The Official Adam Pascal Love Thread, part four — Page 56

It's so disgusting outside. meh.

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*hugs Em*

Ugh, I just got back from my 8 AM class and not only will there be a quiz every week, a huge chunk of my grade in the class will be based on group projects.

I always feel gross and depressed when it rains, and the wind is only making things worse.

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http://www.livejournal.com/community/adampascal/162640.html

People need to grow up.

Edit: Em, I understand where you're coming from. That must be so embarassing. As usual, I don't really have anything to offer in the way of advice, but hopefully your mom will calm down and become somewhat rational. College is supposed to be a fun experience overall and it doesn't sound like it is for you.

Updated On: 1/18/06 at 09:51 AM

Overall, it's not at all a bad experience. I think I told someone last semester that I seriously had not ever been happier. I'm really looking forward to this semester, actually. Once all of this dies down, if should be great.

On one hand, college is sort of that time of liberation, yet there are still certain things where I'm tied down as badly as I was at home. I know my mom has always been like this -- very forceful and all, but that she does it for the sake of keeping my best interest at heart. But, even though I know that, I just wish she weren't so..... the way she is about it. She just makes me feel like crap when I really don't need it.

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Updated On: 1/18/06 at 09:55 AM

I'm finally excited about my classes; in the past I was excited about one or two per semester, and then indifferent toward the rest. I think part of my problem is that previously, one of my five classes was Spanish, for which I just... (a) didn't have a lot of work and (b) just didn't do very much of it. Now I have five serious classes.

I just feel like I'm not going to have time to do ANYTHING but go to class, study, eat and sleep.

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I know what you mean. Sometimes I wish I had the desire to party and get drunk, or that I felt free enough to do it, or something. My friend is throwing a surprise party for another one of my friends on Friday night. These aren't people I'm like... super-close with, but I often find myself feeling stupid for not really doing very much to make my casual friendships with people here at school closer. The first part is just dinner, and then there's a party at someone's dorm after, and they're all heavy drinkers -- including my roommate (or she is on occasion, anyway). So that means she'll come back drunk on Friday night. I sort of wish I were into that so I could be more sociable, but... that's just not me.

Though, obviously, the city provides me with a million other forms of entertainment, and that makes me perfectly happy.

grr. I have such a headache. This weather...

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Updated On: 1/18/06 at 10:16 AM

I'm a lot closer with my other friends throughout the city (and from farther away, too). People I've met here. Seriously. I feel like I have some casual friends around school that I made when I was living in a traditional dorm and it was easy to just walk out and make friends, and we have a little in common, but we're just not that close. So I've been sort of lax about it and maintain better the friendships that are more substantial to me. I know that's mean, but it's not like I don't have friends. I'm just not focused on the people who I go to school with, who are basically my friends because they were in the right place at the right time. There are exceptions; a few of my friends from school and I *are* very close, but for the most part, not.

My parents would eat me alive if they ever caught me drunk.

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I know what you guys mean. I don't have any *really* close friends at school, partially because I've only known these people for a few months. And on more than one occasion have I sat in my room by myself on a Thursday or Friday night feeling like just a bit of a loser.

I can already see friendships from last semester that were based on convenience totally dissapearing.

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Updated On: 1/18/06 at 10:50 AM

It must be like mother full moon or something. ugh.

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Em, you SHOULD take your mom with you to your advisor, so your advisor can explain to her that she's off her rocker over this one credit. Even if it doesn't get her to get off your case about it, she'll see that you know that someone that knows better than her is telling her she's wrong. Does that makes sense? It'll take away some of her authority on this issue because you now have someone telling her, in her presence, that you're right about this and she's not.

2 classes down, 3 to go. Every year, I've had a mid-term or paper due the day after my birthday. I'm turning 21 this year. I'm PRAYING that my schedule will allow me to have a happy birthday. *fingers crossed*

I'm the same way with my college friendships as you've all been saying. I don't mind partying, but I don't like taking it to the excess that everyone else seems to, so I'm out of the loop. And maintaining friendships under normal circumstances has never been one of my strong points. I'm trying to improve on that, but it's hard to separate the convenience friendships from the ones that really mean something.

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Skittles, I'm turning 21 too. Although it doesn't matter here, because legal age is 19.
My mother sent me an e-mail in first year entitles "Reality Check", let's just say it wasn't pretty.
I'm not doing so well this year, I'm having a lot of problems handing the workload. I'm going back home next year just to pick up the last two credits I need for my degree. That was a shock to my mother, that I was getting a three year degree instead of a four year. But in the end she understood it was for the best.

Oy, Fantabulous. I remember when there was a mouse in my dorm last year - picture me, 2 of my suitemates, our floor's RA, and a few people who lived down the hall running around and shrieking and trying to catch the mouse using dust pans and garbage pails (what? it seemed like a good idea at the time) and me accidentally locking myself out in a mouse-induced panic (I had to go down to the front desk in my pajamas to get the spare key!)

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My adviser has said he'd talk to my mom on the phone on MANY ocassions; but if she comes to the meeting, we'll just fight.

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