"I want to change the world...instead, I sleep"
I said I would post later. Here I am.
Over the summer, I was a little bit nervous for my second year of college because I knew it was probably going to be harder. However these past couple of weeks have been everything but difficult! That doesn't bother me, I guess. But what really sucks is what happens in my English class...
This class meets once a week on Tuesday nights from 7:00-9:45. (It was already my least favorite class before school even started because of its time.)Last week, I wanted to die because we were talking about run-on sentences. And Last night we talked about identifying subjects and verbs in a sentence, 6th grade shit, I know. But little did I know that everyone in my class needs to go back to junior high. Example: "It was her belief that she had strong political power." What is the verb? Someone raised their hand and said "that." I wanted to cry. But that wasn't the worst part. Towards the end of class, (after we had talked about nouns, plot and other bs that everyone in the class should have already known)we had to do a group activity. I fucking hate group activities. One of my group members was from my dorm last year and part of the posse that bullied me. This ugly, short, zit scarred-greasy ass mexican who knows exactly who I am was in my group. Ugh. Anyway, since nobody ever steps up and does shit in groups, I decided I would write things on the chalkboard. I tried to make our story just a little bit creative and maybe I used too big of words and my sentences were not kindergarten focused, but this kid tells me to change it because he had our teacher before, so Mr. Ugly "knowns what he is talking about." He even had the balls to critique my hand writting and whisper shit to his friend that he knows "this girl and shes a bitch. (insert chuckles and points here)"
I know I shouldn't let some dumbass get to me like this, but he made me feel stupid. And he made me think of last year and how I lived with people who just want to pick on me. I never did anything to those guys except tell them to respect quiet hours at 2:00 am on a Wednesday night. I also feel like I'm back in elementary school. Thank goodness its only one night a week.
But I came home from class, vented to my mom and Ali and I just felt lucky to have a family and amazing friends who I can talk to, write a lj or call/text whenever I need to. Then I got in bed and listened to that song from the Grey's season 3 finale, and fell asleep with Jt.
Tomorrow is the weekend. I plan on buying the 3rd season of Greys, dancing, sleeping and sippin on some green apple twist.
Over the summer, I was a little bit nervous for my second year of college because I knew it was probably going to be harder. However these past couple of weeks have been everything but difficult! That doesn't bother me, I guess. But what really sucks is what happens in my English class...
This class meets once a week on Tuesday nights from 7:00-9:45. (It was already my least favorite class before school even started because of its time.)Last week, I wanted to die because we were talking about run-on sentences. And Last night we talked about identifying subjects and verbs in a sentence, 6th grade shit, I know. But little did I know that everyone in my class needs to go back to junior high. Example: "It was her belief that she had strong political power." What is the verb? Someone raised their hand and said "that." I wanted to cry. But that wasn't the worst part. Towards the end of class, (after we had talked about nouns, plot and other bs that everyone in the class should have already known)we had to do a group activity. I fucking hate group activities. One of my group members was from my dorm last year and part of the posse that bullied me. This ugly, short, zit scarred-greasy ass mexican who knows exactly who I am was in my group. Ugh. Anyway, since nobody ever steps up and does shit in groups, I decided I would write things on the chalkboard. I tried to make our story just a little bit creative and maybe I used too big of words and my sentences were not kindergarten focused, but this kid tells me to change it because he had our teacher before, so Mr. Ugly "knowns what he is talking about." He even had the balls to critique my hand writting and whisper shit to his friend that he knows "this girl and shes a bitch. (insert chuckles and points here)"
I know I shouldn't let some dumbass get to me like this, but he made me feel stupid. And he made me think of last year and how I lived with people who just want to pick on me. I never did anything to those guys except tell them to respect quiet hours at 2:00 am on a Wednesday night. I also feel like I'm back in elementary school. Thank goodness its only one night a week.
But I came home from class, vented to my mom and Ali and I just felt lucky to have a family and amazing friends who I can talk to, write a lj or call/text whenever I need to. Then I got in bed and listened to that song from the Grey's season 3 finale, and fell asleep with Jt.
Tomorrow is the weekend. I plan on buying the 3rd season of Greys, dancing, sleeping and sippin on some green apple twist.