In one of my many "Well what do I write about now?" moments (I have tons of those, if you want me to right about something, leave a comment and I'll do what I can), I thought back to how I applied to college this year, and thought, well why not write about that, and some of my college experiences.
I first applied to, and went to actually, college, back when I was sixteen, after I left school, because at school I'd been filled with tales of how college was so different, there wasn't any bullying because people were more mature there, they went to college to learn, and what not. This however was not the case. I always told myself college would be different, as others had told me, so it was even more crushing when nothing changed. It was like I could never escape that fate. But then I remembered something, I was at college by choice, it wasn't like school, where I had to go, I could just stop going to college, so I did. I lasted a whole four weeks. That's right folks, four weeks. I guess I was pretty messed up back then.
After that I spent nearly a year doing nothing. It's a time I'm not too proud of, a whole wasted year, but it's still far from the biggest thing I regret doing. I don't remember a whole amount from that year, I just thank my mum massively for putting up with it, for letting me recover in my own time. Truth is I'm probably still recovering. After that time, I decided to go back to college again, this time to go to a different one, and this is eventually how I ended up living with my dad, as I caught the bus from his house, and sometimes my mum would pick me up and sometimes I would get the bus back, but I spent most of my time at my dads house.
This time college went much smoother. Some of the utter bastards from school were still there, but I rarely ever saw them, so it wasn't a massive problem for me to just get by. I made some friends, I did good work, when I got around to it lol, I even ran a forum, which was the main reason I wasn't doing my work >_>. I even met my first girlfriend there, who would later go on to be the main reason I left. There are actually several stories I could tell you about my time at this college, but I'll limit it to just the one for now, one I really remember. We were in the middle of class, and we were on a high floor, either the last or the second to last, and I found myself stating out loud, how easy it would be to bring the whole place down, that just blowing up the support columns on that floor would bring the whole place down, and I happened to also quote Fight Club, saying that "With enough soap, one could blow up just about anything", which earned me a reputation as a wannabe explosives guy. I don't know if they actually thought like that or not, but I had fun. The place was okay, my class wasn't so bad, there was some dickheads, but dickheads are in every place you go to. They're a part of life, better get used to them.
Now, I mentioned my girlfriend earlier didn't I? I did yes, that year was the year where not only did I get a girlfriend, but I also lost her, to some other guy actually. It's an impossibly long story I'll never tell all of, but the simplest way to put it is he slept with her before I did. After that happened, I was utterly shattered. I mean, I had spent several months actually being happy, enjoying myself, and recovering, and then it was all taken away from me, I didn't react well. I did even less work than usual, and hated the college, it was nothing but a place of bad memories, and eventually I just left. I left a bit before my girl left me really, because I wasn't doing the work and I wanted to get off the course before they kicked me off, but when they found out that was the reason, they tried to get me to come back, saying I could still catch up, and I wasn't as behind as I thought, but her leaving me killed any chance of that happening.
For the few years after that, I've been on and off the dole, welfare, whatever you want to call it, and this year I applied for college again. My best friend is going this time, so I know I'll be fine, I'm also applying for a different course. Those two times before I went to learn about computers, which I have an interest, it turned out I wasn't interested enough mind. This time I'm going for psychology, a subject I have more than an interest in, and I should enjoy. I always like talking to people, helping them with their problems, and it will be nice to be able to do it better, and have a better idea of what's up with people, although I find I can usually come up to a logical conclusion.
Anyway, if you're still alive, that's just another story about me and my life, and maybe I'll tell some more if I can think of them. Normal ranting and funny service will be resumed when I find something I can make light of, and be funny about. If there's something you want me to make a post about, or if you're interested in my opinion on something, let me know.
Man this has been a long post.