I got a red belt around my mind...

Should have started this my Freshmen year but Fuck it (You'll here me say that a lot). So my days at Oneonta are numbered or at least I hope they are. I've come to the sad realization that I may not graduate on time and in order for me to do so I have to take six classes next semester and complete my internship over the summer. It's almost fucking impossible (well not really) to graduate on time. Most kids come from HS not knowing what the fuck they want to do and Freshmen year just becomes a year full of adjustments to college life and taking classes you don't know why you're taking and by the time you enter "wow i'm going to enter the realz worldz soon!11!" mentality it's your senior year and you created a blog on blogspot bitching about it...but you know what ...fuck it.