Ah- The school year is almost at its end.
I feel so accomplished- like I've done excellent. I was really in for a rude awakening. I assumed that this would be much like home schooling; you just show up and pass. I tried that the first couple of weeks of the first semester and I fell flat on my face. My dumbass tried taking night classes, which I learned were a big no go. I tried taking 7am classes, which I learned were a big fuckthaaat. It really took me a while to take full control of myself and get to the point where I felt comfortable with school, like I used to be. Beginning track, I really thought I would have it easy at school. Pretty good on the track team should get you somewhere...right? Wrong. If anything, I was forced to work twice as hard. All my teachers disliked athletes because they felt we thought we were better than the rest of the schools population.
I've overcome procrastination. This was my main goal. It took me longer than I initially hoped for, but it happened. I think procrastination makes the difference in the quality of a students work. Don't wait until the last minute, and the work will be what it is supposed to be.
When I first started track- I sucked. I thought I was the shit, I never went to practice, and it took placing 4th of 8 in my very first race to make me realize I needed to step my game up. I'll never forget coming around that last 100 meters when my legs just died out of nowhere. How embarassing. If i didn't sprint the first 300 meters I probably would have placed last. Once I started listening to the coaches, I started placing higher and gained the reputation I wanted for myself.
I've learned that no one will do anything for you. Bribing your teachers with dates, sex, etc got me nowhere :( . I've written so many essays, done countless public speeches, projects, research papers, finals, exams, you name it. I complained for the majority of the semester. But, through all the complaining, and rigorous assignments, I finished, and I finished with a 4.0.
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
A friendly evaluation
I remember back in high school when my mother used to always tell me: "your friends are not your friends."
Where is the analysis in that statement? It is simple. The term friend is used far too freely. So allow me to elaborate on my interpretation of the word. I interpret friend as someone who is always there no matter what. Someone who is ready to stand by your side, even if you are wrong. Someone who is down for whatever. Someone who truly has your best interest at heart.
With that said ; I literally only trust a select few. Each of my friends hold an individual portion of my respect and my loyalty. A lot of you are probably wondering if you are one of them, or maybe not. I am going to get my 4-5 hours of sleep every night either way :)
The ones I consider my close friends- we've been through nearly everything. Near death experiences, (some of you, more than one), fights, bitches, hoes, tricks, you name it.
I will write this for the very last time- fake ass people (guys and girls) get written off. If you know me, then you know it is easy for me to ignore people without thinking about the shit twice. Call me the Grinch if you must. I will steal your Christmas muahah .
Just a little friendship evaluation to get you motherfuckers pondering.
God's Got It
I am a full time student
I am a dedicated athlete
I am a full time employee at a busy agency
I strive to maintain my 4.0
I give my best at everything I do
With all the things I do on a daily basis, times get hard. My days begin at 630am, and on average don't end until 8 or 9pm. I am tired. I am always tired.
A very wise friend told me once, "don't stress over the things you cannot control. Let go of the things out of your hands, God has got it."
And so I remember this quote. I take it with me everyday. Everywhere I go.
God take it. Take away all the stress, all the pain, and the hurt, all the tired, all the rage, all the fear; and make me whole.
I am a dedicated athlete
I am a full time employee at a busy agency
I strive to maintain my 4.0
I give my best at everything I do
With all the things I do on a daily basis, times get hard. My days begin at 630am, and on average don't end until 8 or 9pm. I am tired. I am always tired.
A very wise friend told me once, "don't stress over the things you cannot control. Let go of the things out of your hands, God has got it."
And so I remember this quote. I take it with me everyday. Everywhere I go.
R.I.P Patricia
Where can I start?
From my freshman year at JMHS to the end of my time there, I got to know an angel. Aside from everyone's perspectives of how life was meant to be, and what everyone thought was cool, and "in-style", you were not afraid to be yourself. I can't remember how many times you and Tyauna used to tell me "Daren, stop caring about what other people think" or "Are any of these girls paying your bills?" ...Man those were the days. All we had to worry about was going to class. That was when Mustangs on the Move and ASB was our lives. We used to hate going to those really long meetings day in and day out for our short stipend of $100.00 a month which we never seemed to get on time. Just think back; we were so young, and so mature. Role models for the entire school, and even students who didn't attend Muir we reached out to. How many times have I came to you and Desirae stressing over assignments that I needed to get done? You were too much like a big sister to me man. And I apologize for every time --everytime you ever needed me and I wasn't there. Everytime you called and I didn't answer. Everytime you just wanted to talk, but I was always too busy. Everytime I always complained about my problems, but never found the time to listen to yours. Everytime we made plans to hang out, but I was too lazy to get out the bed.
As I write this, my eyes are watering. I never got to say goodbye. I remember when you first got your new car..."Becky." We were so happy. Yes, we. Because when you got your car, it meant I never had to walk lol. And slowly but surely, as we finished our time at Muir and moved on with our lives. You, with your aspirations and dreams of getting into FIDM, and me with my hopes for law school. I remember you used to always try to sell me earrings and stuff to give to my mom for her birthday and Mother's day. She thought you were so funny and she loved you for the positive energy you always instilled upon everyone. Words can't express how many memories I have of the good times, but strangely enough, no bad times. Often, we find that with our friendships, no matter how much we love each other we always have some negative times, or times that we could have done things better. With you- I had none of those. You always kept it real, and told me the truth; no matter who was around, or whether or not I wanted to hear it. You stayed on my head about completing my assignments, and everyone elses too. And you were constantly rambling about how we have to prove society wrong because they expect us to fail. But now, I guarantee you P, I will NOT fail. Through the adversities and problems I am going to encounter in law school, I will remember you. I'll have this vision of you on the stage hugging me as I grab my diploma.
I love you Patricia. You're gone, but you will never be forgotten.
Signed,
"D-Baby"
From my freshman year at JMHS to the end of my time there, I got to know an angel. Aside from everyone's perspectives of how life was meant to be, and what everyone thought was cool, and "in-style", you were not afraid to be yourself. I can't remember how many times you and Tyauna used to tell me "Daren, stop caring about what other people think" or "Are any of these girls paying your bills?" ...Man those were the days. All we had to worry about was going to class. That was when Mustangs on the Move and ASB was our lives. We used to hate going to those really long meetings day in and day out for our short stipend of $100.00 a month which we never seemed to get on time. Just think back; we were so young, and so mature. Role models for the entire school, and even students who didn't attend Muir we reached out to. How many times have I came to you and Desirae stressing over assignments that I needed to get done? You were too much like a big sister to me man. And I apologize for every time --everytime you ever needed me and I wasn't there. Everytime you called and I didn't answer. Everytime you just wanted to talk, but I was always too busy. Everytime I always complained about my problems, but never found the time to listen to yours. Everytime we made plans to hang out, but I was too lazy to get out the bed.
As I write this, my eyes are watering. I never got to say goodbye. I remember when you first got your new car..."Becky." We were so happy. Yes, we. Because when you got your car, it meant I never had to walk lol. And slowly but surely, as we finished our time at Muir and moved on with our lives. You, with your aspirations and dreams of getting into FIDM, and me with my hopes for law school. I remember you used to always try to sell me earrings and stuff to give to my mom for her birthday and Mother's day. She thought you were so funny and she loved you for the positive energy you always instilled upon everyone. Words can't express how many memories I have of the good times, but strangely enough, no bad times. Often, we find that with our friendships, no matter how much we love each other we always have some negative times, or times that we could have done things better. With you- I had none of those. You always kept it real, and told me the truth; no matter who was around, or whether or not I wanted to hear it. You stayed on my head about completing my assignments, and everyone elses too. And you were constantly rambling about how we have to prove society wrong because they expect us to fail. But now, I guarantee you P, I will NOT fail. Through the adversities and problems I am going to encounter in law school, I will remember you. I'll have this vision of you on the stage hugging me as I grab my diploma.
I love you Patricia. You're gone, but you will never be forgotten.
Signed,
"D-Baby"
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