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.
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.
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.