April 26,2017,

Hey, Guys!

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.


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See you tomorrow!

April 25, 2017,| A Start of Something New

Hey, Guys!

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,

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I have been forewarned about this.

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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.

 

When You Are The Minority of The Ages.

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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.