It’s been a couple months since I last updated a journal, and it wasn’t until a couple days ago that I decided to check this account. So therefore I apologize for the late notice, I was, although it may sound more like an excuse than an actual reasoning, caught up. In what? You may ask. Well, allow me to illustrate, one by one.
The story started when the big move-in takes place. I was very excited that I get to live in, but that excitement was quickly taken over by a rush of anxiety, for I was flooded by an atmosphere of feminism the second I stepped into the hall way, even when there is no one in site. The hall on the second floor was filled by giant murals of various paintings, in my case, there are six bears side by side looking as if they were walking. I don’t know why, but the bears gave me a feeling that I don’t belong here. To make things even worse, I found out that all of my neighbors are girls (except for my left hand neighbor, Trey, but I didn’t notice the gender of the name until much later on). In front of my friends, I just laughed it off with the line “I be pimping” but in reality I know it’s going to be very awkward.
I thought that it’s going to take a long time for me to get acquainted with my floor mates, but apparently I was wrong. To the complete opposite, I fitted in rather quickly. They are really nice people, and are very friendly, we played Egyptian war and eat together and had a lot of fun. I learned from one of my floor mates, Sam, that in our building, we have 17 guys, and 54 girls (later I found out that one of the guys is gay, so it’s actually 16 guys). However, it’s still at an acquainted level, we really didn’t get to bond as much until the first weekend of school and we all decided to go to an event called Lovefest in SF.
Lovefest is no doubt the most insanely chaotic rave I’ve ever been to. Most people over there are drunk, high, and naked…In my opinion, if some guy wants to get hooked up with a girl, that’s the place. To make long story short, we had the most amazing, adventurous experience that day, from 5am-12am.
But then the second week of school started, which is the real deal since the first week is composed of move-in, and everything is changing. I hung out with my Pierce H, or Wellness buddies a lot, such as gone out for dinner, played racquetball (I think there is only one guy in Wellness who can beat me…everyone else I own…and that guy is not going to keep winning for long too.), and all sorts of stuff. I begun to know them, and then I really get to know them, in a way that I normally won’t use. Normally, I know a person by his/her personality, but as for a specific thing, idk. But for the wellness people, I know the tedious trivial information about my friend, but I can’t exactly tell their personality.
For some time, Wellness was the only group that I am close to, but as midterms approaching, the effect of ISLE program finally set in- I found a study group. My first study group is composed of two other guys, Tony and Atul, and we become very good friend as time progresses. Tony commutes from Stockton, and Atul actually went to RVHS, Yuba. We are friends, but we tend to debate over academic issues, a lot. Then I joined another group, and it was actually quite the opposite of the first group: this one I’m studying with 5 other girls, Mara, Christine, Michelle, Kathryn, and Heather…I know. Again, to make long story short, eventually the two groups tend to merge and separate due to class schedules, but as a whole we have a very impressively unproductive study group: Me, Tony, Atul, Victor (gay or bi) for males, and Mara, Christine, Michelle, Kathryn, Keeley, Ada, Cam, Alyssa, Simrin, Danielle and maybe a couple others from time to time for the girls…again, I know. At first we have to schedule every study session with where, when and what. But now, except for a few occasions, we pretty much just know when to go, where it’s at, and what to study. Out of these groups, I become good friends with most of them, except for Cam and Danielle and Simrin, but for the rest, I grew quite comfortable around them…and that’s may not be a very good thing...
High school didn’t really work out for me as being a nice guy. Don’t get me wrong, I still made good friends with some the world’s most awesome people, but as a whole I found out that being nice doesn’t really fit in cause people tend to mistaken kindness with weakness…So in college, I naturally developed a new personality. When I say naturally, I mean, I don’t know how it happened, but it did. Words come out of my mouth without going through my brain, and I’m saying what first comes to my mind, and in this case, it’s always negative. I still open doors for other people and such things that tell me that I haven’t become a jerk completely, but things changes. It’s actually not a bad thing, because at this moment, I am merging my two personalities together, and hopefully something nice will come out of them. I think out of all those study group people, I’m closest with Kathryn and Alyssa. Others I’m still fairly close to, but when there is a late night study group, it’s mostly just us three in the end. Yeah, that’s right, there is a special bond among us: the bond of procrastination.
At this moment, I’m still adjusting with the academic acceleration with the quarter system. It’s a lot of hard work and the midterms proven that I’m not yet a master at my subjects. However, I do believe in myself and I know I’ll do better.
I guess that’s all for now at this moment. Good luck to everyone.
~bows~
Stepson.