Entry Number Two

There’s something about this site.
I’m not certain what exactly it is.

But it’s certainly special.

Somehow, I always find myself returning here. It could be months, sometimes years. But always, this site pops back into my head after a long hiatus and something in my head tells me to write a blog.

And I love it too. This place has a unique aura about it. Just looking at my blog history tells a story; a story about one man’s journey in life. Every now and then when something big happens, I feel the urge to come here and document it,as if this place was my digital diary. In truth, it really is.

Not only for myself, but I’m sure others here, upon looking back at past blogs, can start to see a story unwind with some blogs being about ups and others, downs. It may not be complete with all the fine details, but it’s a good rough look at how life works in that person’s eyes.

For example, I just looked at my first blog posted here. It was posted back in 2010, the year of which I entered high school. Since then, I’ve graduated from high school and even finished first year uni. I can spot how I’ve changed by simply reading my past blogs on this site. My thinking process and even writing style has changed over time. It’s truly amazing what this place holds.

It’s a shame that blogs here come so few and far in between nowadays. As I mentioned, this place is often forgotten by many. But there’s a special place in my heart for this site, and I figure the same goes for most people here. Maybe that’s why I keep coming back. Same for others too. I sincerely hope this place stands until the day the Internet dies.

Well, here I am. Again. Back from a long break. I haven’t done any sort of writing in a long time, so take this into consideration when you spot a grammatical mistake. (Luckily, spelling mistakes shouldn’t be much of a problem due to spell check)

I have another chapter to write in this diary of mine. And boy, is it a long chapter.
It also happens to be the most interesting chapter in my life so far. At least, most enjoyable.
I believe my last blog was written before entering university. Well, now my first year is already done.
And…

Holy shit, did first year ever go by quickly.

I remember be kinda of scared going into first year. Uncertainty is scary for a lot of people. I was uncertain about how life was going to pan out. I wasn’t ready yet to start this new chapter of life.
Unfortunately, life doesn’t wait for you to get ready.

And just like that, I was thrown into first year uni life.

Everyone’s uni expectation is different. I thought it’d be a chill place with a decent amount of studying and work.
My expectations weren’t too far off. In my case, it was a very chill experience.

VERY chill.
…and not much work.

It’s not to say there wasn’t any work to do. I just wasn’t a very good student.
It started off pretty well. I went to most classes, or at least attempted to.

But as most uni students know, it becomes harder and harder to focus on work.
My class attendance rate started dropping, from around 70% to about 50% around the midterms.
Some classes I never went to. Why did I need to go to calculus class and learn about limits and derivatives if I had covered it all in highschool? All I needed to do was spend a day reviewing the things I already knew, then I would be good.

That day happened to be the morning before my calculus midterm.
I didn’t pass that midterm.
Other midterms were okay. But this one was not.

I freaked out at first. “I need to step up my game and start going to class and doing homework and etc, etc…”
It never really got any better. I told myself one thing, but did another.

I guess it kind of hurted to have a roommate with just as bad working habit as myself. At first, we would game until maybe 3-4 am before sleeping. That got worse over time as 3-4 slowly became 5-6 and then 7-8. I would have breakfast, and then go to bed, naturally skipping all my classes. Then, I would wake up between 2-5 pm and repeat the cycle.

If you happen to be starting first year this coming September, I BEG you not to follow what I did. I even bolded it for emphasis.

It never got better. I MARGINALLY (seriously boderline) passed my finals and made it into my second semester courses. I can’t say that all my friends were as lucky.
This trend continued into second semester.

And now I have pretty poor grade (mid 60’s) and terrible amounts of shame that I couldn’t get into my next level algebra course.

I’ve got a lot of fixing to do this summer.

And to top it all off, I still don’t really know what I want to do in the future. I was really hoping first year would solidify that, but it didn’t. It helped, though, to open my eyes a bit. I’m looking at computer science with new found interest, now that I took a first year course in it.

Although I realize some people would be anxious not to know what they want to do in the future so far into their education, I believe that there’s still wiggle room to decide, no matter what stage of university you’re in so long as you finally figure out something. That’s what university is for, after all.

So my marks aren’t that great, sure. And I still don’t know what I want to do in my future.
But looking past all that bad stuff, I can really say that I enjoyed first year.
There were a lot of geat times and great experiences with some great people.
Yeah, my sleeping and gaming habits were terrible. But it’s lead to many fun times and enjoyable moments that defines first year uni.It’s something that I can definitely look back and enjoy, without too much regret.

Okay, maybe some regret in my marks.

But to top off the whole experience, I finally found someone special.
It kind of just happened. And it made my whole uni experience even better.
Not to mention, it’ll make my life, in general, probably better.
It’s changed me quite a bit. I’m definitely a lot happier. I makes me feel special.

I was originally, at the time when it all started, going to write a whole blog about it. But that time has long passed and it’s been half a year that we’ve been together. It really sped up the uni experience.
Maybe I’ll flesh out a full blog on the experience some other day. I think It deserves a bit more than two paragraphs. Then again, it might be too embarrassing to blog the whole thing out. So I might write it anonymously or something, I don’t know. But it definitely deserves a write up.

I don’t know how long it’ll last. Hopefully it’ll never end. She might be my first, but I wouldn’t mind if we was my last either. But nothing is certain in relationships, I guess. There’s always a chance.

But I can tell you that for certain, if something happens, I’ll probably make another entry in this digital diary of mine.Though, the next entry might not come for months, if not years.

But it’ll happen. I’ll come back here eventually, as I always do. I guarantee it.
Just don’t pull a MMOtales on me.

Until next time,
Cheers.
~WiLL.