Every semester I make a list of goals and theres only one thing written on it: To get all As.
And every mid-semester I change my list of goals to something more attainable: To make it out the semester without having to repeat a course.
My school is ridiculously hard. My one-credit class is simply impossible, and every so often I seriously contemplate transferring to an HBCU (no offense, you HBCU-ers). This was my first semester taking classes to satisfy my Journalism major, and I HATE them! They are my most boring and hardest classes. But I survived, and I have finessed. I just have one more exam and I will officially be a college Sophomore.
This semester I learned that I have to able to know how to speak in order to get what I want and need. I also learned that friends are unnecessarily necessary, and that I need a roommate. I learned that eating three times a day gives me a nice figure. I found out that I have very off days appearance-wise. I learned how to budget my money and give exceedingly. I learned how to say no. I learned that I could never be a party girl even if I tried. I learned that social media takes up too much of my time. I learned that I may not be that great of a writer. I almost learned how to balance my life. I learned that boys are very sucky. And I think that is all.
Last semester, I was very proud of all my mistakes. I felt like a big kid doing big kid things. This semester is much more of a blur. I started off strong, as I always do, then I got cocky and started slacking off, as I always do. Having off days in college can set you back a whole lot I've realized. I wish my transcript didn't have any C's on it, but at this point my motto is "C's get degrees."
This semester I learned that I have to able to know how to speak in order to get what I want and need. I also learned that friends are unnecessarily necessary, and that I need a roommate. I learned that eating three times a day gives me a nice figure. I found out that I have very off days appearance-wise. I learned how to budget my money and give exceedingly. I learned how to say no. I learned that I could never be a party girl even if I tried. I learned that social media takes up too much of my time. I learned that I may not be that great of a writer. I almost learned how to balance my life. I learned that boys are very sucky. And I think that is all.
Last semester, I was very proud of all my mistakes. I felt like a big kid doing big kid things. This semester is much more of a blur. I started off strong, as I always do, then I got cocky and started slacking off, as I always do. Having off days in college can set you back a whole lot I've realized. I wish my transcript didn't have any C's on it, but at this point my motto is "C's get degrees."
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