I feel so behind
by Attitude2000 on Comments
The Spring 2006 semester at OC Tech ended today and news flash, I didn't pass all my classes as required by someone on level one academic probation. If I'm looking into this correctly, that means I'm now on level two probation, which means I can't even register for next semester on my own anymore (if I go; it's still up in the air whether I have financial aid this fall). Jeez, what happened? In elementary school I was on the principal's list all the time and even skipped the 3rd grade. And before I knew it, I was repeating the 9th grade and senior year I was in Physical Science with 10th graders. It's not like I had friends to distract me. I like to blame it on living in a rural area (my grandfather used to farm long before I was born and I live on the same spot), but that didn't stop my two cousins, who seemed to bud very nicely (one going to South Carolina, the other living in Columbia yet very dependant on her mother still), as they had slight friendships and jobs to get a little cash on the side. My first job? Work-study at Claflin University behind the Library (oh I'm so sorry, Resource Center) desk. I'm not sure how much it paid since after one semester I enrolled at my mother's alma mater (and current workplace) OC Tech. I left behind one semester's tuition which I'm sure will haunt me later on. Anyway, all this time I never got a license, so I don't drive myself anyplace, so my mother never felt the need to purchase me a vehicle, which leads me to the present: riding around shotgun (or in the back if her sister tags along) in her Nissan Maxima (at least it's not a piece of crap) everytime she goes someplace, and whenever I want something she's either helping me out (my current work-study job doesn't pay a bunch) or outright asking her for it. This brings us to why I don't want to ask anyone out. I may have developed a little more courage, but the realization that I can't really take anyone out scares me. I think this is why I've developed stupid obsessions with things like soap operas and women in general (I roll TiVo back to watch f***ing shampoo/hair color commercials). I hate my current situation, but me being as shy and nervous as I am, I don't see it improving. I've long since gotten over the suicide thing as I know I'm too much of a wimp to really do anything; this has kind of gotten me over my five year depression spat. I try to smile and be happy most of the time, but I can only turn a negative into a positive so much. I'm just really hoping I don't die in this mobile home.
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