I've come to the realization that I've been in school for so long that I barely remember any of the classes I've ever taken while in school. I don' t know if that's a good thing or a bad thing. It could mean that I've learned so much that it doesn't matter what class it was in, but it could also mean that I've learned so much that I can't keep anything straight anymore.
The good thing is that I can't forget any of the teachers that I've had while I've been in school. There have been some teachers I've liked more than others, but all together, they've really helped me. They've increased my interested in some subjects (such as french and some areas of history) as well as helped teach me that there are things that I'm not particularly interested in. They've also taught me that there are specific ways that help me study. I'm not a person that can sit somewhere and listen to someone talk for over and hour and a half and hope that I'll take it in that way. I need to have some sort of visual aids to be able to get some things, and the more teachers have done that, as opposed to make me memorize facts that I constantly get mixed up, the better I feel about it.
Amidst this personal reflection of my academics of the past four years, I've come to the conclusion that I'm going to have a lot more opportunities to figure out what things I want in my life and what I don't want. And figuring out some of those things during this month gives me high hopes for the next semester.
Loves anything red. Rock music, playing the guitar, drawing, writing, tattoos, and sports are some of my interests and hobbies. I like to laugh, I like to think I'm funny. I talk a lot...just a warning.