BEDA: Day 3 | To Quit or to Stay

HI FOLLOWERS! You're all awesome, you know that? Truly. I love you for following me blog. <3

But I am once again stuck for what to write about. AGAIN, I had an idea last night but didn't write it down and now I can't remember it. :\ Oh, self. Self self self.

Oh hey! I know! Let's talk about growing up! That's a fun topic.

(I don't really know why this popped into my head, but let's go with it.)

So, growing up. When we're little it's all we want to do, but now that we (or I should say I) have grown up, I just want to go back to being little. I mean, the freedom is awesome. But the responsibility! I mean, I hate cooking. So if it wasn't for the fact that I was on Jenny Craig right now then I would probably just be eating junk all the time. Though, it is funny. In the past three years, I have grown up A LOT. Because I have been forced to.

When I first went to college, I was miserable. Absolutely miserable. I was sobbing every day, calling my mom and telling her that I wanted to go home. I was fine when I was in class. But I was only in class for a three to four or five hours a day. That's not very much. Then I would mope. Because I didn't know anyone and I was lonely. But then one of my friends - who I was not very close with at the time, she was more of an acquaintance, really - started texting me. And that turned it all around for me. I mean, I was about one more tear away from dropping out of school and moving home. I would've if I hadn't been in a full-year English course.

That was the first semester of my first year of college. Miserable. And then Elise turned it around for me. And I met Kayla, and started hanging out with Andrew and Carmen more. And I started to actually enjoy myself.

And then summer came, and I moved home and my mother and I were at each other's throats. It was bad. :\

But then I moved again, to Edmonton this time, to go to a different school. Where as the year before I went home every single weekend, when I lived in Edmonton I went home every few months. I do blame school for this, but I also didn't really want to. I wanted to spend what little free time I had away from school on the couch, watching a movie, or sleeping in my comfy bed. Not the spare one at my mom and dad's.

And then I moved AGAIN. (Yes, I move a lot. I hate it) Back to Red Deer. I'm now living with one of my best friends, Kayla (yes, the same Kayla mentioned above), and a roommate who shall go nameless because I just can't stand her. Despite the Roomate-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named, it's pretty awesome living with one of my BFFs. I mean, of course there are times when we want to kill one another. We've had our differences. (There was a time when I was having a really bad week and I finally realized the actual meaning of the phrase "cut the tension with a knife" we could have done that.) But it's pretty awesome. I get to squee at her all the time - she's one of the few IRL friends I have who are actually Nerdfighters - and we talk about HP and DW all the time. And we rant at one another. And it's pretty fantastic.

But anyway, the point is, that if I had not stuck out that first semester of college, if I had quit like I so wanted to, I never would have met Kayla. Which would REALLY suck. SO, basically, things may suck right now - you may be having the worst summer of your life (I actually kind of am.) but things will get better. It may be in a week, a month, but it will get better. Because I have never felt that awful for that long stretch of time in my life, but I got through it.

Yay inspirational blogs!