Forty Seven

Ok.

So counting everything up, I'll have 47 units finished by the end of this semester - and I realize that's not bad.

It's just that I thought I'd have gotten so much farther by now, and I can't stop beating myself up over it. I feel stupid for thinking in my first semester that it made me a more fun person to just take eight friggin' units, even though I hated myself for giving up and slacking off

From here on out, I'm not kidding anymore. I'm going to get this all done as quickly as possible - it's not too late to start giving this my all.

Next semester, I don't care if I need to take weekend classes at Skyline or CSM or something, I'm going to get these science classes down.

It's not my fault that there's never any room even to add, but I'm not going to let that be an excuse. I need to do everything I can. One more semester at City after this one. Two, tops. Then, I'm going to USF - I could get in right now, under any other major. I would have gotten in straight out of high school, but I was scared.

I'm not going to let the money stop me - WHEN I finish, I'll be able to pay it off. I just know that I have to do this.

No more excuses, no more slacking, no more self-pity.