FYEAH FRESHMAN15

Sorry I’ve been away from this blog so long. Between finals last semester, application (AND acceptance) into my school’s Honors College, and some student government stuff, I’ve been pretty hectic.

I’ve definitely learned that 200 level classes are NOT an easy transition from 101 and introductory classes -.- Just a word of advice, 101 classes are really heavy on memorization and terminology and such. Once you get to the 200 classes, there’s a heavier emphasis on analysis, language, description, explanation, and expansion on concepts (not so much on simple definition).

Thank Heaven I’m a good writer, because I’m horrible at multiple choice (a lot of test anxiety and my learning disability). So while my grades aren’t perfect right now, they’re going to get a lot better by the end of the semester.

There’s nothing really new to talk about, actually. If you want to know anything or have me do a video on something, just ask or submit.

And soon, because my classes end in May :D

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I don’t understand. It’s like:

high school -students are pretty lazy -teachers are the organized ones

College: -students are more organized -professors tend to be the ones all over the place.

My poor planner. It looks so stuffed and choked up with homework. Thank God I got that journal done…

So much incoherent babbling. Yay for all-nighters…

I don’t know how, but my face has not melted off of my skull yet.

Even with 5 hours of sleep.

My international relations class is pretty much going to sound like “shjjbs sf knvkhdsfnkudbkllfx hvjkvfxbj”

Maybe I shouldn’t give blood. I need my reserves this week. Trying really hard not to get sick.

On the plus aside, I am now addicted to carnation breakfast drink mix with milk. It is SO GOOD when you feel comparable to gelatin trapped in a sausage casing.

8:31. Professor, I left sleep for this class. Come on now… ._.

I FIXED THE POTTY

ALL BY MYSELF.

NO THANKS TO MY SUITMATE.

SO GUESS WHAT.

SINCE SHE FELT THE NEED TO BREAK THE POTTY, CONTINUOUSLY LOCK ME OUT OF SAID POTTY (WHICH FORCES ME TO LOOK FOR MY SCISSORS SO I CAN BREAK INTO THE BATHROOM), TAKE SHOWERS THAT SOUND LIKE NIAGRA FALLS AT 12:30 AM, FORCE ME TO LISTEN TO ALL OF HER GUESTS POOP/PEE, HAVE PARTIES UNTI 3:30 AM, AND LAUGH WITH THE STRENGTH OF A THOUSAND GULF STORMS

I WILL BE LEAVING THE DOOR LOCKED AND WILL FOREVER IGNORE HER REQUESTS TO OPEN IT.

IT FEELS GOOD TO BE ROGUE.

Now, I can’t go to the bathroom :(

WHY CAN’T I HAVE NICE THINGS

still going to class…

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I’m getting so much stress from so many areas.

People I work with think I’m brainless.

I’m not sure if the people I consider my friends really do support me.

So much two-faced behavior.

So much double-talk.

I feel like people manipulate the trust I give them.

And I really feel alone.

I wish my friends from home were here or something. I don’t have anyone close to me at school and it makes the situation feel even worse.

I thought I was lonely in high school.

It’s nothing like college.

Me + my dorm room + food + tumblr + TV + KPOP is apparently what my existance is now.

I can honestly say I have never felt more alone before. And I was bullied for five years straight without any friends to support me. It’s like I was kicked out of my state and isolated here.

Wow. I have hit a new pathetic low…

MY LIFE.

WHAT IS IT.

IT SUCKS THANKS TO THE SCREW UP OF MY PERFECT CLASS LISTINGS.