I sincerely hope this image doesn't define my college career.
Well, 4 years have gone by and I seem to be no where close to graduating. I only got accepted into the Computer Science and Engineering Department here at USF last fall, and I probably have at least 3 more semesters to go before I will consider myself even "close" to graduating. It's been a disappointing semester, once again. Dropped a class, looking at C's in 2 of the 4 I'm still enrolled in. I'm actually sitting here staring at a feedback form I'm suppose to submit for my "Cyber Ethics" class. A class with way too many papers and not enough original content to keep my interest.
Man I don't want to do this form...
Other than school, life is pretty good. I'm not struggling with finances anymore since I got my loan money in. Looks like I'm going SCUBA diving this weekend with my dad, followed by my Ireland trip the week after. Can't wait to get away for a while, let alone go over seas. I haven't been on a real vacation in some time.
I am officially quitting the consumption of alcohol and other bad-for-you things. Need to clear my mind, and my sinuses.
God I can't wait to graduate.
About a year ago I had a Composition 2 teacher tell me I was a good writer, and that I should find time in my schedule to take more writing classes. I'm a Computer Engineering major. There's no time in my school schedule to take some b.s. writing class where the teacher tells us what to write about, and where my grade is left up to one individual. I've always found writing classes extremely subjective, and have found resentment for them ever since 8th grade.
So that leads me to why I am writing here, now. No grades, no deadlines, just me typing out my thoughts one sentence at a time.
In order to limit the subjectivity of people who might one day view this p.o.s. blog, I will refrain from giving out my name, where I live, etc. It will be interesting to see how (if anyone) people will view me based purely on writing. I know it happens all the time in the real world, but not to me.
I look forward to writing here. I will write about my dreams, school, work, love, hate, aspirations, and anything else I can't tell anyone for fear of being utterly let down by their lack-luster response. There is no need to curb a statement or discussion in a blog because there is no one I know here. No one on the receiving end of my own meandering thoughts. No need for a mask.
Well that's it for today. I don't feel like diving into the privacy options of this sucker yet, so will therefore not be expanding on the personal details and current events taking place in my life.
It looks like Boots wants out. What a fatty.
