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does getting a stain on my shirt warrant buying myself a new one after work today?
college has been an interesting ride. i graudated high school exactly four years ago, yet here i am still in undergrad until december. i’ve seen most of my high school classmates obtain their own degrees, some already in graduate school, some with real world jobs.
i’ve been all over the place during the last 4 years. i started in california with a semester of no classes, adventuring, eating, soaking up 12 years of everything i missed while living in florida.
mills offered me opportunities i couldn’t find anywhere else. i met strong, powerful women who knew what they wanted in life. i met women who had no idea what they would do, but they knew they would change the world somehow. i made some of my best friends at mills. i perfected cookie brownies and i learned how to properly roll a joint. i was exposed to a world of feminists who weren’t annoying, women who demanded respect and opportunity, women who talked about real world issues over a bottle of cabernet.
fsu…that’s another story. i wasn’t involved with much on campus. i befriended my poetry teacher in an effort to have an ally who was interested in my writing. i made short-term friends with handfuls of people, but for some reason i could never feel like i belonged. it was luke’s school. they were his friends. i felt isolated and uncomfortable most of the time. i ended up with a crazy and amazing random roommate in my final semester, and even though i ended up spending every weekend in boca, we managed to spend so much time together that i can confidently call her a best friend.
now, in my final semesters of college, finishing at fau feels right. i feel at home and i feel comfortable walking on campus. i don’t feel out of place and i don’t feel the nervousness when talking to others that i felt at fsu. i have had great teachers who are passionate about what they teach. i’ve proven to myself that i can work not one, but two jobs while taking a full courseload of classes, and that i can get bangin’ grades in all those classes at the same time.
my college moves have resulted in my losing a few semesters of credits, taking a few semesters off, and learning my passion for sociology. my post-undergrad plans have evolved and changed so many times, but in the process, they have helped me to narrow down my true passions in life. sociology has been the science i’ve been searching for, the dynamics of social life and the world around us being the majority of the thoughts passing through my brain every day. what it’s also done is make me question my sanity and the symptoms of depression in myself. it’s exposed statistics i’ve never seen, and exacerbated the inequalities i already knew about. it becomes overwhelming at times and takes over my brain in ways that i would rather not explain—because i really just can’t.
my original plan was to get my phd in english. then it became law school. short-lived that was. i got back into the english mindset, but that changed as soon as i found sociology. the next plan was to get my master’s in creative writing and a phd in sociology so i could become a college professor. i thought that i could change the world and peoples’ perspectives on what the world is like and what it can become. but then i watched this video and realized that i don’t want to show people the badness in the world. i want to help good people overcome struggles they couldn’t prevent. i want to be a positive force for those who can’t help themselves. so that’s when i decided to look into the nonprofit management master’s program at fau.
right now, my plan is to finish up undergrad, do the master’s program in one year, wait for grant to graduate, and get our butts on a one-way flight to california. then i’ll get my MFA in creative writing at mills, and the rest will be history.
now that sounds like a plan i can stick with.
my grandma told me that she went to a psychic yesterday, who told her that I am going to be a successful published writer. she also told her that one of my future books will be made into a movie, so I guess that means that you should all be really nice to me because i’m gonna be famous someday. i’m the nerd, you are the jocks. save that letterman jacket ‘cause it’s the only pride you’ll have in your pathetic life.
I learned most of my rap lyrics from girl talk mixes, so sometimes i’ll randomly blurt one out in public and just really feel it, but not know any more words, so I just become an endless loop of rap one-liners and it doesn’t help that grant doesn’t care because then I don’t stop. this is why I currently have a complex that I am incurably weird as fuck and now I just have to live with it forever.
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