Pre-school ages ages 2 - 6
Elementary School ages 6 - 12
Secondary Education
Junior High School ages 12 - 14
High School ages 14 - 18
Post Secondary Education
Junior College ages 18 - 20
4 Year College ages 18 - 22
Graduate School ages (MA) 22 - 24
Graduate School ages (PH.D.) 22 - 26/8
Post Graduate after PH.D.
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Wish
for the Freshman Year
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For me, college has been a great learning experience, and most
of the learning process has taken place outside of the classroom.
My sophomore
year of college was perhaps the most remarkable
year of my life. This was the year that I finally convinced
my mom that I was going to be OK living on campus,
and she finally let me go. This was the year that I made some
lifelong friends, and through many triumphs
and failures
I came to know more about myself. My sophomore year involved
experimenting with new things, such as camping in mountains,
attempting to present some lousy
poems to newspapers and drawing cartoons
of my teachers in class.
As I walk down the familiar routes
on campus, I find myself doing a lot of soul-searching and reminiscing.
I find myself wanting to start all over again and recapture
the fun and excitement
of my college
days. I have been panicking
at the idea of graduating. I have been going to school for as
long as I can remember, and I feel like there is so much more
that I want to learn, but instead I have to graduate. The world
is enormous
and the possibilities
are endless. For the past four years I have been surrounded
with a safety net. The student status
has been a somewhat comforting feeling, giving me an escape
from the realities
of the world outside.
With less than two weeks left of school, I'm getting a queasy
feeling deep down every time I think about the fact that I'm
going to be graduating. For as long as I can remember, I have
been a student. I feel like I'm living in denial
about graduating. Every time I get asked about what I'm going
to do after college I feel like screaming at the top of my lungs.
I don't know what I want to do with the rest of my life. It's
too difficult to even contemplate
the idea that soon I will be waking up in the mornings and not
have a class to which I should be going.
On a recent interview,
I was asked, "Is this the profession you want for the rest
of your life?" I was amused
and almost laughed at the question, but I gave an honest answer.
I don't know what the future holds. During the last four years
I have changed my mind so many times, the idea of a lifetime
commitment
to a certain job seems like torture.
Walking on campus in the middle of the night I realize how much
I will miss my college days. Every little thing seems so much
more beautiful. And every little thing makes me realize how
wonderful and special my college experience has been. I will
cherish
these days forever as I reluctantly
close the doors on my college life.
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