I was once told that a college degree just shows that you can put up with corporate BS.
I had laughed it off.
Today I learned that that was true. God give me patience.
I was once told that a college degree just shows that you can put up with corporate BS.
I had laughed it off.
Today I learned that that was true. God give me patience.
Instead of doing HW, I applied for a bunch of leadership positions, including a blogging position for my school, a leadership class, and an email for volunteering for the ASUCI (basically ASB, but more legit).
AND I FEEL AMAZING.
It’s weird, because I would usually feel stressed by the HW I still have to do, but instead I feel relieved and eager for more school and getting incolved. I even went to the counselor who visits our hall every tuesday for an hour and asked her questions concerning my interest in double majoring and everything. And i did laundry. :D
I think it’s just the relief of getting all these things off my mind, and the knowledge that the homework isn’t overwhelming and not really “due”….ever. Yes, if I want an A, the homework is imperative, but not doing it isn’t such a bad thing anymore. NOT that I shouldn’t or anybody else shouldn’t. :P
I will say this for people applying for college and people already in college: It really is amazing, getting back to the dorm after one class, doing homework and everything else with everyone in the hall, and then doing whatever you want 7:00-11:00/1:00. Ahahahaha that last time depends on everyones schedules the next day, so it is not always consistent. :P
Anyhoo, I’m on a roll, and am about to do more homework :P ahahahaha I’m such a good college student.
One of my professors for my humanities class, the one in charge of my discussion, makes me want to throw something at him.
Don’t get me wrong—I like him and he seems like a really nice guy about to lead us onto a wonderful adventure of learning and discovery and shtuff. But he makes me want to yell at him and throw an adjoining table at him.
Ahahaha let me tell you the story….
So I’m in class and it’s the first day and the professor asks us some questions, to which I answer to a few. I’m in a wifebeater, chewing gum and the only one with a water on my table, probably cause there was a sign outside detailing how having food and drink in the class was a no-no. However, it was hot, I wanted to stay hydrated and my breath stank, so thus my punk “I don’t give a ____” look. Anyhoo, we were talking about the reading and the lecture from earlier, and me and this one girl kept talking. I think we talked about the same amount of time so neither of us was heard more than the other, but we were both heard more than the rest of the class.
So I let the first few times pass by with no real anger because it’s a new class and I understand that he may not remember everyone’s names. But when he starts remembering the girl’s name, and not mine, I’m ready to pick up my waterbottle and throw it at him because she would raise her hand and he would say:
and then I would raise my hand because I wanted to respond to her opinion, but he would continue to talk and I would put my hand down. Then someone else would raise their hand and he’d answer them, whilst saying,
“Okay, you, and then I think we had a question over here somewhere”
“I’M OVER HERE AND MY NAME IS ALEC YOU CREEPER! STOP PREYING ON STUDENTS!”
ahahahaha I wish. But I’m a respectful student and save those things only for Tumblr ;D
I know there are some things in this story that are my fault and may be the reason for me not getting recognition from the teacher, but…..I don’t care. Ahahahahah which is the funny thing because that last statement is the basis of our learning for most of the first quarter. AHAHAHAHAHAH So if he ever found this, he couldn’t say I didn’t learn anything. So hah. :D
And now you know how people felt when they got rejected from certain colleges and their friends got in. No. I’m not bitter at all. Ahahahah but seriously, that’s how I felt and I’m sure a bunch of others felt, and it’s funny to see you deal with it the way we dealt with our bigger disappointment :P Ahahah
There’s this Guy called Jomar in my dorm. He says the funniest stuff: “look the sprinklers are on”-me “let’s go running!”-Jomar “it’s probably recycled water” “oh hell no! I don’t want to go fuckin ninja turtle and shit!” AHAHAHHAH I LOVE HIM! he just said this too; “OH MY GOD! THATS A FAT ASS PEPSI!”—Jomar “that’s not a PEPSI….”—jaque
This moment marks the end of my summer and the beginning of my college career. The first few days here have been amazing, meeting different people, laughing at certain stuff, getting semi-involved in the hall, strengthening old relationships, going to different events and enjoying them, and also participating in the world record game of dodgeball held yesterday at our auditorium. :) very fun indeed.
However, it’s the end of irresponsibility and my childish views. I have to grow up a bit, and leave certain people and beliefs behind, because I find that getting everyone to do something just doesn’t work all the time. I have to put an end to my insecurity and yearning to please everyone, and instead reach out and either get people to participate, or only wonder at what they’re missing.
Today marks the beginning of my college courses, and subsequently the beginning of my duty to find imperitave information out before being told about it to my face, the day before that information becomes truly vital.
College is a huge responsibility but also a huge time to find oneself and finalize, if not begin, one’s beliefs and attitude to all the situations out there. It’s time to be responsible, because 8 hours from now, no one is going to come and tell me go to my first class, or what I’ll need, or when to eat or when to wash my clothes, or anything like that. Compared to the lifestlye many are used to, this is a big change, though it may seem relieving.
But it is relieving.
No more nagging, no more pressure to get straight A’s (unless you want a Masters or Doctors later), and no set schedule to adhere to, except your classes, which can be optional. It really is a lot of freedom and choice that is dumped on young adults who have been relatively hand-held for the past 17/18 years.
College really is a place of beginning and endings. And it’s up to you to decide where you’ll start, and when you’ll end.
So like everyone else in the UC system, I’ve moved in and settled into my college. AHAHAHA IT’S FREAKING…
:P I’m not used to…stuff. ahahaha
I wouldn’t say I feel lonely…or lost…or homesick…but I guess it’s the fact that I’m in a new situation and with lots of people I don’t know that I feel overwhelmed by it all. :P AHAHAHAH :P my roommate is cool, I’ve met people I like, but since everyone is testing the waters out, it’s kind of awkward. ahahaha :P like….they all like to talk to me… but then they say “let’s hang out with this one high school friend”, and don’t invite me. meaning…..either
they don’t like me OR they don’t know me well enough and feel insecure. Oh well. once everyone gets used to everyone, they’ll start talking. :D
I WANT TO BE A LEADER ALREADY! it’s bad cause I have to naturally be a lower echleon at the start, but I already find myself taking the leader position, which is good, but I WANT MORE!!!!!! >:O gahhhh!!! AHAHAAH!!!!
ahahaha nothing really exciting or funny has really happened so far, so I think I’ll end it here. :P BLAH!
Today started out nice: I went to the gym and despite being bored out of my mind, ran on the treadmill for an hour. On my way out things got depressing, cause there was a police car outside with an elderly gentleman standing by the trunk with the officer. I overheard some of the staff conversing: “ohmygosh! How horrible! I can’t believe his car got stolen” “yea! It would ruin my—” At this point I was outside so I couldn’t tell if the employee was going to say “day”, though if she did, I feel sorry for the organ that empathizes for her. It must be very malnourished because getting your car jacked when you’re over 60(ish) would ruin not just my day, but probably my WEEK, and several following. I then proceeded to go home and wash up because Natalie and I had lunch plans. Of course, with my luck, every time I go somewhere with a friend, SOMETHING goes wrong; being sick, showing up horribly late cough cough, being too tired to do anything, etc. This time it was a lost wallet and all things that are associated with said item. Still, I was already set on Johnny rockets, so I insisted to Natalie that I pay and we went anyways. Fast forward a few hours when I’m at dinner with my sister and dad at TGIF. My idiot sister decided to take beeken this year, which, in my opinion, was a horrible decision. So she’s at the table, “studying” (or attempting to), and bitterly telling my dad and I that we’re too loud, from which she proceeded to plug head phones into her ears and listen to music. Or try to. I HAD to roll my eyes at this because 1.TGIF is loud WITHOUT my dad and I trying to make conversation. 2.we weren’t even talking because my dad couldn’t really think of anything substantial, and neither could I 3. She was trying to “CONCENTRATE” by adding more of the troublesome noise to her eardrums and singing along to it. -__- really? You’re not helping yourself, really you’re not. THEN she started to CRY. I sympathized with her a little, cause I remember those hormone-ridden years where everything and one was against me and nobody could understand my impossible plight and nobody was trying to help me and wah wah wah. Geez we were pathetic. Anyhoo, I was on my good side today because instead of saying “wow, I didn’t know you could study with tears in your eyes”, I thought it and tweeted it :D such a good older brother. Right?
We go back home and I pop in Pocahontas because I found it at target yesterday and it needed watching. The movie made me somewhat depressed because, like any Shakespeare, the characters are thrust on a path that they cannot control and which the audience can predict with wincing precision. I wanted to go back in time and erase all the stupidity that the white people did and say sorry to the native Americans :P ahahah so silly. The art in Pocahontas really got me riled up to draw again, because it is beautifully fluid and colorful and makes me want to draw something similar, though I can’t draw like that. :/ Anyhoo, at the end of the movie I get a call from mr.edward sun. I ignore it because there’s 2 minutes left and he can wait. I call him back and we talk about numerous things, and then he gets to the main question: “what’s your suite?” He actually restates his question to “what floor are you on?” “the first one” I tell him to answer the other question because I texted him the same question and he never answered. He relinquished and told me the dreaded numbers: “102” GAH!!!!!!! must I always be stuck with him!? (if you didn’t get it, I’m 102b, and he’s 102_, so I don’t know if he’s next door or what, but he’s definitely less that 30 feet away.) don’t take me wrong, I have nothing against him (anymore) but it’s still maddening! :P
Quick backstory: Met him in freshman year in waterpolo and summer school and he quickly became friends with me. I transferred to his hang out spot because I really didn’t have one and I needed friends at school (edgewood and hollencrest outnumbered San jose 1000:1). We then proceeded to enter swimming together, learned we were both boy scouts, learned he lived a block away from my house, got our eagle scout relatively close, marched in the rose parade together, got the idea to start an aquatics club at the same time, going to UCI together, and now in the same Suite. I basically took on his friends because I had none of my own, but I was okay with that in high school, because of the earlier ratio; Edgewood and hollencrest would initially know more people than I would, and I’d have to enter SOME circle of friends.
HOWEVER. the problem with this is that edward went to summer school at UCI and has therefore had time to get to know a variety of people. I will be like 90% of the freshman and not know anybody when I get to the college. That 10%, on the other hand, knows each other, one of which is edward. In high school I was fine becoming friends with his friends because there was no way I could create my own circle without disturbing others. In college it is different since nobody has real ties to anybody, so I am free to create my own group without relying on someone else. My fear is that my proximity will cause him to invite me to be with his friends (who are all very nice I’m sure) where I will become integrated with them, which is something I do not want.
Ahahahah idk though. My fears may be a little unwarranted, but that’s how they are :P my sister still cracks me up though.
As the title suggests, today I went and took a family photo with the Asian side of my family. Needless to say, I felt like I stood out, both to the public and to my family. Why, you ask? Well obviously cause I’m the only white looking guy in the group, and not so obviously, because all the men were wearing white dress shirts! D: and to add to the humility, we were in the middle of a train station in San Juan capastrano, so we were getting QUITE a few looks -__- trust, it only gets better.
So my family, minus my mom cause she was somewhere else and was going to meet us there, arrived at around 5:30, the scheduled time. After about 5 minutes waiting there, we see a horde of white and “jade” colors (cause according to my Popo, “jade is the only thing Asians look good in”) coming towards us. I groan and get ready for the onslaught of embarrassment once all the onlookers realize we’re a family. However, that doesn’t compare to the “gun to the forehead” feeling when my dad exclaims jubilantly and in obvious mocking tones, “oh, you guys are on time!” “REALLY?!” I think, “we’ve only been waiting 5 minutes and you want to tell them they’re not on TIME?! GOD! sometimes you’re SO!…..GOD!” I try to whisper to him to knock it off (this is a common occurrence with him. For SOME reason he must show some type of superiority to this side of the family. I have no clue why, but my mom and us two siblings have made a pact to kick him under the table when he gets this way. This time however, to my utter dismay, there was no table to conceal my kick to reign him in --), but cannot seem to reach his ears, which are probably already filled with what he’s going to say to the family next. as I ready my aim to knock my head on the masonry by me, my brain formulates a new tactic to stop me from hearing his embarrassing remarks: Walk away quickly and far away and call someone. As I take out my phone I hear one last snippet before I punch the numbers into my touch screen. Yes. PUNCH. “what’s that bandage for?”—some uncle “oh. I had skin cancer”—dad with some weird type of pride in his voice. UGH. I roll my eyes as I dial my chosen savior: That savior was my mom. I talk to her and BEG her to come quickly, and she brings me glad tidings: she’s turning off the freeway now. :D oh joy of joys! My savior! My angel! The chosen one to knock some sense into my cantering father! :D drive drive DRIVE! :D soon I see her car and hang up, but the moment I do, one of my uncles comes over. And there’s something about this uncle that my immediate family suspects…let’s just say he’s not an arrow, but a bow. Anyhoo, the convo goes along these lines: “so you moving in soon?” “yea” “where? In mesa?” “yea, a hall called palo” “oh!…okay. Yea I know some people who went there. Yea….” Blah blah blah “so if you ever need anything, you can just call us, I’ll cook you some steak and mashed potatoes, I’ll give you a key so you can just go to our house and do whatever you need to do, if you wanna come to our house instead of your house one weekend, feel free to…” “uh…..okay. Thanks :)” Smile and nod. Smile and nod. Always works. Not saying he IS—heck, could’ve been real nice hospitality—but there’s something not exactly arrow-ish about him…if you know what I mean. ;P So then I run to my mother and we start to talk, and thankfully the earlier crisis is over. Some more aunts and uncles talk with me, and we’re all waiting for this photographer my one aunt hired to find a spot, and since my dad is a PROFESSIONAL PHOTOGRAPHER, he’s criticizing EVERY MOVE THE GUY MAKES. -- and then he tries to tell the guy what to do, and where to take the picture. Leave him alone and let him do his job! He’s OBVIOUSLY trying to tell you to back off, and not very politely I might add in my fathers weak defense, so just sit back and fume about him to US instead of making a scene! D: now try to picture a bunch of color coordinated Asians (and some whites) following a clueless and agitated photographer, who’s losing precious light cause he got there late, and a bunch of onlookers STARING, as they wait for their train. D: THE AGONY!!! We FINALLY find a spot and the guy tells us to group into our families, and starts to place the families, with us—the family with the difficult, argumentative and albeit-somewhat-correct white guy—last -__- that selection TOTALLY didn’t go unnoticed. So I’m kneeling, and the guy comes up to fix someone behind me, AND HIS CROTCH IS DIRECTLY IN MY FACE. Uh…here? Right now? In public? Ahahahah I felt so awkward! The only way to relieve my predicament was to turn my head away, but it was still painful to see that area of his pants in my peripheral vision. :/ We took the picture, moved, took another picture, moved AGAIN, took separate family pictures, then kid pictures. During all this, I was texting good ol’ Jelyn, complaining an bewailing my torture upon her, but Also talking about other things (KHR, KH, Photoshop, etc.) to alleviate my symptoms of madness O.o When we were taking the kid pictures, it was “eldest first”, which meant moi. The guy told me “okay, look ‘tough guy’. You think you can do that for me?” Yea I can do it for you, I thought, as I punched him in the face. Ahahahahah yea right. :P though my smile during that picture was all inspired by that beautiful stress-relieving image. Our last (and most dangerous group picture) was BY THE TRAIN TRACKS, with the train due in 1 MINUTE! REALLY?! I know some people take on new dangers for things they really want, but a FAMILY PHOTO?! so my sheep-like obedient family followed the guys orders and we all crossed the train tracks and hurriedly took a few smiley nice pictures. THEN he told us to do something…”fun! :D” No….not fun at all. “okay, I want you to try something fun and different, and when I tell you, raise your fists in the air and yell! Ready? 1, 2, 3!” “YAHHH!!!!” now EVERYONE in the immediate vicinity was looking at us. Some bemused, while others confused and weirded out. Honestly, I don’t know which one was worse. But I had gotten used to the stares and imagined myself as a god they were all worshipping, so it was fine. My family was the worst though: “wow! That one must have been good!” “yea! It’s the only one we’ll buy!” “ahahaha!!” Chatter chatter chatter. Heheheheh..little do they know that I had the “WTF is this?” look on my face while doing it, so they’ll never want to buy it…. Hehehehe…. The rest of the evening was nicely spent at a restaurant (not a cheap buffet! GASP!) and I was pleased. :)
So….yea. That’s what I did today. I forgot to mention a few things like the photographer snapping 20 pics in one second, surely meaning there was only 1 good picture in that bunch, since it’s the first rule of thumb to take just a few good pics instead of 100 bad ones and hope for one good one, and it also means he’s gonna Photoshop -__-. and how one of my cousins was eerily trying to fist bump me, and I was so weirded out by it, mainly because none of my cousins really tried to communicate with me, since I’m the oldest by a great margin. BUT it’s good to see him hanging out with the youngest too :) And I’m sure this would’ve gone better if I had just cooperated at some times, and maybe I took some things TOO over the top, but I feel justified in saying that the day was suicidal. ahahahahaha!!! So yea. That’s every family gathering in a nutshell. :D
…Has been amazing
…Has gone by too fast
…Couldn’t have gone by any slower
…Was really exciting
…Was filled with people and stuff to do (sexual puns intended)
…Made me want to scream sometimes
…Made me laugh for 10 minutes straight almost every day
…I met many people and liked them all :D
…I got lots of stuff I wanted
…I didn’t always get what I wanted
…I did work
…I was a couch/swirly chair potato
…Was a good step towards whatever awaits me
…Made me want to cry—BUT ONLY ONCE!
…Was obviously filled with too much for me to tumblr it all, so that’s why I’m doing this cliffnotes version. :D