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I just found out I actually have a B on the class I barely went to... HAHAHA. Sometimes I amuse myself, but I don't think I'll be so lucky on my Communications class.
I made my schedule for next semester (in San German!), just 12 credits, all in Psychology classes. You know, it's funny, because I've been giving it a lot of thought and the more I do, the more I'm convinced I should've studied English after all. I realized that if I really want to write, a major in English would've been the way to go. Unfortunately, because I'm so DAMN STUBBORN I've wasted three years of college; I always said "anything but English" just because everyone else in my (extended) family studied to be an English teacher, and everyone always said "you're going to end up studying English" and that, my friends, is the main damn reason for my stupidity - STUBBORNESS. I wanted to prove myself wrong and in the end I couldn't, because writing and books are my life and I can't avoid that... however, I can't change majors now when all I'm a year away from being finished. A YEAR. It's amazing how time just flies. Anyway, I'm going to try and pick up English as a minor, which is just 18 credits.
It's amazing - I got an e-mail talking about an INTERNSHIP WITH THE MLB, as a writer. A writer in Fenway... or Shea... I actually went to Monster.com and created a resumé. Then I got scared, because in the highly improbable event that they would call I think I would die. The shock of an actual change in my life would be so damn hard that I would collapse. I don't know, sometimes I wish I took more risks - real risks.
I made my schedule for next semester (in San German!), just 12 credits, all in Psychology classes. You know, it's funny, because I've been giving it a lot of thought and the more I do, the more I'm convinced I should've studied English after all. I realized that if I really want to write, a major in English would've been the way to go. Unfortunately, because I'm so DAMN STUBBORN I've wasted three years of college; I always said "anything but English" just because everyone else in my (extended) family studied to be an English teacher, and everyone always said "you're going to end up studying English" and that, my friends, is the main damn reason for my stupidity - STUBBORNESS. I wanted to prove myself wrong and in the end I couldn't, because writing and books are my life and I can't avoid that... however, I can't change majors now when all I'm a year away from being finished. A YEAR. It's amazing how time just flies. Anyway, I'm going to try and pick up English as a minor, which is just 18 credits.
It's amazing - I got an e-mail talking about an INTERNSHIP WITH THE MLB, as a writer. A writer in Fenway... or Shea... I actually went to Monster.com and created a resumé. Then I got scared, because in the highly improbable event that they would call I think I would die. The shock of an actual change in my life would be so damn hard that I would collapse. I don't know, sometimes I wish I took more risks - real risks.