#2

The way I see it, I should be out of here in three years. Everyone tells me that high school and college are supposed to be the best times of my life. I think those people just regret the life path they chose. I had a horrible time in high school and I was dying to get out of there. Thank goodness U.C.F accepted me, or I would still be living at home commuting to the local university. I actually have been having an awesome time in college thanks to my roommates. It baffles me how close we are now because I didn’t even talk to either of them the first two weeks I lived in my apartment. Instead of complete silence, there is laughter and fun and thoughts of pet pooches running around our home. As corny as it sounds, that is my home.
After a miserable high school career, my life has begun. I moved away from all of my family, and everything has changed completely. I don’t despise my mother because she doesn’t nag me about getting a job everyday anymore. I actually get along with my brother because I’m not at the same school as him anymore. I desperately miss my older sister, her husband, and their beautiful children. I find myself all grown up. I pay my own rent, I am in charge of getting myself to class, I am responsible for all of my grades, and I have a job now. Funny how six months can completely change who you are, responsibility wise. I think about how I miss my family so much, but really I think I am better off. I am learning to deal with things on my own, with the occasional motherly step in. I can take care of myself, and I feel like I am transitioning into my life as an adult.
It doesn’t scare me to become an adult. I have been looking forward to it my entire life. Paying bills, grocery shopping or living on my own never scared me a bit. Now I feel like I am back to waiting to finish school so that I can finally start my exciting career of elementary education. I will be the perfect little teacher and I can’t wait to start my next path of life. I just hope I remember to enjoy what I am doing right now in this moment in time.

# 1

I woke up this morning from my “not enough sleep” stage and groaned at the alarm clock. I made sure my roommates were up so that we could all go to our class together. Mornings around here are not the happiest. Since the housing department at U.C.F messed up, I ended up off campus in an apartment that isn’t the safest place to live. I am reminded of this everyday because I have to take the shuttle to campus instead of getting to walk to class. This is probably a blessing in disguise because I have amazing roommates and I don’t have to deal with sharing a room with a weird tree worshiper.
Today my roommate had to leave straight from class to go to work, so I got a ride with her and we left to go to the land of no parking spaces.
I love having class with my roommates because I have someone to hang out with on campus.
I have a lot of time between my two classes, so my roommate and I decided to go buy books. We stopped in the student union for a medical marijuana rally. A lot of hemp and dreads, but some interesting stories from a person with a bone disease. He has to carry about seven ounces of pot with him wherever he goes, and he told us about how the drug dogs at the airport passed him over. He told the cops they should probably get a new drug dog. He got some laughs and more people stopped to listen. I still haven’t decided whether this is the best extracurricular to get involved with or not.
My roommate and I grabbed some lunch and searched for a table. There seem to be a million, all of which were full. Most were six person tables with one person comfortably sitting by themselves. I wonder why one person reading needs all those empty seats. After lunch I went for my three hour education class. My teacher is thrilled by group work, and I am not. I suppose I can deal with that for one class a week. After class I headed back to the shuttle to go back to my very humble apartment. The bus was freezing. Times like that bond the people on the bus. For some reason, a bunch of strangers find a frigid bus a reason to actually speak to each other. The rest of the ride home was silent. Tomorrow will be a different day and a new experience.