It is a Friday night. I just completed a semi-hectic week. I had several assignments due, a couple of quizzes and two exams. This weekend we’re (me and 7 other people) going to the Raiders v Titans game in Oakland. Those that are going including Sonia and myself, are Alfredo, Ricki, Osvaldo, Sandro, Juan, and Andy. It should be fun. This weekend I stayed in Fresno for a couple of reasons 1) the Raiders game 2) Sonia’s friend Sandra is having a pre-wedding party at her aunt’s house here in Fresno. That should be a lot of fun… yeah right! It is not that I have anything against S, it is just that it is going to be a family gathering for S. Basically I am not going to know anyone and I will be rubbing elbows with here family. I’m much rather looking forward to the game on Sunday! As far as school is concerned everything is setting itself up rather nicely. What I am getting at is that perhaps, just maybe, I might possibly score a 4.0 GPA; something that I have not accomplished since elementary. What the hell happened to me! (I used to be so smart). Ay amor apareciste en mi vida y me curaste las heridas. Eres mi luz, sol, pan de cada dia…apareciste con tu luz..ay amor tu eres my bendicion..habre el Corazon! Another thing that has been on my mind lately has been all the junk that has to be done in order to get into law school. I am speaking about the application, the LSAT, letters of recommendation, $1000 Kaplan prep course, personal statement…not to mention a good GPA! I think I am going crazy! I have to go read so I guess this is a short entry. Peace out.
Monthly Archive for September, 2002
Today is Friday the 13th and I am at home in Porterville. I just got have from Fresno about 20 minutes ago. I am listening to Bob Dylan suffering from the hot weather. Yes, indeed it is night but we have no air-conditioning, and the swap-cooler simply doesn’t ‘cut it.’ I just completed the third week of the fall semester. I have but only fifteen weeks until I complete my college education. It’s about damn time! I am considering law school; honestly speaking, law school seems to be my only goal at this time. I don’t think I would be a good teacher although I’d like to believe that I would be. And being a pedagogue sounds tempting at times (note: check to see if pedagogue means teacher.) Time passes by so fast, if you don’t stop and look around, it will pass you up (Ferris Bueller’s Day Off). I am now 25 years old and still a student, and still feel like I am fresh out of high school. What the hell happened to me? Do I still look young? Or do I have the face (and body) of a student that is over the hill? I just don’t know? How does “adult-hood” make it self apparent? When do you start feeling like an adult, and not some old teenager? My dad was an adult at 19 (when he married a 26 year old girl from his “rancho”). Nineteen was six years ago for me. Where is my life heading? What is to become of me? Is it worth doing anything? I’d rather be a “hippy” and do nothing. That’ll be my middle finger to the system. I’ve already dropped the debt. That is my first “fuck-you” to the system. Why will I need credit? I don’t need any credit cards. Fuck Citibank! Latin America…learn from me. Irresponsibility is sometimes a good thing. And irresponsible I am. When will I grow-up? (Bob Dylan is playing in the background: “…Forever Young.”) I have not written an entry in quite some time and it is about time that I get back to writing in my so called journal. (Politics: George Bush is preparing to bomb Saddam Hussein and Iraq. Farm-workers are fighting for the right to gain union representation more easily. [Davis is getting to veto it] Other activists are pushing for driver-licenses for undocumented-workers. [Politicos have presented a watered down version that would virtually exclude the majority of undocumented-workers]. It is too hot to be writing and so…con esa me despido.