To whomever is reading this, my name is Courtney, I am 21 years of age, a junior in college, African-American, and a college student that has once again changed her mind on what she wants to study.
I am now, and permanently, will be an English major with a double minor in secondary education and Spanish.
What I wanted to do all along. But my thirst to learn has taken me partially down many different educational paths.
But I have finally re-focused.
I lose focus quite a bit actually, in fact I hand wrote this blog during my Western Lit. class.
Wait, so would that make it a blog still, or a random though I scribbled down. My professor's lecture bores me. Well it doesn't bore me, I find the Odyssey quite interesting but the way he lectures makes this class well... BORING!
I just felt like writing, didn't know what about so I just pulled out my Spanish notebook and let this BIC pen flow.
There are people outside walking and talking, ooh and she can't walk in them shoes. Maybe her feet hurt. Been there, and ugh felt that *mentally rubs own feet*.
The cutie behind m is bothering me with his tapping. I wish he would stop. I'ma give him the "stop that look."
*gives the look*
He taps more than he was before. Why do guys
*turns the notebook over*
do that? After you tell them to stop they continue on in a more annoying way then stop/.
My professor just called on a girl and she didn't respond. But she's here in class, he just doesn't know her face or which of the 26 girls in here she is. She didn't do her homework apparently.
The class giggles at her for being stupid and not doing the oral assignment and his slowness for not knowing all of us this far into the school year.
No he's not blind. But he's lecturing right and without missing a beat tells the same girl... "Uh miss, I can't remember your name but please put your cell phone away."
WWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Really though, really?
Okay back to Courtney, but admit it, that's some serious malarchy.
I'm starving, haven't eaten since 7 a.m. and it's not 1:34. But for good reason though. I went to the career fair.
Ooh this handwriting is messy today. Smh at myself, I know I have great penmanship.
I never really knew what I wanted out of life when people would ask me what I wanted. But when I think about it on my own time, I do know. For the most part.
I'm going to make a goal board.
Gosh I'm hungry. The cafe is right across the street from but I'm going to C-Store it up.
Who am I? I'm asking you because I don't know. I know bits and pieces of me but not all of me. There are parts of my mind, body, heart, and soul that I have tapped into but haven't gotten to know yet.
Whoa this just got heavy for a second. Let me lighten the load.
I wish I had someone to cuddle with. I hate sleeping alone.
*turns to a fresh new page in the Spanish notebook*
The weather is nice today. Class is over so I need to stop writing , but my pen keeps moving.
I have a Spanish midterm @ 2 so I gotta break but I will continue letting my Bic right immediately after.
Maybe I'll finish it in Spanish... Think Pink.
It is now 9:17 and it's easy to see that after that Spanish midterm I did no writing at all.
My day really picked up after that midterm. I had a Spanish club meeting
#np- the truth- India Arie... i truly love this song, I love everything by her honestly.
then I had a yearbook training session, and dinner, and now here I am.
All of these extracurricular activities. I still can't believe I hold to presidential seats in organizations on this campus.
This may be a bit much. NO I'M NOT GOING TO THINK THAT WAY. I CAN DO THIS. AND THE TAKEOVER CONTINUES.