I talk with myself sometimes.
I talk with myself sometimes, in my mind though, but sometimes I make facial expressions. I wonder if anybody has noticed. When you talk with yourself, you feel self-conscious, especially when you don't realize you're doing it until moments later.
In college orientation, we had to write a kind of grad-to-be profile.
Name: my intials in the Greek alphabet
Academic goals: maintain a perfect GPA (4); win Valedictorian (I think Anna overheard me saying this, and today Nicolle said it straight out, I wonder what she thinks about that)
Professional goals: engineering degree in something-to-be-decided
Personal goals: study in Canada (UBC); go to Panama in 2019; go to Tokyo in 2020 (for the Olympic games)
That was it.
And in orientacion profesional, we had to plan out a whole week three months after graduation, like September. So, I wrote that I'd be going to my university classes, training with the Triathlon club, hanging out with new people, making friends, taking time for myself and reading good books.
I hate crowds. I think I'm claustrophobic. On Saturday, Esther and I went to a youth day walk along with the CR youth group. I just thought about how I do not like crowded places.
I'm not a people person.
Today, I asked Ms. Sarah if we could discuss scholarships and she, or at least I felt like she scolded me, saying how we don't "discuss" scholarships. We discuss what my wants are. Blah, blah, blah. Kind of makes me not want her help anymore.
I told Mr. Nuñez my mom was his teacher. Who knows what effect that will have. He kept brushing his arm with mine, and I doubt he did it on purpose, but it was weird.
Mrs. Hyde said she'd help me with the costume for the Independence day parade. Good for her.
I told this little girl, well she isn't really a little girl, she's in eigth grade now, and we're friends, kinda, whose name I can't remember right now, Arleny!, that's her name. Anyway, I told her how when I went to univeristy, I'd have a complete makeover. Perfect teeth, perfect skin, new wardrobe, new stuff, new hairstyle. I like to think that I'll actually do this.
Bye me. Write to you next Monday.
In college orientation, we had to write a kind of grad-to-be profile.
Name: my intials in the Greek alphabet
Academic goals: maintain a perfect GPA (4); win Valedictorian (I think Anna overheard me saying this, and today Nicolle said it straight out, I wonder what she thinks about that)
Professional goals: engineering degree in something-to-be-decided
Personal goals: study in Canada (UBC); go to Panama in 2019; go to Tokyo in 2020 (for the Olympic games)
That was it.
And in orientacion profesional, we had to plan out a whole week three months after graduation, like September. So, I wrote that I'd be going to my university classes, training with the Triathlon club, hanging out with new people, making friends, taking time for myself and reading good books.
I hate crowds. I think I'm claustrophobic. On Saturday, Esther and I went to a youth day walk along with the CR youth group. I just thought about how I do not like crowded places.
I'm not a people person.
Today, I asked Ms. Sarah if we could discuss scholarships and she, or at least I felt like she scolded me, saying how we don't "discuss" scholarships. We discuss what my wants are. Blah, blah, blah. Kind of makes me not want her help anymore.
I told Mr. Nuñez my mom was his teacher. Who knows what effect that will have. He kept brushing his arm with mine, and I doubt he did it on purpose, but it was weird.
Mrs. Hyde said she'd help me with the costume for the Independence day parade. Good for her.
I told this little girl, well she isn't really a little girl, she's in eigth grade now, and we're friends, kinda, whose name I can't remember right now, Arleny!, that's her name. Anyway, I told her how when I went to univeristy, I'd have a complete makeover. Perfect teeth, perfect skin, new wardrobe, new stuff, new hairstyle. I like to think that I'll actually do this.
Bye me. Write to you next Monday.