Catching Up

I've been falling farther and farther behind with my weekly posts, so in a last desperate attempt to make up for this, I'm posting three blogs this week. Today's post is about my procrastination tendencies. I have math homework due tomorrow an articles to read by tomorrow morning, neither of which I have done. I've been missing classes randomly, yet frequently. I've become a bit of a slacker because I was expecting to go home after this semester. Now I'm wondering if I should stay. The Department of Housing is allowing us to move to an apartment far away from the troublesome neighbors, and without the $50 charge for moving. That will eliminate the stress from the wall-rattling music, vulgar cursing, and gunshots outside our door. Plus I won't be able to return to my old job for several months minimum, so I'll have to job search and possibly fail at that. And lastly, Wallace State, the community college in my hometown, does not offer the specific major I want. It seems that I may be stuck here for at least another semester. As it stands, I am okay with this. I'm willing to give UNA and Florence another chance. To do this, I need to stop feeling so hostile. I'm always on the defensive, which makes me tune in to all the negativity around me. Not a healthy lifestyle, I know. This is a time for change, though. I must learn to adapt. I need to "expand my horizons." Anyway, I'll be signing in later to discuss pertinent things about class and college experience. Or I may ramble some more. Who reads these anyway?

Slacking? More Like Stressing!

I've been falling behind on my weekly posts, I know, and missing classes lately due to so much crazy junk happening and stress. I'm supposed to blog about the class speakers every week or anything pertaining to the Honors Program at UNA and other college experiences. Well, I have an interesting story. It occurred Saturday night, November 3rd, around midnight. I was at a friend's house when my brother, Derek, texted me from our apartment saying that the neighbors had a huge number of people over, and they were all standing outside the door being loud and drunk (as they do almost every single night) when Derek and his two guests heard a gunshot just outside the door. Derek called the university police, who just parked across the road for a few minutes and drove away because as soon as they pulled up, the crowd went inside the neighbor's apartment. They came back out as soon as the police left. Derek wanted me home immediately while his fiends were there in case something else went down, so that I would have more than just Derek to defend me. I pulled up half an hour later at my apartment, parking less than twenty feet from my front door. I noticed the neighbor's crowd farther down the road, all quiet, all staring at me when I got out of my car. I looked down as I stepped up on the sidewalk and immediately noticed a small metal cylinder on the concrete. Too shocked to pick it up under the stares of the crowd, I just walked to my door and locked it behind me. Derek and his two guests turned to me and saw my face. Before they could even ask, I blurted out, "I saw the shell! It's right outside! It's right in front of my car!" One of Derek's friends, completely calm and cool, went outside to retrieve it. He gave it to Derek, who then called our parents for advice. My brother decided to wait until the next morning to take it to the police, as he didn't want to make a scene. So Sunday morning, Derek and I went to the UNA police office (the door was locked) and then to the Florence Police Department, where the receptionist got in touch with a campus officer to meet with us. We were told that nothing could be done. So every night, there are a dozen or so drunken, loud, rowdy, vulgar heathens outside my door with guns. And no one seems to be concerned except for my brother, my parents, and me. And all my sane Cullman friends who don't understand why such behavior is tolerated. Maybe I'm just soft. -_- Either way, I'd feel safer back home, and I do believe I will be returning there at the end of this semester. A bachelor's Degree is not worth my own life or my brother's.