Four months later...

So I'm several weeks into my sophomore year of college. Funny how time works like that. You can complain that it goes too fast or too slow, but regardless of how it seems in context to you, it just keeps on going, and before you know it, you're smack dab in the middle of college. School is going well. To do well, you have to study. That's the case regardless of what college you go to. I feel like people make it seem like going to Berkeley is the most difficult challenge ever when it's actually pretty manageable. Then again, I don't know what it's like at other schools, so maybe Berkeley really is hard. I don't know. I can only speak for my experience, and to be quite honest, it's not that bad. Freshman year, I was still trying to get a feel for my academic capabilities, but I swear I could've gotten straight A's both semesters. But the A-/B+ range that I'm in is still good. Now, I'm really striving for straight A's. People say "C's get degrees," but fuck, I need to get into grad school, if you feel me. Even though I've never gotten a C in my entire academic career. &I intend to keep it that way. I'm really afraid of being stuck in the B range right now, and I really need to up my performance because B's do not fly with me anymore. Not that they ever did, but I thought I could make an exception with college. Not possible.

At any rate, the semester's flying by like crazy. It's probably because I only have class three days a week, and my 4-day weekends are always packed. Trying to juggle class, studying, my boyfriend, work, feeding myself, working out, and having a social life makes my week so hectic. But I'm sure that's the case for everyone. Except that I have an incessant need to excel at everything, so that makes everything all the more challenging. But it just makes me more motivated, so it works in a strange, twisted way.

My summer was bittersweet. I got to chill with friends and all that jazz. And I got rid of my stats pre-requisite via Grossmont. Easiest college class to date. 105% in the class? Damn, I wish classes at Cal were like that for me. My birthday was... Ugh, let's just not go there. That can be another blog. (It was that bad.) On the upside, I did get a diamond promise ring as a gift from PJ. Sometimes I just stare at it. So sparkly. Greatest gift EVER.

This summer, I also learned that I refuse to be home longer than a month. I spend a year away from home, then when I come back, I remember exactly why I was dying to leave in the first place. I don't know. San Diego doesn't feel like home to me anymore. I'm sure the major falling out with my mom has a great deal to do with it. (Also a whole 'nother blog.) But also because I'm growing up and I'm realizing that there's so much more to the world than what I've been exposed to. And because I know how to fucking take care of myself, so having rules imposed on me like I'm still a child is just plain retarded. All my visits home will only be to see my dad and my sisters. And to devour some badass Mexican food.

I have lots more to say, but this thing has gotten way too long. I also tried to widen the text field on this thing only to realize that I've forgotten all that I know about HTML. Wow, isn't that sad? Hahaha. Then again, it has been awhile since my intense blogging days in junior high.

Expect more consistent blogging! (Hopefully.)

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I figured out how to widen it. GO ME!