Its the basic blah blah blah that makes the world go round'
I got a A on my statistics midterm! I am finally doing well in statistics. I wish I had taken Prof. Holmes the first time I took statistics. I'm pretty sure I would have been able to at least walk away from his class with a B. Which is a big difference from my crazed fight to hang onto a passing average in Bitzer's class. Such different teaching styles between the two professors. I think there are two different type of professors. The ones that are meant to teach, because they not only understand their subject manner, but can convey it in a universally understandable way to others. And then there are the professors that know their material well, but have a limited/effective way of conveying the information to others. The second type only gets by because they know the material well and that seems to be more important to school's than the second part. I don't know why I'm going on this tangent. Maybe, because I wish I had more teachers that were meant to teach. Then those that became teachers as a afterthought of what that really wanted to do in life. Statistics teachers that really want to be work for NASA as a all powerful statistian.
Anyway, I'm happy for the most part when i consider my life as a whole, which I do often. A lot of people don't use happiness as a measure of how well they are doing in life. They prefer to use success or popularity. I figure I only have this one life. It seems like a good idea to enjoy it more than to map it out with societal landmarks of a complete life.
Sareeta came over today. We talked for awhile. Mostly about her life. Some pretty crazy stuff is going in her life lately. Part of me wishes I could write about it. But I promised her I wouldn't say anything to anyone. And even though I'm pretty sure no one reads my little ol' blog anymore. It just seems more respectful to keep quiet. She just did stuff that was totally out of character for who I thought she was. Which only proved my theory that she was suppressed in a lot of ways. I think all of us are suppressed in some way or another. Certain parts of ourselves are pushed to the wayside, because of fear or complacency. Some of us have got their whole personalities suppressed, because they're too afraid to show the world what they got up their sleeve. And I figured one day Sareeta would have a mini-melt down I guess you could say? Basically she would end up doing things or being a person that wasn't even her, but was so far from the shell of the self she displayed. She would do that, because it was a way of being free. Even if it was a lie. Of course I could be wrong. Maybe her recent actions display her true colors. And this behavior will only continue or heighten itself. That would be a real shocker. But I highly think not. I love analyzing people. They are such fascinating subjects,
I wonder if Dev will call me back before he heads to sleep. Things are going really well with him. Ever since we got back together a part of me has been waiting for the "other shoe to drop" sort of speak. It was hard to forget about the break up and the following distress. But I finally have reached a place where I can separate what happen before and who we are as a couple now. I trust him again. Which could be the stupidest thing or the smartest. Funny how certain decisions fall within those lines. Either way the past month has been great. He's still the right guy for me. He still makes me laugh. And remembers my quirks. We work well together. The coexisting part is all smooth and hot at the same time, which is all that matters.
Still freaking out about the prospect of living with a roommate. I haven't lived with someone in my room since I was a little kid. And look at how I phased that last sentence. "My room" not our room. haha. As if the person was merely a guest. It's stressful thinking about it, especially since the roommate will be a chick. Women don't tend to click well with me. Maybe its largely due the fact I don't often give them a chance before heavily judging. But we all have something to work on in regards to ourselves right?
This entry isn't very exciting, but its feels good to write. I want to write in this more. And I want write actual events, alongside reflections.
Blah blah blah right?
Night World.
-Cyn
Anyway, I'm happy for the most part when i consider my life as a whole, which I do often. A lot of people don't use happiness as a measure of how well they are doing in life. They prefer to use success or popularity. I figure I only have this one life. It seems like a good idea to enjoy it more than to map it out with societal landmarks of a complete life.
Sareeta came over today. We talked for awhile. Mostly about her life. Some pretty crazy stuff is going in her life lately. Part of me wishes I could write about it. But I promised her I wouldn't say anything to anyone. And even though I'm pretty sure no one reads my little ol' blog anymore. It just seems more respectful to keep quiet. She just did stuff that was totally out of character for who I thought she was. Which only proved my theory that she was suppressed in a lot of ways. I think all of us are suppressed in some way or another. Certain parts of ourselves are pushed to the wayside, because of fear or complacency. Some of us have got their whole personalities suppressed, because they're too afraid to show the world what they got up their sleeve. And I figured one day Sareeta would have a mini-melt down I guess you could say? Basically she would end up doing things or being a person that wasn't even her, but was so far from the shell of the self she displayed. She would do that, because it was a way of being free. Even if it was a lie. Of course I could be wrong. Maybe her recent actions display her true colors. And this behavior will only continue or heighten itself. That would be a real shocker. But I highly think not. I love analyzing people. They are such fascinating subjects,
I wonder if Dev will call me back before he heads to sleep. Things are going really well with him. Ever since we got back together a part of me has been waiting for the "other shoe to drop" sort of speak. It was hard to forget about the break up and the following distress. But I finally have reached a place where I can separate what happen before and who we are as a couple now. I trust him again. Which could be the stupidest thing or the smartest. Funny how certain decisions fall within those lines. Either way the past month has been great. He's still the right guy for me. He still makes me laugh. And remembers my quirks. We work well together. The coexisting part is all smooth and hot at the same time, which is all that matters.
Still freaking out about the prospect of living with a roommate. I haven't lived with someone in my room since I was a little kid. And look at how I phased that last sentence. "My room" not our room. haha. As if the person was merely a guest. It's stressful thinking about it, especially since the roommate will be a chick. Women don't tend to click well with me. Maybe its largely due the fact I don't often give them a chance before heavily judging. But we all have something to work on in regards to ourselves right?
This entry isn't very exciting, but its feels good to write. I want to write in this more. And I want write actual events, alongside reflections.
Blah blah blah right?
Night World.
-Cyn