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It would’ve been better if I didn’t know what the Sun God Festival was. This last week has just been overall, I don’t know, lame.
Break so far feels like that post-rave withdrawal when the only thing you can think of is wanting to go back, and in this case, go back to college.
I feel like I’m going into a whiney rant again, though. I mean, I don’t seem to be used to being expected to be at home at a certain time or having that “background check” of your friends. That used to be the norm pre-college. I put up with it and came home at midnight like the goody two-shoes Cupertino made me be.
I’m very, very sure that parents are sometimes like that, but never as frequent as mine.
At the same time, I am told to drop the “I’m 19-20 years old” bomb on them, but I can’t find the balls to do it since tuition and what not. Fuck.
Are other peoples’ parents like that? Like, if I stay out past 1am, they’d report me as missing or something. Or get angry for not being at home at 6 because I’m going out with my friends.
Kinda want to go to Santa Barbara next week to chill but they’re probably going to threaten to call the cops on me. They did it last time during spring break and I kinda want to call their bluff this time and see how it unfolds.
Beautiful photo of sky cranes at WTC site, by BLDGBLOG’s Geoff Manaugh.
So I was studying Chinese propaganda posters for my history final, and I thought that I should visit /r/MURICA to switch things up a bit. After a good ten minutes of indiscriminate upvoting, I was reminded of the night of April 19, when they caught the bomber.
With freedom coursing through our veins, my friend (int’l student on a visa) and I took it to the streets and joined our fellow patriots on Brookline Avenue thanking BPD officers returning from Watertown. We were able to find more people by listening intently to our surroundings, following the direction of which we heard the Star Spangled Banner.
Later that night, we started singing again. Someone next to me said, “We already sang this a million times tonight!” I replied, “That’s not enough!”
She joined in.
Oh, good memories. I lost my voice the next day. Who said that crying wasn’t allowed in the library? Anyone who wouldn’t cry is a damn commie!
out of curiosity, how did u manage to convince ur parents to let u change majors? u were a cs major right?
Hahaha, hehe this is actually a funny story. I was NEVER a CS major!
I did, however, take a few CS courses as a “trade” to SIR+deposit for BU back in August, agreeing to try to get a minor. Which became my CAS concentration, and finally became me completely dropping it because it was the only class I wasn’t doing well in. I broke the news over spring break in the car while coming back from the airport, but after being delayed for 5+ hours on my flight home, my mom and I were too tired to even talk about it, so we’re like ah forget about it lulz
She now fully supports my choice to be an advertising major or so I think *knocks on wood*. I think it’s a combination of my current internship, plans to take summer courses to get ahead, and my goal to graduate early that changed her mind, not the old begging and convincing. 👍
Hope this answers your question!
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