Yet I wonder how people are able to remember my face? I'd be talking to my classmates in one class period, and all of a sudden they'd ask me about another class I'm in. "..? You're in my class?" is how I end up responding. There's over 100 people in the classes I'm in.. how can they possibly remember? I always ask them where they sit, because I really don't notice them. ^^; I mean, it's good to make connections, but HOW? If it's because I came through the door, I don't notice people who enter the classroom, either. XD

Later in the same class this other guy mentions he's seen me in the other ochem class lecture. I then asked him what he was doing there, to which he says, "Looking for you." Funny guy. Good response.

Now I'm just concerned, because how am I supposed to ninja around if people know who I am? My ultimate fear is if this tutor starts noticing I've been showing up to her section every day...

It's still quite some ways away before I move out of this house and into my apartment over at university, and though I didn't want to start packing things I still need to use like towels, kitchen stuff, and clothes, I started going through my belongings that mostly consist of stationaries, pencils, pens, and things of the like. I don't plan on taking everything, but it's hard to decide what to take and what not to take! I have some pencil sets that I want to bring, then change my mind because I've already brought about three other pencil boxes.

Not to mention I'm not sure what things might end up not being used anyway. I have a ton of Sanrio and other cute notepads, notebooks, diaries, etc, and I've hoarded them for years. I always used to be such a packrat as a kid-- I kept everything. I wanted everything cute and never used them so I could preserve them in their natural pristine state. Maybe it has to do with growing up, but I don't really care about keeping them all new anymore. Okay, so I still do, but I want to use them instead of letting them sit around with no use. Too bad this is a wordl of internet, now! Hardly anyone writes letters anymore. XD

I wonder what will happen to the things I don't bring, though? My dad says I shouldn't take my computer because it's heavy, but.. Will it be safe all by itself at home? What about some of the stationary stuff and pencils I don't decide to bring? This is the part that makes me a little sad. I hate the saying "Nothing is forever," because of how true it is.. I get sad when I think about how once I'm done with college, I might never get to live in this house or visit again. Some people move on with their lives and live separate from their parents after college, but my gloominess comes from the fact that we might not even live in this house anymore. It might be sold when I finish my studies, so... I feel like I should enjoy everything about my house while I still can.. It's a really nice house, so it will be an inexplicable loss to me if that's the case.

Sorry for being sentimental! In all honesty I am ready as I'll ever be to go to university after delaying it two years to attend a nearby college, but thinking about life is such a troubling thought!

My greatest enemy these days has been fear. I really hate the awkward moments in classes where there's dead silence because nobody dares to answer the teacher, or even make a guess to the question. Why? Because we're afraid to be wrong! (Except my friend Christa who decided not to answer becuase she wanted to see what the teacher would do if no one piped up. I told her afterwards she was sadistic. XD)

That's some weird fear I have to get over myself. I hate leaving class with a sinking feeling of  "I should have just said something, even if I end up being wrong!" I get so angry at myself for wimping out just because I was afraid. It doesn't make me feel good at all! I'm a coward! XD

One of these days I'll get over it, maybe. The first step is to speak up! (And in a clear voice, too. No mumbling!)

My greatest enemy these days has been fear. I really hate the awkward moments in classes where there's dead silence because nobody dares to answer the teacher, or even make a guess to the question. Why? Because we're afraid to be wrong! (Except my friend Christa who decided not to answer becuase she wanted to see what the teacher would do if no one piped up. I told her afterwards she was sadistic. XD)

That's some weird fear I have to get over myself. I hate leaving class with a sinking feeling of  "I should have just said something, even if I end up being wrong!" I get so angry at myself for wimping out just because I was afraid. It doesn't make me feel good at all! I'm a coward! XD

One of these days I'll get over it, maybe. The first step is to speak up! (And in a clear voice, too. No mumbling!)