The first year I went to college, was, in short, hellish.

It was the first time I had gone to "real" school, first time I had a "real" job, my parents were getting divorced, I was taking care of home, I was engaged to an ASSHOLE and generally frazzled.

I would get up at frickin' five thirty in the morning to a job I hated and get off at two in the afternoon or later. Come home, clean the house and fix dinner. Go to school until a ungodly hour (I was falling asleep at this point) and then I would study and write papers until the wee hours of the morning.

I would reguarly doze off at the wheel.

I hated my major and got terrible grades, hence, now that I am trying to get into a decent college with a completely unrelated major, and things weren't looking to bright. But, I believe I have a chance at getting into Regent which is a decent college, in DC no less.

I am very happy.

And this was a very boring post.



But please be happy for me anyway.