Workout time for Diana

Going to school is a full time workout. Not just for the mind but also for the body. Here's why.
I drove to school, because I finally got my temporary license from the DMV, and I parked in the "secret parking" because it's easier than trying to fight traffic looking for a parking spot in the parking structure. I mean, come on, everyone already knows that there isn't going to be a parking spot. Or they're just really rude people who wait for someone who is walking to their car. That's way I will most likely always park in the "secret parking". Only problem is it's a bit of a walk to the school. It would be just fine if I wasn't lugging around a 50 pound bag full of books (well maybe it's not 50 pounds).
I was a bit early for my class so I went to the Library to study a bit of my math that I wasn't able to finish the night before (and take a break from carrying my monster bag). I was huffing and puffing so badly when I got to the Library that I was trying not to breath because I was so loud. I bet people were thinking I was having a heart attack or maybe that I was going to throw up or something; or maybe they just thought "man that girl is way out of shape".
I studied a bit. When it became a decent time to go to class I left (I was finally done huffing and puffing). I walked to my classroom but there was a class in progress so I just sat in the hallway and waited. Finally the people were done so they came out and we (because there were other students in the hallway with me) went in.
Now this is where the workout begins, English class. I actually have to use my brain. Whoever thought of such a thing?! Using my brain has never occurred to me before! (joking). It's definitely a workout! There was a vocab quiz and then group work. I think I did alright on the vocab quiz. The group work was to discuss a certain part of the book that we are in the process of reading. That was interesting.
Class ends around 11:45, 12:00. Lunch time. I had brought my own lunch so I just found a spot to sit and eat. I bet people thought I was weird. There I was eating a homemade sandwich in a way that probably made me look like a little kid, and then, after the sandwich, I had some gummies. Now I definitely looked like a little kid. Who cares. I like gummies. I am a child at heart.
When I finished lunch I walked to my next class (thankfully the building is kind of close). The math stuff that we did in the beginning was the easy stuff. I thought "this is easy peasy" but then it got to the harder stuff. It wasn't so "easy peasy" anymore. I had to start using my brain again.
When math was over that's when I had to walk all the way back to my car. I started huffing and puffing (and blowing houses down). I think by the end of the semester I will be in great shape. Who needs a gym when you've got college!
I had to go to work after I got home (I hate work). I had yet more walking to do. Now it's over and I can't wait to go to sleep! Have a good night everyone! I'll blog again soon.

Random thoughts for today

My niece just turned 1 on Sunday. It made me start thinking about how old I'm turning this year. 20. That's how old I'm turning. I know that that's not old at all. I'm still very young. It's just weird because it seems like it was just a year or so ago when I was 15. I was still trying to decide what I wanted to do with my life. Whether I wanted to go to college or not.


It seems like time flies by so quickly. One day you're 10 with not a care in the world and then all of the sudden your 19, 20 looking towards the future. What it is you want to do? Who you're going to marry? If you're going to get married? If you're going to have children or not?


I know, I know. I'm getting a little ahead of myself. I still have years and years left to come. That is if I don't die in some "freak gasoline accident" (quoting zoolander for those of you who wanted to know). I wonder how many people think about this stuff? Am I the only one? Probably not.


All of this started just because my niece's birthday was Sunday. We threw a party for her, even though she's not going to remember it. It was more for the adults anyway. To see how big the kids are getting (and how old they're getting). To catch up on what's going on in each other's lives, and talk about how cute the children are. Also to eat some free food. Well that's at least why I go to these things (just joking.... maybe).

Today was my second day of classes. I had to take a lot of notes in my English class (my hand started to cramp up). There is also a lot of reading that I have to do. At least for me. Because I was homeschooled my whole life. Most of what I read was fantasy so it's very hard for me to read the assigned book. I was really looking forward to my Math class. When I went to class there was a note on the door telling everyone that class was canceled for the day. I was really sad.

On another note. Remember when I said my wallet was stolen and I had to go renew things like my Student ID and my license? Well I went to the DMV the next day; which was a Thursday. It was raining REALLY hard that day (I love the rain) and there was actually a long line. I thought that no one was going to be there because it was raining so hard but apparently I was wrong. My mom and I got in line. We had to stand in the rain because the line went all the way outside. Fortunately we had an umbrella. We're standing there and all of the sudden a man decided he wanted to come under the umbrella with us. He started talking to us and we told him about how my wallet was stolen. He was shocked that someone would do such a thing. His son decided he didn't want to wait in line anymore so they left. A DMV worker came out to inform us that all the computers were down, statewide, and they weren't sure when they would be working again. My mom and I decided that we would wait a little longer just to see if the computers would start working again. They didn't so we left.

I went back today with my sister Hannah the hot one (so she says). Since I really do miss driving myself. It was really, really busy so we decided that I would go back tomorrow with my mom.

Reminiscing

My brain hurts. I've been playing a multiplication game online because my math teacher wants the class to brush up on their multiplication skills. I'm really bad. It's really sad how long I have to think about it before I get the answer right. I suppose this is way I'm in math 4 and not math 15 (not that I'm surprised).

People think being homeschooled your whole life means you're really smart. Not true when it comes to me. I never really did my school work when I was younger. That's really my own fault. The books were always there I just decided I never wanted to open them. I was and am a procrastinator. My mom didn't really force me to do school either so that didn't help. I guess it was just hopeless from the start. That is why I'm going to college. That I may learn and gain knowledge and not feel so stupid.

I think I'll probably do fine. I really enjoy learning. The very few times I did decided to open one of the many school books around the house was actually fun. I liked learning new things. Too bad I didn't push myself harder. Well that was then and this is now. I am determined to learn, and to not procrastinate! I also have teachers that are expecting me to do the work. I think that will help me to be able to push myself.

Being homeschooled wasn't bad. I really enjoyed it. My mom had started a home school group when I was about 3 that would meet every Friday. I was always very excited to go. The moms would teach different types of classes. There was Cooking, Dance, Science, Spanish, Craft, Pastel and much more. I got to choose what classes I wanted to take. The classes always changed with each new school year. Some moms would decided that they didn't want to teach a certain class anymore and maybe start up something new or just not teach a class at all.

When I was younger I couldn't wait to start Pastel class (you had to be a certain age to be in that class). It was an Art class. We would draw things like Apples, Vases, Cups, Coffee pots, Pumpkins and lots of other things. Mrs. Leong was the teacher of that class. She was one of my favorite teachers. I always loved going and working more on my drawings. It seemed somehow to relax me. I would get so sucked in I wouldn't realize what time it was. I was always sad when it ended. I could have sat there for hours. Just drawing. I loved it. Sadly Mrs. Leong stopped teaching that class. That was one of the most tragic days of my life. There wasn't another Art class for a while. It broke my heart.

A couple years later another mom decided to start up an Art class. I got pretty excited about it. It was different then Mrs. Leong's class but I was alright with that. This class was a Pencil drawing class. It was really different, and hard, but it was fun. I really missed drawing. I don't draw at home. I should but I've always had trouble trying to do it myself. I feel like I need a teacher to help me and tell me what I'm doing wrong. I know that's no excuse and I should try drawing things on my own. This is where my procrastination issue comes in. I really need to stop being like that. Hopefully going to college will help me with that. I'm planning on maybe taking an Art class next semester. I think I'd really enjoy it. Here's hoping.

What a day

So I start off my day with some nervous feelings. You see my first day at Fullerton JC was today. My first class started at 10:00 AM so I left my house around 8:30 AM to have plenty of time for parking (or at least I thought it would be plenty of time). I got to the campus and it was PACKED! It's really ridiculous how crazy and crowded it was! I got into the parking structure to see if there might possibly be a parking spot. No such luck. I went to the next parking structure; again no such luck. At this point it's getting closer to 9:30 on the clock and I'm freaking out because my first class starts at 10:00.
I called my sister Rachel because she used to go to FJC and I wanted to know where her "secret spot" was. I found this spot and looked for parking and had just barely enough room for my car. What I didn't realize was that there was this SUV behind me that I thought was another student trying to find a parking spot, but apparently they were trying to turn into the driveway that I was sort of blocking while I was trying to park. I felt kind of bad but they seemed to get into the driveway alright. Then this woman came out of the house looking really mad at me and started talking to the people coming out of the SUV. She looked like she wanted to come chew me out for trying to find a parking spot! The people in the car were trying to talk to her and calm her down. I left before she could come down where I was and start hitting me or something. I just hoped while I walked away that she wasn't planning on doing anything to my car while I was gone.
I got to my first class about 9:44. There were about 5 people already there. (May I just say that I find it funny how there can be so many people in a room and we somehow manage not to talk to each other; in fact we sometimes manage not to talk at all). More and more people came in as the clock ticked closer and closer to 10:00. The teacher came in around 9:55 am. I really like her. All of the stuff seems a bit intimidating, although that might be because I was homeschooled my whole life and this whole thing is new to me, but it seems fun.
One of the assignments is to start a blog and write in it 3 times a week with 600 to 900 words per post. So that is way I'm sitting here writing out all of this stuff that most likely no one is going to read, and why would they? I mean I don't really have an exciting life, it's not like anyone wants to hear about how I probably almost died from a crazy woman who didn't want me parking where I was. Oh well.
I always used to make fun of people who blogged and now here I am with one of my own. Ok. Let's get back on topic. Class ended and I got up and realized that my wallet was no longer in my pocket. I looked around my seat. Not there. At this point I was kind of starting to freak out (second freak out of the day). I called my sister Rachel again (she's probably tired of me calling her with all my problems by now). She said to go back to the car to see if maybe it fell out of my pocket in the car. I went all the way back (exactly the way I came) to my car. Nope. No wallet.
Now I was really annoyed. It's really quite a pain. Because now I'm going to have to renew my Driver's license, my Disneyland Pass, and my Student ID (which I purposely got before school started so I could avoid all the crowds). I was also going to have to cancel my debit card so that no one could use it. It's really frustrating and I wish it hadn't happened. But there's no use complaining because it's already happened and there's nothing I can do about it.
I went to my next class thinking of everything that I'm going to have to do. There were 2 people in the room when I got there. The same no talk thing happened again. I suppose I could have started up a conversation, but I was nervous enough with this being my first day and all, and too busy thinking about the stuff I was going to have to do when I got home.
Around 10:00 our teacher came in. I really like her too. Math seems like it's going to be lots of fun. I've always enjoyed what I know of math so I'm excited. After class I went to Campus safety to see if maybe some kind soul found my wallet and turned it into them. Nope. I left the information about my wallet with them (just in case, you never know) and then drove home illegally. When I got home I asked my mom about going with me tomorrow to the DMV to get a new license and then I called my bank to cancel my debit card. They cancel it and tell me that I'll be getting a new one in about a week. Big relief now that that's over. I relaxed a little while listening to the amazing sound of the rain. I love the rain.
I started writing this post after a little while and then the power went out. That was fun. I was a little sad when the power came back on because it's kind of fun when the power's out.
Now here I sit finishing up this blog, which is longer then I meant it to be, and think about what tomorrow will bring.