Well, the boxes have been packed (or nearly), the dusty, old books have been donated, and my house has been cleaned from top to bottom-I'm moving. Unfortunately...its right into a motel room, at least for a few days while a construction crew works on my new house. Four days in a f**king motel room! Great....The only good thing I see coming out of this is that I finally have access to some cable, something which I haven't had in...close to a year. Wow. Its been that long? Amazing how time flies. In a way I feel like it was just yesterday that I was walking down that podium to get my High School Diploma, and to look around in awe as hundreds and hundreds of people showed up to see my graduating class go off into bigger and better things. I remember looking around, feeling smug knowing I'll never have to see some of the people around me ever again, but also sad knowing I'll be drifting apart from some truly genuine friends. In reality though, its been about 7 months since I graduated from high school (O_o). Pretty crazy-my life is so different now on so many levels. I've had my ups and downs, but in the end, its all about keeping your chin up and as Will Smith so eloquently put it, "its all about chasing that dream, the pursuit of happyness". Yes I know Happiness is with an "I"-but in this sense its spelled correctly because "Happyness", is whatever you make it. Anyways, good night.
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UPDATE: Well...this is life.
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So I didn't get to go to a four-year college right away. Boo Hoo. If anything, this keeps me grounded in real-life and away from the La-La-Land that is college, where you escape responsibility, real-life trouble...essentially just go bat-s**t-crazy. What I AM doing right now, is attending a local community college to fulfill the first two years of my college education (the General Education part-ugh). Its a pain in the ass, but I got to do it. Good thing is, I already taken several AP classes during high school as well as some college classes at various community colleges during some summers, so even though I missed out on the first semester of school, I already had a bunch of credits under my belt. Cool. At first I was a bit depressed over the fact that after all this time, I had to go to community college, but after actually attending a class, its not that bad-its just like any other college class you would take at a state school. The teachers are...eccentric, and the students are...well, dumb to some degree. There are some students who, even though it takes only about two years to finish classes to transfer, they just register for classes, don't go, and repeat the class over and over again-which is really really stupid in my opinion. As for me I just want to get the hell out of Dodge-away from my home, away from my family, away from my school...just transfer as quickly as possible and just GO. I don't want to worry about all the crap happening around my house, all the stupid drama that goes on, the relentless nagging thats handed down to me (sometimes justified, sometimes not) by my sister and my grandmother. But hey...thats life.
Tough week(s)
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I am having what is arguably one of the most turbulent periods of my short life. Having just graduated high school this past June, I was at first elated at having finally achieved what I had been working for the past four years to achieve. What I did not expect were several things to accompany me on my way out of high school.
First off, nearing the end of the school year, I discovered that while yes, I did get accepted into several of the schools I applied to (University of California at Riverside, University of California at Davis, and the University of California at Santa Barbara being the most notable and my only public school acceptances), my admittance was provisional; In order to be able to attend come next Fall, I had to complete a year of Algebra II. I have always struggled with the subject of math while excelling at the subject of English, something which seems to shock many people given the stereotype that all Asians excel at math; Seems I am one of the few exceptions. Seeing as how it was around the middle of May when I discovered this, and that I had already received a "D" in my first semester of Algebra II and so had dropped out of the second semester, I could no way accomplish the task of receiving a grade of "C" or higher in high school Algebra II. This caused me much heartache for a period of time, until I decided to dust myself off and see what I could do to fix the situation.
I found out, that if I did not finish the class by the time I graduated, I had the option of satisfying the requirement by attending an Algebra II equivalent class at my local community college. The catch was that I had to finish it by the end of the summer after graduation. So, I set about applying to my local community college to take the course. Turns out, there were two prerequisite courses I had to take at the college in order to take the class I needed. I could either take a placement exam and be able to register in the class, or speak with the head of the Mathematics department and show him my high school transcript, and somehow convince him to let me enroll in the class. Lets just say I didn't place well on the placement exam, and so after a few weeks of drawing it out, I finally summoned the courage to go speak with the head of the math department about my situation. Surprisingly, he was sympathetic to my situation, and so granted me permission to enroll in the class. By this time though, the class was already full, and so I had to ask the teacher on the first day of class let me enroll in the class. The first day of class arrives, and I oversleep. I arrive right at the end of class, and I spot a bunch of notes on the teacher's table. Midway through her picking out random notes and reading out names, I ask someone what she was doing. Turns out, there are only 15 available "walk-on" spots for the class, and she was picking who got to take the class through random drawings. I quickly wrote my name on a sheet of paper and threw my name into the pile. Number after number goes by, until finally the last slot is left. I get called! I felt a huge sense of relief as I got to enroll! I go home, seeing the very long line to register in the class, thinking I'll arrive early next morning to register into the class. Next day I arrive, but find myself short of money-the class costs $104 to enroll in, and the textbook costs a good $100 as well. $200!!! I go home defeated, wondering where to get that money. And so I miss yet another day of class, which is suicidal given how fast these summer classes move. I convince my mother to lend me the money needed to take the class, and I get to register. By now its Wednesday, and so I missed the first two days of class. I finish the week, discovering all the homework the class has been working on is due next week, alongside a big big test and several quizzes. I go home, only to grow lazy (damn you Summer!), and procrastinate to the point where I have to miss the entire next week to even accomplish the homework (which I am still WAY behind on). I miss the test. My birthday on the 21st of July passes without incident. And now I sit here, typing out this message. ARGH.
First off, nearing the end of the school year, I discovered that while yes, I did get accepted into several of the schools I applied to (University of California at Riverside, University of California at Davis, and the University of California at Santa Barbara being the most notable and my only public school acceptances), my admittance was provisional; In order to be able to attend come next Fall, I had to complete a year of Algebra II. I have always struggled with the subject of math while excelling at the subject of English, something which seems to shock many people given the stereotype that all Asians excel at math; Seems I am one of the few exceptions. Seeing as how it was around the middle of May when I discovered this, and that I had already received a "D" in my first semester of Algebra II and so had dropped out of the second semester, I could no way accomplish the task of receiving a grade of "C" or higher in high school Algebra II. This caused me much heartache for a period of time, until I decided to dust myself off and see what I could do to fix the situation.
I found out, that if I did not finish the class by the time I graduated, I had the option of satisfying the requirement by attending an Algebra II equivalent class at my local community college. The catch was that I had to finish it by the end of the summer after graduation. So, I set about applying to my local community college to take the course. Turns out, there were two prerequisite courses I had to take at the college in order to take the class I needed. I could either take a placement exam and be able to register in the class, or speak with the head of the Mathematics department and show him my high school transcript, and somehow convince him to let me enroll in the class. Lets just say I didn't place well on the placement exam, and so after a few weeks of drawing it out, I finally summoned the courage to go speak with the head of the math department about my situation. Surprisingly, he was sympathetic to my situation, and so granted me permission to enroll in the class. By this time though, the class was already full, and so I had to ask the teacher on the first day of class let me enroll in the class. The first day of class arrives, and I oversleep. I arrive right at the end of class, and I spot a bunch of notes on the teacher's table. Midway through her picking out random notes and reading out names, I ask someone what she was doing. Turns out, there are only 15 available "walk-on" spots for the class, and she was picking who got to take the class through random drawings. I quickly wrote my name on a sheet of paper and threw my name into the pile. Number after number goes by, until finally the last slot is left. I get called! I felt a huge sense of relief as I got to enroll! I go home, seeing the very long line to register in the class, thinking I'll arrive early next morning to register into the class. Next day I arrive, but find myself short of money-the class costs $104 to enroll in, and the textbook costs a good $100 as well. $200!!! I go home defeated, wondering where to get that money. And so I miss yet another day of class, which is suicidal given how fast these summer classes move. I convince my mother to lend me the money needed to take the class, and I get to register. By now its Wednesday, and so I missed the first two days of class. I finish the week, discovering all the homework the class has been working on is due next week, alongside a big big test and several quizzes. I go home, only to grow lazy (damn you Summer!), and procrastinate to the point where I have to miss the entire next week to even accomplish the homework (which I am still WAY behind on). I miss the test. My birthday on the 21st of July passes without incident. And now I sit here, typing out this message. ARGH.
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