That Amazing Bytch wrote: Ight I dunno if this has been done/said so if it has my bad...but
Ok for the upperclassmen....What did u learn from your first year of college that you will change in your second? What positivity has come out of your life so far because of your college experiance? What Negativity has come out of it...Have you changed from the person u were a year ago and if so how...and what do u want to change for your second year in college?
Answer to question #1: I learned a lot. I learn how to politic with potential **** professors, and I also learned that if someone acts a certain way towards you, feel free to return the favor. Most of all, I learned how to be a man. I would say that 98% of freshman/sophomore year's learning came OUTSIDE of the classroom.
Im now an Alumnus of ECSU (Ex-College Students University, founded in 2004 by yours truly). However, my decision to leave school isn't etched in stone. There's always a chance that i'll go back to Alabama A&M, but hell, there's also a chance of me getting drafted into the NFL and getting struck by lightning in the same day.
On the positive tip, I can honestly say that I love A&M. I grew up (and still live) only 5 minutes from the school. I played hookie in H.S. just to go mess around on the campus with the women and act stupid with few buddies. The campus is beautiful. Some of the people (staff, students) are the sweetest people God every put on this earth. There was not a weekend that i didn't regret during my short lived tenure at AAMU. Although I did some pretty dumb things, it didn't **** me. So it made me stronger. More on that below....
But on the negative side, I learned that everybody isn't cool as you think they are. People can really turn their backs on you, especially when you need them the most. I learned that just because people say that "aww come on. its just a little weed" doesn't mean that they didn't lace the blunt, if you know what I mean.
I started at AAMU in the Fall of '02, and I've since calmed down since my freshman year.
I want you read this, and i want you (whoever started this post) to read it really, REALLY good. My Freshman year (or anybodys freshman year) was a whino's/drug addicts wet dream come true. I dont think I went a day without having alcohol/weed/powder in my system for a whole semester, and thats a damn shame. A few "friends" stopped being my friends, and eventually, I fell into this funk that I wouldn't want anyone to suffer through. I experimented with different ****, and after a while, i started to get this ultra-paranoid feeling that somebody was after me. I couldn't concentrate in class (when I was there), and I could barely sleep at night. I had split personalities, and some even began to think that I was bi-polar. I couldn't trust anyone, and nobody could trust me. People would look for me on the weekends, but wouldn't see me until Mondays or Tuesday nights. I had some of the most intoxicating, dare-devilish, black-lipped/white nosed nights between Sept 02 and March 03. I basically stopped caring about my own life, because I felt that if someone was gonna take it from me, it would be myself. My religious faith went numb. During the day, i felt like Superman, but Kryptonite would get me as soon as i get somewhere alone by myself. Especially at night. After I cleaned myself up, got some couseling, and detoxification, laid off on the drinking, and started back eating food everyday, i gained all my weight back...but i wouldn't trade my personal sanity for nothing in this world. Now, I'm working full-time at a local TV station. I've gotten back into church, and I've started to have (somewhat) of a meaningful relationship with my father. He's lived with me and raised me for all these 21 years, but we never were your "father/son." More like "That old nikka/That lil' nikka" Jody/Melvin type of people. I've met a girl who actually loves me for who i am, and not just my super-charismatic personality. She accepts me even tho I was a train wreck waiting to happen. She and I are close, and my mother and I are even getting along I found out that I have a family that really does care for me, and that fact alone draws me to tears everytime i think about it.
The moral to this story is...dont let your mind go to waste. Because that's exactly what i feel like i did with mine.
