Not consistently having someone keep tabs on me was surprisingly unnerving; I had expected to thrive with this newfound freedom. After all, wasn’t this the independence I had always yearned for? However, I quickly discovered that my “freedom” was buried beneath layers and layer of responsibility – or in my case, procrastination.
. . . (At first) I was always confused, had trouble following directions, could not focus on the task at hand, and expected to be hand-fed all the information.
She learned how to manage her time and pace herself.
Teaching myself was shockingly effective. I was finally being taught by someone who fully understood me.
. . . I had no one to blame for all my screw-ups other than myself. Rather than frightening me, this concept was actually thrilling.
She grew to love online learning. But many classmates “blamed the courses for their own inadequacies.”