Saturday, November 13, 2010
Guess What!?
Guess What? Dennis convinced me to take History of the Modern World instead of Communication 1A.
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
Take or Not Take: Communication 1A
The classes for the next semester are now available, I am not sure if I should take Communication 1A or not. I mean, it is a great class to improve my communication, regarding my teacher and another guy I met last semester.
Improve my communication… it is all that I need! Last class, my teacher from Design class was talking about courses related to design, and how we get there. During the class, she explained how long is the path that I still have to go to become an architect in this country. She also said something that made me think a lot. I need to learn how to defend my projects. There will be people in my way who won’t agree with me. I need to defend my self.
This is exactly what I need! I am so shy that I start sweating just if I think about the possibility of talking in public. She said that Communication 1A would be great for people like me. But there is a problem: I don’t need communication 1A in my curriculum to finish college, and I feel so late (understand late as old) that I want to finish this as soon as possible.
What should I do?
I think that I know already. I am learning for life, and Communication 1A would be great.
…But, at the same time, I see myself finishing the university in my late thirties and
I hate it. What is the big problem with that? Am I afraid to be the oldest guy in class, and feel humiliated, dumb, and old, surrounded by youngest? Yes.
Ok, while I am writing this, I feel that I am already convinced that I want and I have to take Communication 1A. It felt so stupid to write this….
It will improve my Communication for life, not only for college. It will help me to fight against my fear of talking in public, of expressing myself and my feelings to the world.
I will take Communication 1A.
Improve my communication… it is all that I need! Last class, my teacher from Design class was talking about courses related to design, and how we get there. During the class, she explained how long is the path that I still have to go to become an architect in this country. She also said something that made me think a lot. I need to learn how to defend my projects. There will be people in my way who won’t agree with me. I need to defend my self.
This is exactly what I need! I am so shy that I start sweating just if I think about the possibility of talking in public. She said that Communication 1A would be great for people like me. But there is a problem: I don’t need communication 1A in my curriculum to finish college, and I feel so late (understand late as old) that I want to finish this as soon as possible.
What should I do?
I think that I know already. I am learning for life, and Communication 1A would be great.
…But, at the same time, I see myself finishing the university in my late thirties and
I hate it. What is the big problem with that? Am I afraid to be the oldest guy in class, and feel humiliated, dumb, and old, surrounded by youngest? Yes.
Ok, while I am writing this, I feel that I am already convinced that I want and I have to take Communication 1A. It felt so stupid to write this….
It will improve my Communication for life, not only for college. It will help me to fight against my fear of talking in public, of expressing myself and my feelings to the world.
I will take Communication 1A.
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
Halloween 2010
Last Saturday I want to a Halloween party at Liz’s house, a Brazilian friend that we have here in California. She lives in a big house in Oakland Hills. I was convicted that I would drink a lot and party hard, giving me a break from my busy routine of studying and working. Dennis stayed at home because he is never on the mood of partying hard and also because he had a bad trout. I totally understand that.
I decided to invite Brandon, my new friend, because I didn’t see him for a while. We both arrived at Liz’s house with Brandon’s boyfriend, Allan, who didn’t stay long because he had to work earlier in the next day.
The party was great! I had a chance to see many people that I didn’t see for a long time. I met Deia’s boyfriend (really cute by the way) and Deia and I talked a lot, as good friends we are.
Because this party supposes to be a break from my routine, I drank a lot. Not as I use to drink during the past weekends, but a lot more. I got so drunk that I lost track of time. I party, I dance, I talked, and I laugh. Yeah… I laugh a lot. I felt really good, surrounding by nice people and doing something I that I didn’t do for a long time.
When I realized, it was around 5am already, and I had no idea what time I arrived at home.
Amanda called a taxi and we (Amanda, Brandon, and me) went home totally satisfied. I slept inside of the taxi and the taxi driver actually had to wake me up! I was wasted.
The next day, I woke up at 12:30pm and stayed in bed until 6pm. I watched a movie, posted the photos from the party on Facebook, and watched almost a whole season of American Dad on Netflix.
At six o’clock, I moved my dead body from the bed to the sofa, and stayed there the rest of the day. Dennis and I had a few lazy hours together getting out of the sofa only to give candy to the kids who knocked our door, and grabbing something to drink on the way back to the sofa. I used this time to show Dennis the photos from the party and watch more American Dad. Am I addictive?
When Dennis decided to go to the bed, I decided to stay and finish the current episode, but I ended up sleeping in the sofa by myself, and woke up at 11pm to go to the bed.
My percent of productivity on Sunday was negative 25% because I am pretty sure that American Dad ate a piece of my brain after too much episodes.
That’s why I can’t go out so often anymore; I am becoming old!!! I usually party a lot in the past, but now with my routine (and this age: 28… I know… in a body of 25 and a mind of 30) I can’t party hard every weekend anymore.
Today I called Amanda to make sure I remember everything I did. No hazardous, no damage. It was a perfect Halloween. It was exactly what I needed.
I decided to invite Brandon, my new friend, because I didn’t see him for a while. We both arrived at Liz’s house with Brandon’s boyfriend, Allan, who didn’t stay long because he had to work earlier in the next day.
The party was great! I had a chance to see many people that I didn’t see for a long time. I met Deia’s boyfriend (really cute by the way) and Deia and I talked a lot, as good friends we are.
Because this party supposes to be a break from my routine, I drank a lot. Not as I use to drink during the past weekends, but a lot more. I got so drunk that I lost track of time. I party, I dance, I talked, and I laugh. Yeah… I laugh a lot. I felt really good, surrounding by nice people and doing something I that I didn’t do for a long time.
When I realized, it was around 5am already, and I had no idea what time I arrived at home.
Amanda called a taxi and we (Amanda, Brandon, and me) went home totally satisfied. I slept inside of the taxi and the taxi driver actually had to wake me up! I was wasted.
The next day, I woke up at 12:30pm and stayed in bed until 6pm. I watched a movie, posted the photos from the party on Facebook, and watched almost a whole season of American Dad on Netflix.
At six o’clock, I moved my dead body from the bed to the sofa, and stayed there the rest of the day. Dennis and I had a few lazy hours together getting out of the sofa only to give candy to the kids who knocked our door, and grabbing something to drink on the way back to the sofa. I used this time to show Dennis the photos from the party and watch more American Dad. Am I addictive?
When Dennis decided to go to the bed, I decided to stay and finish the current episode, but I ended up sleeping in the sofa by myself, and woke up at 11pm to go to the bed.
My percent of productivity on Sunday was negative 25% because I am pretty sure that American Dad ate a piece of my brain after too much episodes.
That’s why I can’t go out so often anymore; I am becoming old!!! I usually party a lot in the past, but now with my routine (and this age: 28… I know… in a body of 25 and a mind of 30) I can’t party hard every weekend anymore.
Today I called Amanda to make sure I remember everything I did. No hazardous, no damage. It was a perfect Halloween. It was exactly what I needed.
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