On completing a semester of college.
I just had my last day of classes today. I have successfully completed my first semester of college. At least until the finals week. But still...
Man. I really hope I did well on the OCHEM test. I don't want to jinx it by saying I did superduper well because there's always that possibility that I didn't do as well as I thought. But I'm at least guaranteed a B this semester. Of that much, I'm certain.
So...I think it's time for a retrospective. Going back in time to see what I thought of college in August, my many mood swings within September and October, amongst other things. A history lesson in Jon!
doodleleedoo, doodleleedoo, doodleleedoo
So back in August, I was expecting that I'd transfer by this time. I mean, EVERYONE here admits that Case was not their first choice. Most people here have come for the money that Case gives...because they really give a lot. But I still had hopes of applying to Northwestern premed or U. Penn. I remember talking to Sunny, "yeah...I don't know if I'll stay. I think I'm gonna transfer after this semester."
We drove here, and moved all my stuff in. Met my roommate, assessed him, and thought, "A'ite. Not bad. At least he ain't like Horowitz...well...maybe a little. I don't know." Thankfully, he introduced me to Alison, who then begot Xiao and Monica, and my first social circle was born.
I thought classes were a joke in the beginning...except for math. Evil evil math. It gave me so much misery! In all honesty, after the third week, I would have dropped it. But I still had that poking sense of pride, saying "Don't be a wuss. Just deal with it and get a good grade. You'll do fine; for Christ's sake you dealt with RAPAPORT!" And so I was silly and continued on with my math for a long time.
So I realized, "Hey, I can't always rely on my friends to be there to do stuff...I should expand. NETWORK!" You know? So I joined 5 million clubs, ranging from fencing to the Asian American Alliance to Bhangra...and I've dropped / inadvertantly got kicked out of each and single one. The only ones I still go to are Radio (which is really more a class than anything) and Trivia...and even that's sketchy.
However, I couldn't really get to know anyone in these clubs. Yeah, I'll say hi to them if I pass them on the street, but I didn't really click with anyone. However, in the least likely place (a fraternity!), I found much companionship. I was like, "Hey...I can really get to know these people. They're like...wow." Granted, that was the second thought, the first being "OOOOH! DDR!"
So now I'm a Theta Chi brother. Say it loud, say it proud, I am Theta Chi...by0tch!
Regardless, I still had those mood swings where I just kinda holed myself in my room at hours in a time...when I just felt like I was odd man out. But now that I'm officially a part of the Raymond House (despite living in Taft), I always have someone to talk to, hang out with, etc. Thankgoodness for Paul, Jed, Nick, and sometimes Jay.
Rumteetootoo...euh...
Fall break, I'm excited to go home. No matter who you live with, even if you have the best roommate in the world, you will always want to go home and have a break from him/her. For Fall Break, I was ecstatic to go home and see people. However, I also realized during this period that Parents are like Pixie Stix. You can only take so much before you get sick of them.
I got sick of them in two days, and by the time I was on my plane back, I was absolutely eager to go back to college.
Not a whole lot happened between Fall Break and Thanksgiving...except...oh yeah. I dropped math, and I became unbelievably unburdened afterwards. It was like...you know how you get constipated and it just won't come out? But then you finally get rid of it, and it's like...AWWWW YEAH! That's what it felt like. Sick as it is, you can't deny that it is one of the best feelings in the world.
Finals now approach, and I'm not too worried. I think they're all easy enough to work around. I'm just kicking back...relaxing...life is good.
I can't wait to actually SEE everyone and hang out and all that good stuff when I get back! =) New York, bay-bee.
^_^ Hee!
Man. I really hope I did well on the OCHEM test. I don't want to jinx it by saying I did superduper well because there's always that possibility that I didn't do as well as I thought. But I'm at least guaranteed a B this semester. Of that much, I'm certain.
So...I think it's time for a retrospective. Going back in time to see what I thought of college in August, my many mood swings within September and October, amongst other things. A history lesson in Jon!
doodleleedoo, doodleleedoo, doodleleedoo
So back in August, I was expecting that I'd transfer by this time. I mean, EVERYONE here admits that Case was not their first choice. Most people here have come for the money that Case gives...because they really give a lot. But I still had hopes of applying to Northwestern premed or U. Penn. I remember talking to Sunny, "yeah...I don't know if I'll stay. I think I'm gonna transfer after this semester."
We drove here, and moved all my stuff in. Met my roommate, assessed him, and thought, "A'ite. Not bad. At least he ain't like Horowitz...well...maybe a little. I don't know." Thankfully, he introduced me to Alison, who then begot Xiao and Monica, and my first social circle was born.
I thought classes were a joke in the beginning...except for math. Evil evil math. It gave me so much misery! In all honesty, after the third week, I would have dropped it. But I still had that poking sense of pride, saying "Don't be a wuss. Just deal with it and get a good grade. You'll do fine; for Christ's sake you dealt with RAPAPORT!" And so I was silly and continued on with my math for a long time.
So I realized, "Hey, I can't always rely on my friends to be there to do stuff...I should expand. NETWORK!" You know? So I joined 5 million clubs, ranging from fencing to the Asian American Alliance to Bhangra...and I've dropped / inadvertantly got kicked out of each and single one. The only ones I still go to are Radio (which is really more a class than anything) and Trivia...and even that's sketchy.
However, I couldn't really get to know anyone in these clubs. Yeah, I'll say hi to them if I pass them on the street, but I didn't really click with anyone. However, in the least likely place (a fraternity!), I found much companionship. I was like, "Hey...I can really get to know these people. They're like...wow." Granted, that was the second thought, the first being "OOOOH! DDR!"
So now I'm a Theta Chi brother. Say it loud, say it proud, I am Theta Chi...by0tch!
Regardless, I still had those mood swings where I just kinda holed myself in my room at hours in a time...when I just felt like I was odd man out. But now that I'm officially a part of the Raymond House (despite living in Taft), I always have someone to talk to, hang out with, etc. Thankgoodness for Paul, Jed, Nick, and sometimes Jay.
Rumteetootoo...euh...
Fall break, I'm excited to go home. No matter who you live with, even if you have the best roommate in the world, you will always want to go home and have a break from him/her. For Fall Break, I was ecstatic to go home and see people. However, I also realized during this period that Parents are like Pixie Stix. You can only take so much before you get sick of them.
I got sick of them in two days, and by the time I was on my plane back, I was absolutely eager to go back to college.
Not a whole lot happened between Fall Break and Thanksgiving...except...oh yeah. I dropped math, and I became unbelievably unburdened afterwards. It was like...you know how you get constipated and it just won't come out? But then you finally get rid of it, and it's like...AWWWW YEAH! That's what it felt like. Sick as it is, you can't deny that it is one of the best feelings in the world.
Finals now approach, and I'm not too worried. I think they're all easy enough to work around. I'm just kicking back...relaxing...life is good.
I can't wait to actually SEE everyone and hang out and all that good stuff when I get back! =) New York, bay-bee.
^_^ Hee!