BLOG ASSIGNMENT FOR WEEK 11
Well let me start off this week’s blog by confirming everyone’s suspicions, yes I am afraid of roller coasters!
I went to
Magic Mountain about three weeks ago and was reminded just how much I hate them.
I’m not sure, but I must look like a wimp because everybody was able to guess which one of my lies was the truth?
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This is the first time that I have been a full-time student in over 11 years. At first I was terrified to return to a student status. When I was growing up I wasn’t really a big fan of school, other than school dances and the girls. (I liked the dances not because I like to dance, but because of the girls that went to the dances). In elementary school I did well and enjoyed learning. When I started middle school, I still had that appreciation for education and continued to do well, however, something changed for me in the seventh grade and things began to change. I can make assumptions about why or who was to blame, but I don’t because, it is what it is. By the time I started high school, I was looking for any reason not to go to school. I cut every corner possible in order to do less work and get home quickly as I could. As soon as I turned 18 years old, I dropped out and went to work full time working several jobs. School became nothing but a memory that I buried deep within myself in hopes of never seeing again.
Fast forward nine years, I am working the most mind numbing job in the world pulling orders for a metaphysical book publishing company. My good friend and Nino begins to plant the seed that I should go back to school and pursue the career that I have always felt I would be good at. Of course I laughed, and then told him, “thanks, but no thanks”. Another year or two passes, and once again I am working a job that made me absolutely miserable. I was serving food at a café inside a corporate building that employs hundreds of biological scientists and doctors and I kept thinking to myself, I should be on their side of the cash register. Heck I’m pretty sure that I am just as smart, if not smarter than half of those people. That is when it hit me, I need to go to college and do something with my life!
This is my first semester attending school full-time and I thoroughly enjoy every aspect of it. My thoughts originally were that this was going to be a challenge, but I can do it. I was particularly afraid of math; I knew nothing about math and cringed at the thought of computing numbers. I figured I would have the most trouble with that class, boy was I wrong. My math teacher rocks! Mr. Bates somehow makes math fun and his teaching techniques are effective. I look forward to being in that class, and sometimes even my homework. I have to admit, before the semester began, I had a cocky attitude about taking English. Although I did less than satisfactory in school growing up, English was always a subject that I did well in. So I figured this class would be a breeze for me, this time I was really wrong!!! Of all my classes, this has to be the most challenging with the online assignments and one essay after another, not to mention citations. Who cites anyways?? Just kidding Mrs. Croker ;) I am also taking P.E. and Spanish. My Spanish teacher is so sweet, not to mention patient.
I know that this is just the beginning of a very long road that I must travel on to get to where I want to be. I believe if I can stay focused on my ultimate goal and not allow myself to get sidetracked, like I tend to do, someday I will be able to have the life that I always wanted. Several factors keep me motivated and pressing onward. The first is the fear of ending up like my parents; I don’t want to live my life the way they lived theirs. The second is the hope of my grandma someday seeing me graduate from college and her having the peace of mind that I will be okay in life.