has it been that long?
Wow..I don't even remember the last time I wrote in here was. I am sorry for the negligence on my end. However, I feel the need to update on what is going on in my life. Since, I last wrote in here. I have graduated from college. I finally earned my bachelor's in psychology from Kean University. Originally, I was supposed to go to to William Paterson, but alas they didn't offer me enough financial aid to cover the costs of my education, plus they really royally screwed me over when it came to transferring my credits. If you add in the additional factor that gas was hitting at that time an all time high of almost $4.00/gallon. I figured economically and in general from my experience of dealing with the advisors at Kean that Kean would be the better option for me.
My first semester of Kean was full of stress. I was taking six classes. Yeah, that's right. I was taking eighteen credits. Something, i promised myself after trying to do that in my very first semester at Union County that I would never do again, but I wanted to prove to myself that I could do it and alas I did. Unfortunately, I would be sincerely lying if I didn't mention that I had come extremely close to dropping out of college that semester. See, I was taking one of the required courses called Theories of Personalities. I had the teacher that all of the ratemyprofessor.com community had strongly advised me to not take, but he was the only one that fit into what I could make of a haphazard schedule. I wanted a schedule where I would only go there four days a week, versus every single day. I had to think economically, and efficiently.
See, the professor was never really good at explaining what we needed to know for our tests. So, to be honest with you., I failed all of the tests, including the final and midterm. Luckily, I was a good enough bser that I managed to show that I did learn something from his class. So when it came time to write papers on theories that he had discussed in class. I was lucky enough that I understood enough to make a good enough paper out of four and still show him that his lectures weren't done in vain. Besides, he would later write me an email asking me how was it that I could do so well in lecture and grasp what the heck he was talking about, but when it came ot tests, I just blanked out. I ended passing the course with a C.
Needless to say, I graduated from Kean in 2010. Sure, it was about sixteen years after I graduated from hs. But it was still an accomplishment for me. I never thought in a million years that I would ever really graduate from college. I always had a roadblock when it came to moving forward and I finally had a kick in the pants that would eventually make me want to get done with college. I will discuss that epiphany later on in another long overdue journal entry.
Now, prior to graduating from Kean in 2010*around May)* I would end up meeting someone who with a better way of saying it would make my life full of pain and heartache and also mad confusion. I was online. I was on a website called POF. It stands for Plenty Of Fish(its a dating website). I had found this girl that lived in the same county of me. I figured hey, this sounds hopeful. She lives nearby and she seems like an interesting person to say the least. I wrote her an e-mail and next thing I know she and I are talking over aim. It seemed so real and like in a dreamworld to say the least. She was such a delight to talk to and she would ask me when would be a good time for us to meet. We ended up meeting the next day. For a girl who had a bad experience of meeting a guy offline and something bad happening(I don't need to go into details). It was kind of interesting to say the least that she felt comfortable enough to meet me so quick and at my house of all places. Fast forward, to that same year but around Memorial Day weekend. I get a call from her. She is at Summit Medical Center and she tells me that her therapist had dropped her off there and that she was scared. I was scared to, I didn't know what to think.
It turns out that she would then be transported over to Trinitas(which is a psychiatric hospital for in patients with psychological disorders). I would go visit her left and right twice a day for an hour on end. I remember how it was yesterday how tired and scared she was to be there. Finally, I offered to call her parents, they had not met me at that time yet, and she was at first very adamant about me doing so. I managed to convince her to let me do it when the fear of being there had gotten to be too much. I called her father and I will never forget that first time of meeting him that he had absolutely terrified me. Trust me, if you see this guy, he would scare the bejeebes outta you too. To sum it up, she gets out, and she stays with me for awhile. We end up dating., I should have ran far far away after this, but I really liked her and I wanted to give her the benefit of the doubt.
Fast forward to about two months later. She and I are officially boyfriend/girlfriend and we are arguing over text messages. She manages to convince me that she should be allowed to come over after she got out of her day program to explain to me why she was giving me a hard time through the text messages. Without a lack of better judgement, I said sure. Fast forward to 730pm that Friday night. The worst Friday night I had ever had in my entire life. I was on my computer talking to a former friend and text messaging with another. My door has a knock., I answer it and see that its the local police department. I get arrested on suspicion of domestic violence. It turns out that to save her own ass, that instead of letting her parents know what really transpired, that instead she had let them believe that I had thrown her down a flight of stairs.
This would be the catalyst as to why my close friends don't like her and my family (those who know about her) don't like her either.
To be continued..Part 2 coming soo***********
My first semester of Kean was full of stress. I was taking six classes. Yeah, that's right. I was taking eighteen credits. Something, i promised myself after trying to do that in my very first semester at Union County that I would never do again, but I wanted to prove to myself that I could do it and alas I did. Unfortunately, I would be sincerely lying if I didn't mention that I had come extremely close to dropping out of college that semester. See, I was taking one of the required courses called Theories of Personalities. I had the teacher that all of the ratemyprofessor.com community had strongly advised me to not take, but he was the only one that fit into what I could make of a haphazard schedule. I wanted a schedule where I would only go there four days a week, versus every single day. I had to think economically, and efficiently.
See, the professor was never really good at explaining what we needed to know for our tests. So, to be honest with you., I failed all of the tests, including the final and midterm. Luckily, I was a good enough bser that I managed to show that I did learn something from his class. So when it came time to write papers on theories that he had discussed in class. I was lucky enough that I understood enough to make a good enough paper out of four and still show him that his lectures weren't done in vain. Besides, he would later write me an email asking me how was it that I could do so well in lecture and grasp what the heck he was talking about, but when it came ot tests, I just blanked out. I ended passing the course with a C.
Needless to say, I graduated from Kean in 2010. Sure, it was about sixteen years after I graduated from hs. But it was still an accomplishment for me. I never thought in a million years that I would ever really graduate from college. I always had a roadblock when it came to moving forward and I finally had a kick in the pants that would eventually make me want to get done with college. I will discuss that epiphany later on in another long overdue journal entry.
Now, prior to graduating from Kean in 2010*around May)* I would end up meeting someone who with a better way of saying it would make my life full of pain and heartache and also mad confusion. I was online. I was on a website called POF. It stands for Plenty Of Fish(its a dating website). I had found this girl that lived in the same county of me. I figured hey, this sounds hopeful. She lives nearby and she seems like an interesting person to say the least. I wrote her an e-mail and next thing I know she and I are talking over aim. It seemed so real and like in a dreamworld to say the least. She was such a delight to talk to and she would ask me when would be a good time for us to meet. We ended up meeting the next day. For a girl who had a bad experience of meeting a guy offline and something bad happening(I don't need to go into details). It was kind of interesting to say the least that she felt comfortable enough to meet me so quick and at my house of all places. Fast forward, to that same year but around Memorial Day weekend. I get a call from her. She is at Summit Medical Center and she tells me that her therapist had dropped her off there and that she was scared. I was scared to, I didn't know what to think.
It turns out that she would then be transported over to Trinitas(which is a psychiatric hospital for in patients with psychological disorders). I would go visit her left and right twice a day for an hour on end. I remember how it was yesterday how tired and scared she was to be there. Finally, I offered to call her parents, they had not met me at that time yet, and she was at first very adamant about me doing so. I managed to convince her to let me do it when the fear of being there had gotten to be too much. I called her father and I will never forget that first time of meeting him that he had absolutely terrified me. Trust me, if you see this guy, he would scare the bejeebes outta you too. To sum it up, she gets out, and she stays with me for awhile. We end up dating., I should have ran far far away after this, but I really liked her and I wanted to give her the benefit of the doubt.
Fast forward to about two months later. She and I are officially boyfriend/girlfriend and we are arguing over text messages. She manages to convince me that she should be allowed to come over after she got out of her day program to explain to me why she was giving me a hard time through the text messages. Without a lack of better judgement, I said sure. Fast forward to 730pm that Friday night. The worst Friday night I had ever had in my entire life. I was on my computer talking to a former friend and text messaging with another. My door has a knock., I answer it and see that its the local police department. I get arrested on suspicion of domestic violence. It turns out that to save her own ass, that instead of letting her parents know what really transpired, that instead she had let them believe that I had thrown her down a flight of stairs.
This would be the catalyst as to why my close friends don't like her and my family (those who know about her) don't like her either.
To be continued..Part 2 coming soo***********