School.

So another new school year. I am currently a 2nd year irregular. Irregular in the sense that I enrolled during the second semester, it's not because I irregularly attend class. Although it has happened in the past. Another year of meeting new students who will end up caling me 'ate' because I am 22 and the freshmen are 16-17. What an age gap. I should be a fourth year right now, but I can't do anything about that. I decided to listen to a boy and be bull-headed. My parents were right. Don't they always or at least most of the time know what's good for you? I made mistakes and regret a lot, however that doesn't change my current situation. All I can do is finish what I started, and I will because this is my last chance. The last chance I am giving myself. I don't want to be a schmuck. 


I wish I could be more eloquent with what I type. I was never really good at writing down what I thought or wanted to express. So a recap of the last few years next time.