Welcome back dear readers.
Now if you remember my promise of the previous post- where I was determined to take economics and was fighting a battle. Well victory is mine. I would not accept no as an answer.
I feel as though this has changed me into a stronger person, oh god how chessey does this sound. Please bear with me. Somehow now, I realize that I can do what I want when I want and there is very little that can stand in my way.
Perhaps some confessions:
As per my predicament re the gay groups on campus, I think I discovered the problem. (Oh! How brilliant! The Ogre thinks he has solved the problem- oh this is rich!) I was afraid of these homos, because they lived the life that I so desperately wanted to live. But now however, I could care less what they think. Let them talk about me. Let them laugh behind my back- for you see, dear little ones, they will never understand me! Nor shall they ever have me. You see, I do not want to live the life they lead (hark! Hear I a contradiction, Ogre?) Nie! For I was misguided- I do not want to live a life of a stereotype, but rather the one of an individual!
This incident of taking things into my own hands has shown how much I can accomplish. And I feel good about myself.
I walk with my head high and a have an air of audacity and self-confidence that few people have at this school. I feel now as though I have the upper hand.
Why should I care what so-and-so is doing? thinking? I could care less!
I have also come to a discovery. I hate parties. Perhaps that is too broad. But frat parties are just not my scene. I always have a bad attitude- very pessimistic. And all my expectations of horribleness, are usually met. The parties that I do like are ones with my family and people I like. Not a bunch of vagabonds.
Another bit of information that I have been thinking about is manners. I hate to stereotype but I truly think the North is much ruder than the South. For example, I always open doors for women and let them enter first. Its just natural. But people here don't, and I think its very rude. Also, people are not very nice to the (oh dear, dare I say) lower class workers- janitors, lunch ladies et. al. They never say "I would like... please" They just say "Give me ..." I find this horribly rude and inconsiderate. The same goes with thank you. I mean these people have pretty boring jobs, at least be nice to them. It is my first rule- whether I am the happiest person in the world or the most cynically I always ask "how there day has been" "please" "thank you" and "have a nice day". Does it really take that much effort just to be nice? NO! Just a little bit of extra movement of the vocal chords and wow!- you've made someone's day a little better. You showed that they do exist- not just a means to mashed potatoes!
Sorry for the rant(s) but I needed to get them off of my mind.