Money Woes
Gah, just paid my tuition bill, at the tone of $7,400! It really wouldnt be too bad but that stupid Oxford Housing is still on there, b/c the university once again proved that they care about nothing but money when they refused to let me out of my contract. So I was doing some fun calculations. I moved in on a Wednesday-freaked myself out about the whole thing-went home thursday night after helping Jeff pass out water at Crisler. came back saturday fo the football game, got picked back up afte the football game, then came back Monday night b/c classes started Tuesday, stayed until Saturday evening where I came back form the Notre Dame football game and packed everything up and moved back home. So I figure I spent 6 nights in Oxford Housing. Sooooo $4,500 for the year, divided by 6 nights equals $750 a night! And trust me, the accomadations were not up to that hefty price tag.
Looking back on that whole thing I realize that I freaked myself out about living there. I was perfectly fine during the day but the nights are what kinda hit me, but still I totally blew it out of proportions. I guess the problem I had was that there wasn't anyone there to say, "Tony, give it a chance, stay another week, see how it goes, you just got to get used to it, it gets better." That sorta thing. Sure, many of my friends called me up, but they were either A. back in Canton, or B. in Ohio. And while I appreciate them trying to help it's totally different doing that/hearing that on the phone than having someone there in person doing it.
I seem to have this problem where I don't give things a chance and quit before I really get the whole effect. High School was the same. I HATED high school for the first month or so, but then once I got into the swing of things I really enjoyed it. Same at Dearborn, HATED it the first few weeks, but again, once I got going I actually realized it wasn't so bad. Then I moved to Ann Arbor-I had NEVER EVER been away from home or my family for more than a single day-and I HATED it. Only difference was that the other times I couldn't quit. I mean you can't stop going to high school or college, well I guess you could stop going to college but whatever, at Oxford I had an out and i jumped at it quickly. I compare it to Football at Salem. I went out to play, was there for maybe two weeks hated it and quit. I wish I could go back and at least give it a chance.
That seems to be a big problem of mine, giving up to quickly, not giving stuff a chacne. I almost wish there was someone in my life to that would have said "No Tony, you are at least going to give this a try, give it some time." No, I had my Dad yelling at me to give up football b/c I was too small, not fast enough, and would never get recruited by Michigan, and had no shot to make the NFL (hey, it was my dream since like the 3rd grade) and at that time in my life (9th grade) I actually cared what my Dad thought and said, (NOT ANYMORE) so I listened to him and gae it up, just like that my dream, poof. My Mom tried to get me to keep at it, but she didn't force me. I wish someone would have. Just like I wish someone would have forced me to stay in Ann Arbor longer than 6 days.
Looking back on that whole thing I realize that I freaked myself out about living there. I was perfectly fine during the day but the nights are what kinda hit me, but still I totally blew it out of proportions. I guess the problem I had was that there wasn't anyone there to say, "Tony, give it a chance, stay another week, see how it goes, you just got to get used to it, it gets better." That sorta thing. Sure, many of my friends called me up, but they were either A. back in Canton, or B. in Ohio. And while I appreciate them trying to help it's totally different doing that/hearing that on the phone than having someone there in person doing it.
I seem to have this problem where I don't give things a chance and quit before I really get the whole effect. High School was the same. I HATED high school for the first month or so, but then once I got into the swing of things I really enjoyed it. Same at Dearborn, HATED it the first few weeks, but again, once I got going I actually realized it wasn't so bad. Then I moved to Ann Arbor-I had NEVER EVER been away from home or my family for more than a single day-and I HATED it. Only difference was that the other times I couldn't quit. I mean you can't stop going to high school or college, well I guess you could stop going to college but whatever, at Oxford I had an out and i jumped at it quickly. I compare it to Football at Salem. I went out to play, was there for maybe two weeks hated it and quit. I wish I could go back and at least give it a chance.
That seems to be a big problem of mine, giving up to quickly, not giving stuff a chacne. I almost wish there was someone in my life to that would have said "No Tony, you are at least going to give this a try, give it some time." No, I had my Dad yelling at me to give up football b/c I was too small, not fast enough, and would never get recruited by Michigan, and had no shot to make the NFL (hey, it was my dream since like the 3rd grade) and at that time in my life (9th grade) I actually cared what my Dad thought and said, (NOT ANYMORE) so I listened to him and gae it up, just like that my dream, poof. My Mom tried to get me to keep at it, but she didn't force me. I wish someone would have. Just like I wish someone would have forced me to stay in Ann Arbor longer than 6 days.