May 30, 2005 15:05
Dude.
In cleaning my room, I just sat down and flipped through the binder I used freshman year (the red vinyl one with the velcro letters on the front that said either 'Claymate' or 'Nerdcore' depending on my mood).
And all I want to know is why none of my so-called friends ever told me how much I sucked then? Seriously. I was such a lazy, arrogant, whiny, useless little douche-faced TOOL. If not for the one really good paper I wrote for Poli Sci, I would burn the whole thing.
It kind of hurts, too... because I realize flipping through it how interesting and useful a lot of the stuff I was supposed to be learning then really was. I feel like I need to personally apologize to Dr. Quinney for blowing her class off the way I did. And now, now I'm not gonna have any more wide-based liberal arts classes like that to take, unless I decide to just totally bog myself down and go after that Spanish minor anyway. Which I really doubt I'll have the gumption to do.
I look at that notebook and I feel like I really did waste a year of my life, and a year of my education. Even aside from screwing over my GPA, I missed a lot of opportunities I'll never have again.