“Rap is crap.

You know, totally whack!

I mean really; Its fact.

How am I expected to-

I’ve not been directed to-

This is gonna suck,

I’m seriously fucked.

All i wanted was to come to school,

LEARN,

But now all i do is yearn,

Yearn to be gone, free, escaped from here,

Home, Hell, nowhere near,

this class.

Cause it’s whack.

Its like Rap- We went over this already-

Rap. Is. Crap.”

Class assignment where some students had to teach the class. They decided to “teach” us about Rap.  … they failed. lol

“The problem is there,

The problem is true.

Should we pair?

Or do i not love you?

This feeling i get

deep deep down inside,

is it fire getting wet,

or a swarm of butterflies?

It’s impossible to describe

exactly how i feel.

I could describe it as dying,

or living for thrill.

I’m asking you now,

you, gods from above,

Just answer me how-

to love, or not to love?”

-Another old School assignment…

Yep.

So i’ve started my first year of college at a JC in town. ( its cause im cheap, not ”dumb”) and i’m actually very excited about my classes. i have;

-Nutrition on Tuesdays

-Psychology on Wednesdays

-Physical Science and Philosophy on Thursdays &

-Physical science on Fridays.

All my teachers are super nice and dont seem to be too difficult. ( i ‘ratemyprofessors.com-ed their asses)… ;p

I’m suprised though. i was confident that all my classes would be cake except for my physical science class. and that might be true, but somehow i got dubbed ‘the smart one’ in my physical science class-just because i know common things like what happens to a stationary toy car when another one rams into it. etc. and its suprisingly easy so far. in fact, i htink my most difficult class might be psychology. but not even. because theres only one paper, and no midterm or final. The class im MOST excited about though, is Philosophy! eeeee! i just came ^.^ tmi? … suck a fat one. no, but seriously…. im SO interested in EVERYTHING this professor does and says- because it s almost exactly how i think. and im so jazzed about what he has to teach me and all the class discussions and its just gonna rock. I’m thinking of majoring in philosophy. and either becoming a professor, or a laywer….. lol we’ll see where that goes.

anywho, i’m going to try to make my posts more philosophical. just to…. ‘get in the mood’ :)

Dear whoever manages my life,

I just want to thank you for giving me, or allowing me to get, diabetes. It’s been an absolutely wonderful thing to carry every day of my life. OH, and even better, THANKS for giving it to my baby sister too. Thanks to you, she can never know what it’s like to be a normal kid. Wonderful. Every day of my life since i was 8 years old, I’ve had to deal with this. I’m 17 now. that NINE YEARS. Nine years I’ve had to live in fear fear that one day I or my sister won’t wake up. Fear that one (or both) of us will have serious complications from this. Fear that neither of us can ever live a truly normal life now. So Thank you for giving me such a wonderful gift.

PS. This is SO last season, I wouldn’t recommend giving it to anyone else, or even re gifting it.

**To be read in sarcastic tone**

Another old school assignment. We had to write a letter to someone who gave us something.

When it comes down to it, a true love story is never really about being in love. It’s about falling in love. It’s about that first time you saw each other at the bar, or the subway, or at school or the beach, even. It’s about the journey you took to get to those precious “I do”’s. Its when you find out that you really are perfect for each other when you’re still upset about that first little fight. It’s about finding the only person you’d die for (and vice versa) and putting them and yourself to the test to see if you both can handle actually being in love with each other for the rest of your lives.

This is a little entry i found from my senior English class. it made me smile. :) I’ve been looking through my desk and going through old papers, so i’ll probably be posting alot of the stuff i find.