Almost doesn’t count with College

TODAY IS THE LAST DAY OF THE SEMESTER!!!!!! for UVI (the university of the Virgin Islands). Can you tell that I am hella excited? I sure hope you can! Exams are next week then I am Free At last! Free At Last! Thank God Almighty.

But then I have to return the following two weeks after for summer Classes and then after those 6 weeks are over, I have to come back in august…or is it September? Regardless, I have to come back, and suffer all over again.

Which is why Almost doesn’t count with College.

There is nothing more aggravating than having someone sit there and tell you “Well, you’re almost over.” *Insert their stupid smiling face*. You could have kept that statement to yourself. It’s not reassuring. All you’re doing is reminding me that I have to return to this hellish place, the bane of my existence, because it ISN’T over.

I think, for most college students, the sentence we really want to hear is “CONGRATULATIONS, YOU’VE GRADUATED” and everything else that doesn’t say that is worthless.

It’s like highschool all over again. I’m always excited the first day of classes because it means another semester is about to go by. Then I hate the rest of the semester until the very last day. It’s a system if you will. You don’t mess with the system. And “Almost” doesn’t apply in the system. The system is black and white. I am in college until I am no longer in college either by graduation or dropout…regardless, there is no almost here.

It’s like having that teacher that returns your test and goes “Oh, you almost passed!” Yeah, I bet that makes you feel giddy about that big ass F you just received.

That aside. SCHOOL IS OUT!!!!!



Supporting Your own

When I first started this blog, I didn’t expect anyone to read it at all. At least, not anyone from home and I’ll take this chance to explain why.

I live in the United States Virgin Islands, on the island of St. Croix. It is the largest of the three islands (St. Thomas and St. John are the other two). I refuse to just say Virgin Islands because there are another set of islands called the British Virgin Islands and if you just say VI people tend to get confused. It makes sense if you ask me.

The islands are actually very small. You may need to find a magnifying glass to find us, and ignorant people from other countries assume that we are all Jamaican because of our accent–because apparently Jamaica is the only island in the caribbean (seriously, what is wrong with people?).

Now, considering how Tiny we are, you would think that we would be a close knit group of people. No. No we’re really not. And I’m not trying to put us down, I’m just being honest. More often than not, we don’t show each other support. Rather, we tear each other down whenever we see another person getting ahead or just because it’s Tuesday and we need to unload some prior bitchness that we failed to get out.

There are many people that try to do something with themselves whether it is singing, sewing, designing, writing, and it’s SAD that the only real people that gain support are those involved in music or “Modeling” (which consists of people that look good in the face paying “Photographers” (anyone with a nice camera) to take pictures of them). So then what about the others? Are we going to just blatantly ignore the talents and aspirations of others because it’s not part of the mainstream?

Reading and writing are so neglected that it churns my stomach to think about it. You can take 8 minutes out of your life to watch another female beat the living shit out of another, you can spend hours reading the negative responses of some Twitter beef, but you can’t take 2 minutes of your life to read something possibly inspirational written by your peers? Is this a matter of morality? It seems so.

I have “friends” that I know have seen me tirelessly promoting my writing, whether it is my blog or the stories that I write and it is awful that they would just bypass it, but of course later I would see you sharing the video of some poor 12 year old child sucking a male’s appendage for 15 minutes!!

More so, It appears to be a matter of popularity and appearance. I’m not the prettiest person in the world, nor am I the most known. So, I get overlooked in our itty bitty community. I don’t want fame, Frankly, I prefer to stay out of the spotlight, but I question why society is so focused on the outward appearances of others that everyone else, that people who are far more brilliant both in personality and intelligence, are ignored. Considering that most gained that popularity through spreading their genitals around, I would never envy them, but it’s sickening that these are the people that garner so much attention.

I expect my blog and my writings to be ignored by my peers. Hell, my peers seem to think it’s cool that they “Don’t read” and then wonder why they read//spell//and write at a 2nd grade level.

Majority of my readers come from other parts of the world, and I can’t even imagine how. I am grateful for the readers that I have now, and I thank you all for having put up with my ramblings for so long.

As for home. Oh well. I’ll support those that I see for myself are not selfish and are considerate enough to take time out of their day to support others. For instance, is ran by a friend of mine and She’s also a music education major, vocalist, musician, blogger and photographer. I’ll support her for as long as I possibly can. Why? Because A, She’s awesome; B) she’s promoted my page when VERY VERY VERY few others I call friend has, and C) She’s friggin Awesome…Okay and her blog is amusing, interesting, and educational. I didn’t put the link there for style, Please do look at it.

To those of you at home that ARE reading, Thank you too. I just wish we really did “support our own” instead of using that line whenever it suits us to make us look better when we really don’t.


Gotta Love the New Semester

So Spring Semester 2013 has officially started and I have all the classes I wanted with the exception of Spanish because I was pretty much forced to take that. I don’t speak spanish very well besides the basics and I really wanted french, but hey, you don’t always get what you want.

So, the day starts off pretty well. I go to spanish, all excited, of course I don’t have my textbook because my financial aid hasn’t kicked in yet. It’s the first day of class, what evil teacher would make you do work on the very first day anyways? So, I reach to Class and I’m one of the first few people there. This older lady is there and decides to hold a conversation with me about rushing from work to go to class and then she would have to leave again to go back to work when it was over. Cool. I just smiled and added my part because she was nice. All the while I’m thinking “Wow, she’s kinda….decrepit.” No, seriously, she was old. At least in her 70’s. Anyways, the Teacher comes in, everyone turns to face her, she opens her mouth and “Spanish Spanish Spanish Spanish Y Spanish Spanish Spanish Spanish.” Now, I understand this is a spanish class, but for the first 25 minutes of class she spoke in nothing but spanish. This isn’t advanced spanish mind you, this is “Fundamental Spanish I” in other words “Spanish for dummies.” She was even asking us questions and trying to get us to introduce ourselves. I think the most common phrase for class was “Jo no se (I don’t know)” We were all lost, but after a while, we got an understanding and thankfully she started speaking english before class ended. Oh, she said Class would be predominantly spoken in spanish so I guess I better become friendly with that text book pretty soon.

Now the fun part. You just gotta Love my school. So, I went to the financial aid office to fix up my loans and stuff since I have 2 hours before my next class. Long story short, I got it done, I got my loan. I went to the cashier to accept my charges and CHA CHING the University actually owes me money. $402 to be exact. Praise baby Jesus. Hallelujah. I am ecstatic. Awesome, I just saved money without switching to geico. Guess who’s going to get those textbooks now? I am! So, I rush to the bookstore to get my books. The total comes up to $390.50. I’m at the register and the guys tells me “You need a voucher to get your books.” Tall Greek dude says what? He rings up my stuff and gives me the receipt and sends me back to the business office to get this voucher and then I would have to come all the way to get my stuff and then STILL go back onto campus for class. Let me tell you, my legs were cursing me. And to make matters worse, After waiting in that ridiculously long line for all of that, he tells me that when I get back I have to go into the line again. Ugh.

When that hell was over with, I go to Broadcast Communications. I was ready for this class. I cannot wait to get to the fun stuff. But it gets better. After thinking I had all my books, Teacher man goes “You need this other book” I’m like, Really? I really have to go spend more money? Cool. Class is over, I have 15 minutes till my next class which, thanks to my skillful ways of registering for class, happens to be in the same room. I rush out of the classroom and go the business office and ask “Do I need to go to the bookstore to get the voucher or can I get it here and then go the bookstore.” As if life was that easy. Nope. You have to go the bookstore first, get the receipt, then go the business office to get the voucher and then back to the bookstore. Oh yeah. Logic is just wasted on these people. Why not just give me the damn voucher, or better yet, the flipping money, and let me buy what I have to and be done with it. But who am to question the methods of a UNIVERSITY OF HIGHER LEARNING. Again. Ugh.

Get to the bookstore, the book I need is 42.75. Well, I decided to buy it another day. I rush back to class only to find out there are only currently 5 people in my entire class, and my teacher was almost 15 minutes late. My “Forget it” kicked in right then and there. All that running around, only to reach before the teacher. My legs were killing me, I was tired, I was sleepy, I was ready to go home.

Go home? You have no ride home Markida. Yay! I forgot about that.

No worries, I got home safely though, and that was the end of my day. I have homework already And all I’m thinking while I type this is….

Is it friday yet?