LIFE UPDATE: Since I will be moving back to Stephenville in less than a week and will be starting my sophomore year at Tarleton on the 28th, I decided that I should give a real life update for everyone on how things have been going for me over the summer. I figured it would be more meaningful if I just explain everything that has happened so far instead of posting one picture with a stupid caption and not giving everyone all the details. Once I finished my freshman year at Tarleton back in May, I spent the rest of that month relaxing and recollecting my thoughts to recover from all the stress I had during finals week. Even though I was home and finished with my first year, I still had that feeling that there was an assignment due tomorrow. After being home for a couple of …show more content…
I went from being the quiet kid in class to the kid that happily greets people at the door. In June, after seeing the changes I went through in college, I used it as an incentive to continue improving myself. I started working out again, but I was able to workout more since I had more time on my hands. I also started taking trumpet playing more seriously and began practicing while watching The Office on Netflix. While I was in the process of improving myself, I was hunting for jobs. Unfortunately, I didn't have any luck in the work force considering that I applied to at least 10 different places and I still have not received a call back from any of them. Since my window to get a job was coming to a close, I thought it would be best if I saved my money for the upcoming semester and look for jobs in Stephenville instead. On July 3rd, I went skeet shooting at KEEGAN grandparent's house. I was surprised at how many clays I was able to hit considering I have only gone skeet shooting twice in my life. After weeks of planning and money saving, me, COLLIN, KEEGAN, and NATHAN were on our way to South Padre Island. I was so excited for this trip because I haven't been to the
Forty seconds left until game time. Here we go again, versing one of our biggest rivals, Belleville West. As usual, I’m starting. Defense has always been my go to position and this year I’m playing right back. The air around us is cold, considering we aren’t quite in spring yet. Eleven of us disperse on to the field, all in blue, determined to win. The referee blows his whistle, piercing our ears, and twenty two pairs of feet stir into action. Our back line is staring at the ball move towards the goal when suddenly things turn around. Hurriedly we shift to the left, ensuring the ball is put to a stop. Hannah boots the ball up the long green field and we’re all hopeful. West is playing hard; aggressive is their style. They win possession. Back
So far this year, I felt pretty satisfied with my progress this semester. I feel like I am slowly adapting to the new way papers and assignments are handled. All my college work depends solely on me now. No one is going to baby me anymore and whether I succeed or fail depends on how much effort I put into something. For the first time in my life I wrote a paper. Not just a five paragraph essay but actual pages, which is extremely challenging. It’s also been my first time studying for five hours straight so I can pass an actual test. I didn’t know I possessed this level of dedication, it’s probably because it isn’t free.
Orientation, introduction, moving in classes, fraternity exams midterm finals, all flying by with the roar of drag car screaming past you on the side. That is how this past semester has felt like. So far everything has been a blur, "tunnel visioned" towards the end that is now wider as I start to comprehend all of the emotions and information from this past semester. Sitting here in front of my computer finishing on of the last essays I will write this semester about the thing that I have done this semester. Tired, hungry and wanting to go home have been the reoccurring themes so far in my college career.
This year I've had to study and do the study guides. As for changing socially and emotionally I've changed quite a bit. My friends have changed and one of my good friends I'm not so close to anymore but now I have even better friends and I'm happy where I
Throughout my life I have been traveling to and from New York and it has pretty much became a regular part of my life. I have left and came back multiple times over the years, from going on vacations to moving for good, but the most significant time was when I was moving out of New York when I was a kid. My parents had a reason to move down to Philadelphia so they decided that’s what we were going to do. Since I was born here and spent most of my early childhood here, the thought of living somewhere else was strange to me, as it would for almost any kid at that age, and I didn’t really know how life would be like outside of the neighborhood where I’m from. The part of New York where I grew up at was very neighborhoody in the Bronx, everyone
Seniors, the last half of the year is hard, almost graduated, almost free from hours and hours of homework, but, don’t give up on your goals. Keep doing what you do best finish out strong. And fight for what you want and keep
Considering we are in the mist of the all consuming monster that is finals week I find it somewhat appropriate to write about the chaos that a student feels during this horrid week. It is also happens to be the only thing that I can manage to think about, therefore, I feel that writing this might be somewhat therapeutic. So I will catalogue the epic story that is finals week. Prior to the madness: You know the feeling you get before an obligation that is imperative but will bring great agony. You try not to think about it but it lingers, you put it off but you feel guilty, you tell yourself it’s good to relax before hand
It was during my final quarter at Bothell that life events were the most challenging. I was juggling 20 hours a week of work, 16 h...
Every new graduated high school student wants to get out of their parents’ house. They want independence, and to feel like they are going somewhere in life. Well, that’s what I thought. Moving out was the hardest thing I had done so far. I had just graduated and was barely making any money but I thought oh well so many people move out this young I’m just going to have to work harder, maybe skip school this semester until I can get on my feet to take classes. I knew all too well that I wouldn’t be able to afford it on my own, so I asked my best friend if she wanted to live with me. Little did we both know that living with another person would be a very different experience then living with our parents. We had plenty of fights over messy rooms, the empty fridge, empty bank accounts, and annoying neighbors.
After the ride we were finally there. It was like a land of imagination and pure possibility. I was hoping that we could do the aerosmith ride when we were there multiple times but there were so many rides that it was like picking what ice cream to get at a huge ice cream parlor. I wanted to do this because I enjoy their music and I like rides that go upside down. So once we were in there were fancy dressed people all over and you could smell the aroma of fresh candies and foods.
Other things in my life changed as well. I started to care about school, and developed a love for learning. My grades reflected this, and soon I began to like school again. I became cheerful and jubilant in my own ways. I was still under the clutches of my computer addiction, but things were looking up. I made some new friends in my class, and was generally a nicer person. I started listening to the same songs I always have, but at the same time branched out to different genres. I became a better person both in and out of my
The way that I am today, looking back on my mental attitude from then, I can notice drastic changes to this date. I am a lot more determined in most activities that I do, I like to participate a lot more, and I do not always want to be stuck inside or around the house "loathing everything". The reason for this is because I am in a more fit condition, physically, due to running. Back before high school, I would have never thought that exercising, especially running miles and miles, would have a result of making me a happier individual. In sixth through eighth grade, ...
...as at lunch time, the sixth of January 2009, when I surprised my friends that I was back. They were excited and speechless, and I felt as if I were dreaming.
I can almost remember that day like it was yesterday, I awoke like on any other school day. It was a gorgeous May morning, the rays of sun flittered through my miniblinds blinding me as if I hadn’t seen light in days. I sluggishly dragged my limp body out of my warm bed, retiring to the bathroom to perform my normal morning rituals shower, shave, brush my teeth, get dressed, do my hair, and all the other regulars. As I looked at myself while combing my hair, it hit me like a speeding express train, I was about to graduate. I couldn’t help but smile, but at the same time I felt like a part of me was drifting away. A tear came to my eye as I realized what was about to happen to me.
If you ask anyone what home means to them more than likely you’ll get several different opinions. In my case home has never been a specific place it’s always been wherever my mom was! My Mother and I have been moving from place to place ever since I could remember.