April 26, 2013


Someone please sympathize with me on this one. I knew transferring to UCLA was competitive, but I had no idea that it was this competitive. What you’re looking at are the statistics of admitted transfer students at UCLA in the Fall of 2012. I am extremely discouraged after having looked at this. I know that I have told numerous people that I have accepted that I will probably settle for going to CSU Pamona, but to be honest, if that were to happen, I would be disappointed with myself. I may have to resort to going to a community college and transfer in that way, since the UC system gives priority to transfer students from community colleges. 

(Source: admissions.ucla.edu)

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April 25, 2013


Unit #7.

Enclosed by this door is what I will be calling “home”, for the time being that is. I feel almost nomadic, with no real place to call my own. Maybe this arguably undesired, compellent phase of my life is what I need to find and understand myself on a deeper level. The only thing that excites me about my current situation is the urban setting that I will be immersed into.

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April 16, 2013


Simplicity, to me, has always been the essence of good taste.

Cary Grant

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April 6, 2013


April 1, 2013


I'm about to get kicked out of my house and my parents are constantly triggering me and making me mentally unstable and I just don't know what to do. I know you went through something similar, how did you cope? How are you doing now? Did you find somewhere cheap to live? I'm just trying to see if maybe I too can make it out on my own before I completely lose it.
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I’m really sorry that you are having to go through this. It goes without saying that it hurts, but that’s just the reality of it all. 

The way I coped with it initially was that I avoided being at home as much as possible. After having gotten the notice to move out, I could not stand being in the same room as my parents. The only time I came home was either when I knew they weren’t going to be there or when they were already asleep. But after reflecting on the situation for awhile, I realized that this would only make me a stronger person in the end. It was this that gave me the motivation to want to prove them wrong. Prove to them that my “life-style” and life choices aren’t the wrong ones for me. Deep down I know that I will get to where I want to be in life and become successful with or without their support. Along with this self-reflection, I was fortunate enough to have a few people that truly love me and genuinely care for my well-being. I honestly don’t know how I would have made it without their support. It is with these very few people that I had to learn to push my pride off to the side. Everyone needs a little help here and there; don’t be ashamed of it and don’t be afraid to accept it.

Currently, I’m hanging in there. As much as I hate to admit it, I have in part learned the lesson my parents are trying to teach me. The world is a hard place to live in. Everyday is a struggle for me. I’m taking a total of sixteen units between SDSU and Mesa Community College and working two jobs. The stress of how I’m going to make ends meet never goes away. I would be lying if I told you that there weren’t days that I get this overwhelming feeling of depression and loneliness, but it’s just one of those things you’re going to have to fight through. 

I was able to find an apartment that was “cheap”, well as cheap as it can get in San Diego. The main websites that I used to search for apartments were craigslist.com and forrent.com. I would strongly suggest finding a roommate to help you pay for the rent, or move in with someone who has a vacant room.

Just know that everyone’s struggle is relative to one’s own life. Don’t have the mentality that you’re going to eventually “lose it”. That will help you none. This will be a time that you’ll have to make a lot of sacrifices, but don’t compromise yourself as a person. I hope this all helped at least a little bit. 

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