Next semester (speaking if I pass this semester, of course) we are switching groups. Right now, there are two groups of 50 of first year DSW students. So next semester I’ll be with some of the same people from group 2 (the one Im in atm) but also some of the people that are in group one this semester. When we were told this, some of the other classmates weren’t happy because a lot of them have built strong friendships and bonds already with each other. I on the other hand, have not.
The only friend that I’ve made at school is Caitlin and she is in the accounting program and I only know her from my children’s lit class. Sure, there’s people in my class that I talk to and work with, but not really anyone that I want to hang out with outside of class. It’s funny because I think a lot of them pity me. They feel bad because I don’t seem to have any friends and I’m as antisocial as hell. I just came to the conclusion that I suck at making new friends. I’ve had the same friends since grade 3 (Cept Martine, Andrea, Nikki and Steph who came in grade 5) and I’m fine with having just that group of friends. So I find it really uncomfortable and weird when people from my program ask me to sit beside them or come and get drunk with them on the weekend, because I seriously think they just feel bad for me, when they don’t have to. Eh. Maybe I’m just really paranoid? But I haven’t showed my real personality at like ALL to any of these people, so I don’t see why they would even want to be my friend.
So yeah, when we were told that we were switching groups, I was happy. Maybe there’s someone in the other group that I can be friends with. But when I told my mom this, she was like “Everyone is going to stay loyal to their first group that they started with, or will be separated from their friends and won’t give a shit about anyone else. Just like on survivor.”
I honestly haven’t been more proud of my mother ever in my life. It was pretty much the best comparison ever. And even though she is most likely right, there has to be someone I can relate to. I really frustrate myself a lot. Being as shy as I am is not cool nor fun, cept I can’t break out of my shell.
And you know how everyone says that you meet your life long friends in college and your soul mate?
Yeah, they are on crack.
I guess we’ll just see what happens.
Oh and a couple weeks ago in my community in a developmental society class we had an Abuse exam that we had to get at least 70% on. If we didn’t get 70% on this exam, then we would fail the course and not even get the chance to write the final exam. And um, I got 70% ON THE NOSE. Yeah, I’m pretty lucky. Even though there has to be some kind of loop hole. I don’t understand how I can get right on 70%. I also can’t understand why this course is so hard. The average on the last exam was like 42% and then this exam was like 63%. The whole course is on the history of people with disabilities and their rights and ethics. It really shouldn’t be hard material, cept it is.
I really have to start studying for my finals. I can’t fail. I can’t take the 3 hour exam that you have to if you fail. I just can’t.
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