Day 3 of 365.
Lets get into it…..
Today, I got an email from a university that put me on their deferred list for an interview that I attended. After the interview they put me on the waitlist and today I got the email asking me if I was still interested in remaining on the list. Just to clarify, I am still attending PSU in the fall. I like to keep my options open but this university is on the very top of my list so there might be a chance I would go there next fall. That happened then they sent me another email telling me that they are expediating the re review of my application and that they will let me know my stance within the next two – three days.
TGIF- Thank God It Is Fucking Friday.
I wish, I was able to skip school today because one it was beautiful weather all day and it hit 80 degrees for the first time in four months. It was weather that I could skip to play golf all day at the course. My high school had a fire drill this morning and thank god I had enough coffee this morning because I was not in the mood to move this morning from my first mod which is when we had the drill. Shit I am really rambling on shit that none of you really care about,, I apolgize.
Today, was a busy day but I promised all my reader 3 readers so far that I will upload a post for 365 days straight. I will follow through even through it is pretty late here! Lets get into my life, well its kind of boring but you already knew that.
Today, I realized that the major I wanted to study at Penn State University would be a bitch because I am not good at math. Cyber security is all math courses and why would I challenge myself when I could just be a business student. Lets be honest, I am a lot smarter with business but I am pretty sure you can’t teach entrepreneurship. Cyber security major would include a lot of math and lots of science, which I am also not good at because I basically failed all of my science courses throughout high school.
So during my boring day at school as a senior, I get one nice perk which is to leave early but today it was a little bit earlier. I got to leave at 2:10 P.M. instead of 2:30 P.M. only 20 minutes difference through (FML). I hope next year I can score a schedule that I only have classes twice a week and none on fridays. That would be a solid schedule if I could pull that off. I know even if I have 3 days of classes, it won’t be a break because of the workload and everything that is due within short period of time for my major.
Day 2 of 365 Challenge:
In my earlier post, I wrote about getting accepted into Penn State and all of that good stuff like every other high school senior. What I didn’t tell you was for me to attend PSU, I had to go in undeclared because I could not get into the business program. My grades were the cause of the holdback but I have one goal next fall which is getting the best grades as possible with a shit-ton of help. I don’t care if I have to spend all my days in the library with a tutor or someone helping me organize an outline for a paper; somebody helping me understand the text I just read about in a book. I want to get myself to the point where I can achieve greatness on my own merit. I know, I write about this everytime but It really bothers me, I want to change my ways and this is the only way I know how to. I am not going to enjoy my first two years but If I can somehow get myself through and be able to transfer into Monmouth University. That would be the day I scream “FUCK YES,” I really want to attend there in the fall but I decided since my grades were not well then I would only get a declined letter.
My addiction with Netflix grew in the past few months when I was binging on 13 Reason’s why; that show was sad and gruesome but it portrayed lots of parts of high school, that a lot of seniors see on the daily basis. The show hit home on me very quickly because of the substance in the show. I would wake up 7 am for school but when I am on a Netflix binge, I would wake up at 6 am just to binge on one or two episodes before having to get ready for school.
See you tomorrow!
I think you guy’s thought that I forgot about this blog which is semi- true but not really because I am going to announce that from today and on I will be blogging every day for one year! I feel like I need some discipline with blogging and If I announce it then maybe I might be able to stick with my promise for 365 days.
WE ARE…. PENN STATE
WE ARE…. PENN STATE
I have officially accepted my acceptance to Penn State University, in the fall of 2017. After three rejection letters, two acceptance letters and one waitlisted notification, I can finally say that it’s official I am going to college bitches! I am excited but I don’t have any trust in myself and that is the reason why I am going to get tutors for every single one of my classes next year. I still have one goal which is to graduate and transfer into Monmouth University which is in Long Branch, New Jersey. I want to experience the college life and especially I want to be near the beach to enjoy that kind of lifestyle. Never once did I ever think that I was going to attend Penn State because I am morally so against the idea but, to be honest; I think it will be the best for me academically speaking. I can’t wait to go and visit beaver stadium on Saturday mornings and afternoons and scream chants all day with thousands of kids!
So, It is a Tuesday morning and I am sitting in my first mod class writing this post and trying to start a countdown until graduation. I can’t wait to leave this place; I feel like I am in a prison especially because I can’t do anything without permission and I can’t just get up and leave class when I want.
Over the weekend, My friend and I took a road trip up to Woodbury Commons, which is an upscale shopping destination and hour outside of New York City. There is one complaint, I noticed that all the foreigner’s who speak badly about American’s are no better when they are up at Woodbury shopping. I am not trying to be an asshole but I got an experience with some nasty expats in America.
I will see you tomorrow morning,
I am typing this at 12:44 a.m and I have not taken one sip of alcohol in order for me to get into the mood to write this. I am aware, I have not been writing on this blog lately and I really don’t have any good excuses.
I remember sitting in my economic class during my junior year of high school last year watching The Pursuit of Happyness and one quote from the movie stuck with me and I will explain why “DON’T EVER LET SOMEONE TELL YOU THAT YOU CAN’T DO SOMETHING.” Last summer, I remember sitting down at lunch with three of my sisters talking about colleges and where I want to attend. The one thing I will note is that they were very harsh but in good conscience. I told them the number one school I want to get accepted to is a University that is close to where I live. They told me “With your grades and SAT scores, you will never be able to get into the school.” Last month I got a notification in the mail saying that my application has been updated” I was deferred with a request for an interview,” finally I got the ball back in my park.
Fast Forward: Yesterday afternoon at 3 pm, I went to attend the interview at the University I want to attend. I sat down with one of the admission counselor’s and the first question that came out was “Why do you want to attend this University?” I have never been in an interview that I felt so uncomfortable because I knew what was at stake. This interview could either get me accepted or it can give me decline letter in the mail. Nobody knows what disappointment is until they get a letter beginning with “I regretfully write….,” it’s literally a letter that makes you question yourself.
What did you think I forgot about all you lovely blog readers? If so I am sorry to regret but I did not forget. My lateness wasn’t just because I am lazy as shit. I had to work a lot this week and didn’t have time to look this over and change some errors. Well enjoy!
I started becoming interested in politics even before my eighteenth birthday and even before I was a senior. My interest started in the beginning of sophomore year, I would debate and speak my mind about all of my views,, I was a little BLUNT shit. I was beyond vocal with how I feel on controversial issues even in classes, I wouldn’t be scared to speak and be reprimanded by every person in that class. When I turned the big eighteenth, I was already pre-registered as republican in March even though my birthday isn’t until April twentieth. The reason I registered so early because my state was having their primaries five days after my birthday and I wanted to vote! As for being a conservative republican in a public high school comes with lots and lots of problems and harassment, considering the fact that the majority of my school are all liberals; it is very difficult because kids just believe whatever the media and the internet says about politics.
Now, fast forward to the winter of my junior year; I was walking to the library after lunch with my friend and let me get this straight from the beginning, there was no one in the halls when this happened. My friend and I were walking past this display in the hallway and I said privately to my friend “I feel like these posters are being shoved down my throat,” to be specific they were promoting the LGBT education. Second before you comment oh you are homophobic, I am not,, my cousin is bisexual and I am perfectly fine with it. I walk into my first mod class the next morning and my german teacher says you were called to the office. I walked down to the office thinking “what could this be about because I don’t remember doing anything stupid or something.” My principal says to me when I get to the office “there was a report that you said something that was your own personal opinion, you are NOT in trouble but I just wanted to use this as a teaching moment. Since I can NOT stop you from saying your own opinions because of your first amendment freedom of speech.” She then proceeded to say “another teacher brought it up to me because she overheard you yesterday in the halls,” there was no one in the halls when I said this to my friend.
As the presidential election talk started in the school, oh you better know I was the MOST vocal in this particular area of political talk. The moment people found out who I was actually supporting was when the hate came. Since I supported Trump from day one, I am automatically every name in the book? I am actually none of the names in the book, but you just hear it in the news everyday with all the other bullshit. I was a minority in this particular area because everyone else in my school are mostly Bernie Sander fans, they all support everything free but they don’t want to pay higher taxes. My school in my opinion, they are a bunch of hidden socialists but they don’t want to accept that fact yet.
Well until next time…..
The textbook definitions of the word friends is a person whom one knows and shares the same personality. Your friends see you at the highest point of your life and at the lowest. The clique you grow up with in elementary and middle school might not be the same clique in high school and definitely not the same when you leave for college. You probably read the title and saw the picture and thought “oh fuck this will be a play by play of an episode,” sadly it isn’t enjoy.
Tonight when I was working, I saw one of my old friends mom and she was talking to me reminiscing the memories of younger Will, bit terrifying in my opinion. This old friend I knew since kindergarten, he knew me when I couldn’t even get out a fluent english sentence because of my speech impediment which is stuttering and getting stuck.
Yesterday I went to grab lunch with of my closest and we have been friends forever now and he knows everything about me. We were sitting down in Panera eating and talking about where we are looking for colleges and what we want to focus in. When we were talking about colleges both of us had different opinions on one thing called going to college with another person or group of people from our high school. I personally want to get away from everyone because I just want to start fresh with not knowing anyone and everyone not knowing my history or anything about me. My friend on the other hand wouldn’t mind attending college with another kid from our school or group of people. In May, his group of friends and I skipped school before prom weekend and it was fucking great day, we drove down to King of Prussia mall in Philadelphia.
I became friends with this kid who is a dual citizen American and Italian, we became friends back in ninth grade. I despised him for some reason that I couldn’t explain because in all honesty, I have no explanation for it but now we are fine and we laugh about that. During class one day we were talking about our love for android and how much we both hate Apple products. He then invited me to be an editor on his tech review blog. We have been friends ever since and then he invited me to travel over to his house in Italy for three weeks till the fourth of July last summer. We didn’t kill each other which was shocking because we have way different opinions in politics. Dante if you are reading this remember “they did not have an uphill battle. This friend I would not mind attending any college with him because we would both fight each other on our differences in politics and speaking our mind on technology.
Imagine walking into your first year of high school oblivious to where your life decisions will take you one day. When you get honor roll one quarter freshman year thinking holy shit, that was easy I’ll get it again this quarter but then you slack off. The senior slide hits you even when its the first year of high school and you ride it all the way to the summer of your senior year.
I was just starting my freshman year when 45 days into my first year of high school when I got my report card back and it said I made honor roll with a 90.0 GPA. When I went home that day with my report card in hand with my sisters my parents gave me this sense of proudness because I never thought I would make honor roll. After that day and the rest of the three quarters of my freshman year; my grades literally screamed timber.
My second year of high school started strong because I knew that if nothing changed; I will have a tough time applying to college. After the first couple months, I gradually became careless. The carelessness came from my belief that I could coast through and still get into college with no problems because my parents could just make a call and make it happen. My finals sophomore year brought my parents to tears of disappointment because I basically failed every single of them. Deep inside of my heartless body, I felt disappointed in myself because I knew that I didn’t go the extra hundred miles to get in tip top shape for all my finals, I didn’t study at all.
My junior year starts out strong as usual with the “I will get straight A’s this year and increase my chances to get into my dream school. The beginning of the year, I got into this habit of doing just enough to get by and pass a class. That habit got horrible when I was in the hole with almost failing a science class, if you want me to be specific it was chemistry. My chemistry grade was literally a 46% average and this was NOT my finest nor proudest moments. I am more disappointed in myself than my parents, that says a lot coming out of the horses mouth. I ended my junior year in chemistry with an 83% average, that is with five one hundreds on quizzes and test including the hardest of the hardest exams of the year.
My summer this year after finishing my junior year, and the thought of where I want to attend for the upcoming year after graduation is itching in my head. I literally fucked myself so hard because I won’t have a fun time applying because of my grades and my immature carelessness throughout my high school career. I was more disappointed in myself, just by me saying that says a lot about my maturity since it only took until my summer of senior year to figure out that I 100% fucked myself hard. I never really developed a studying habit it mostly consisted being in front of the TV, watching Youtube, uploading vines and Netflix. Since the time has come to start preparing to start college searching and doing campus tours, I have a holy shit moment every day. Everyday I ask myself why did I not try to go the extra mile and develop a study habit and try to ask for help. Each time I asked that to myself every time the answer was ” I am too fucking proud to ask for help,” well that attitude of mine has to change very quickly! The fact that I have to downgrade myself to the thought of taking a year at home to get my grades to where they should be for transferring. It really sucks but then I think to myself the only person who I can blame is myself because I could have changed my ways years ago but I was a stubborn little fucker. My dream school was Quinnipiac University but now I am going to take a year at a local college; work my ass off and be able to finally have a fucking choice for once.
While traveling abroad last summer to Rome, I got addicted to coffee and espresso. When I tried espresso for the first time; I thought it tasted like shit hated it and said I will never drink this again. Then I tried the latte macchiato the following day and I loved that drink, I got that every day during my three week excursion! Before I left for Rome, I was already addicted to iced coffee my favorite is “Caramel Iced Coffee”. The espresso that I tried first was just straight up in a tiny mug filled with a shot.
The one day that I forgot to pick up coffee before my shift was completely a mistake on my part. Withdrawal effects happened within a couple hours after missing my daily fix for caffeine; when I tell you it was horrible experience, I am personally not lying to anyone it was complete shit. I did not have any focus, I had one of the worst headaches, I was so moody, socializing with anyone at work was a very hard task. After my shift ended I head straight home and took an advil and slept for two hours, woke up and felt a shit ton better than where I was before.
This summer one of my goals is to lose my coffee habit before school starts in the fall because not only is it addicting but the amount of money, I spend a month it’s a bit obscene. The one reason why it’s a hinder is because I love the atmosphere of Starbucks and coffee houses and the smell it’s intoxicating. The second reason is because what other drink can I have caramel or hazelnut in it? Without it tasting like complete shit. Third, For me to drop this habit I would have to endure some psychological problems such as headaches and the feeling of needing caffeine to operate during the morning and the afternoon, without having to worry about being tired.
Sorry about forgetting to upload a new article yesterday, I was helping my sister move into her new apartment. I got home late and I was barely able to drive home last night before switching off with one of my parents at a rest stop. Until next time!
Imagine walking into your high school’s auditorium on a dreary, overcast summer tuesday afternoon. You check into the meeting and find a seat next to some girl from your grade. Then realizing yourself and a few others are outnumbered by lowerclassmen and mostly Juniors. I realize I was a Junior not even a couple weeks ago but still.
As my attempt of describing the meeting at my high school during the summer, I will try to clear everything up now. The club I am apart of is called “Transition Club,” it’s a bit ironic considering there is actually people transitioning into their next chapter. We help the upcoming freshman get situated and comfortable transitioning into the high school. The meeting was a mixture of inspirational talk, changes for the following year and lastly the plans for this club and what we have to change to make it better transition for others.
Reality I walked into the doors of the high school straight to the auditorium looking around at all the changes, that were changing to the aesthetics. When I entered the auditorium I walked straight to the front to check in and then found a seat next to one of the girls in my grade and two other guys. Then when we were chatting among ourselves, we came to the realization that we are outnumbered by underclassmen.
Personally I felt outnumbered considering the majority of the population in the club is mostly underclassmen and not many seniors from my class.