My labor day weekend was sans the labor just like it's meant to be. A beautiful love-strung weekend. I fell for gaze and melodious conversation.
Well, college is going as it should. I decided to drop my biology class due to the advice of upperclassmen who described Professor Edminston as the "witch of UT." My load is dropped to twelve hours. Hey, at least I have more time for partying (just kidding). I'm a introvert, remember? I know for sure I could handle fifteen hours, but registration is already locked. People here are crazy; there are so many party animals. I went to a Mexican-American club information session yesterday. It seems like a good way to meet people, although, some are more, shall i say, "vocal" than others namely myself. Faster than usual, I am peeking from my shell. Being social is proving difficult. This was always one of my weaker characteristics. Putting yourself out there and unveiling your personality is scary for me. I think well of myself, but some fear deeply rooted in me causes my voice to be inaudible even to myself. People say what I hesitate to think. Sometimes I feel like an idiot. I'll get over it. I have to.
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