Things I Learned About Me

Okay so to go on with my journey through college i've learned a few things about myself that i didn't really notice before. Maybe its because i changed a little but i'm not sure. 

So the first thing i've learned about myself is that i don't really know what i want to do with my life. I know that i still want to go and do the psychology thing but i feel like i have a greater purpose. Like i should be doing something greater with my life. I chose psychology because i want to help people, but i feel like i should be helping people now while i'm in school. I don't feel like i an doing enough to give back. I volunteer with a place that hosts troubled teen girls who are from around the state. I mentor them and be a overall just be there for them like as if i am their big sister. I see these girls and think how glad i am to have the things that i have. One day i hope to be able to do something good with my life other than my work. Something like join the Peace Corps.

I have also learned that i have an accent. I've been told by one of my friends who is from the city that i have an accent. I obviously don't hear it but i guess its pretty cool someone else notices it.

I have noticed that my pupils are very large. I have bad eyesight which i've known for a long time now and i used to wear glasses. Now that i wear contacts, i get to see my eyes more often and see that my pupils rarely ever change in size. I think its weird. I learned in my first psych class that the pupils dilate when you are attracted to someone or something. So if i go by that fact, then i must be attracted to everything. It makes me appreciate my sight more each day.

My spelling sucks! Ever since i left high school and started college, my spelling has gone to the crapper. Now, i can perfectly spell simple words and some of the more difficult ones, but i have lost my ability to spell things correctly. It is sad to admit that i had to ask my mother one time how to spell broccoli just so i could tell her i had some with my dinner. I don't know why this has happened but i am not liking it. I even use google to spell. Like if i'm unsure how to spell something, i'd type it in the google search bar and wait till it gives me suggestions for pages so that i know how to spell the word right. I think i need to spend some time reading the dictionary.

I noticed that i don't like going out to party, rather i prefer just to stay in and have some drinks. I understand that i am underage and not suppose to drink alcohol but i'm going to be a realist. I see all these people from my school and the neighboring college going out to parties and clubs to have fun on the weekends and some weekdays and one day i went out to a club and didn't like it like i thought i would. I feel more comfortable with being around people i know and trust when i'm not 100% in control of myself. 

I've come to realize that i am an insomniac. I love sleeping and it is something i enjoy doing, when i get to do it. My sleeping pattern since high school has changed. Now that i have no official "bedtime" i end up staying up late and not getting as much sleep as i should. People are supposed to get about 8 hours of sleep a night in order to function in everyday life. Now i know i'm a college student and 8 hours is not a realistic number but i get anywhere from 4 to 6 hours of sleep each night, and its not always because i have work to do. My body refuses to let me sleep at night. I go to sleep anywhere from 3 in the morning to 6. I made sure that this semester and next semester i don't have classes too early, allowing me time to try and get some sleep. 

So these were a few things i've learned about myself since the start of my college life. I know there are many more things i learned about myself but i probably shouldn't bore you readers with that.

Oops! Time to Catch Up

I forgot about this thing for a while. oops!!!

So not too much has gone on since i started this blog. I've gone to classes, missed and skipped classes. I'm starting to feel like this college thing isn't all i thought it would be. I like some of my classes but most i don't. I probably should have gone to a college that doesn't have liberal education requirement. These classes take over my life. I do enjoy my psychology class this semester which is good because i'm a psych major. Overall, i feel like i'm doing semi well this semester.

But on another side of college, I have been spending more time with my friends. I have never liked being by myself. I don't do lonely well. I admit that i am a little on the co dependent side, though i have never been the person to be dependent on a significant other. This is probably because i haven't really dated many people, but whatever. So back to spending time with friends. This semester i made a point to myself that i will not ever be by myself, because im weird like that!

Freshman Year Catch Up: Semester 2

Second Semester
The second semester didn't suck for me as much as the first, at least academic wise. I managed to raise my grades high enough to pass the 2.0 required gpa but my cumulative grade wasn't good enough to get off academic probation. I managed to go to my classes for the most part and I had classes I actually liked. My college algebra professor was by far my favorite(oh how much I love old people). He was funny and made the class much easier for everyone. I also took sign language with another older lady as my professor, who seemed to be happy all the time, making it a lot easier for her students to feel comfortable standing in front of class. I got A's in both classes, oh how I love getting A's in classes I love.

I had a downfall with one of my friends I had met here during this semester. Her and my brother started daring and it made me feel like I was all alone because I had no one else to hang out with. At this time me and my friend from home weren't as close as we are now. I started to become distant from my brother and my friend because I        
can't be friends with someone who dates my brother. I just have some issues with things like that.

This is when I started to hang out with different people. I didn't want to be like a depressed person, its not me. I started hanging out with my other friend from Saint Rose who had a dislike for my brother's girlfriend because they were roommates and didn't get along so well. Me and her had so many things in common which is why I believe we are still friends to this day. I met some new people who went to school with my friend from home. They seemed pretty cool but they were way more outgoing and out there if you know what I mean. They were unlike any of the friends i've ever had, in a good way.

I generally had a good second semester.

Freshman Year Catch Up: Semester 1

To start off i'm writing this blog in my sophomore year. To catch everyone up on my road to discovery and college experience, i'll be writing about my freshman year and the struggles and good times I had at Saint Rose.

First Semester
The first week of school was a lot easier leaving home than I thought. I didn't really miss home or my family. This school made it easy for me to be away from home, it has a home like feeling other than my dorm building looking like mental hospital with the white walls and everything. I wanted to be as involved as i could that first week to keep my mind on not missing home. I went to some of the events during our week of welcome. I met a few people i'd be later friends with when i went to Reach Out Saint Rose our school wide volunteer program that is once a year on the second or third weekend of the fall semester.

So back to my first semester. I got along with my roommate pretty well but I would get aggravated because she slept all the time, meaning eating dinner all by myself some nights. She was pretty cool other than that and I was happy we got along. A few weeks into school I made friends who some i'm still friends with now. They seemed to be pretty cool and I got along with them quite well.

For the first month or so I attended all my classes except one which ill explain in a second. Classes at 8am kill me and I had them 3 days a week and the other 2 days my classes started at 9:25. So back to me missing my one class. It was our fist official psych class after labor day and I was heading to class with my paper and when I got to the building it was in I completely forgot what number the room was. I felt really stupid so i went back to my room and emailed the professor that I had to miss the class.

Skipping to the end of the semester, I didn't do well with classes which I ended up on academic probation which i'm not proud of at all. I worked hard the beginning of the semester but by the end I wanted nothing to do with classes.

To say the least, my first semester sucked for me.