March Madness

I'm sitting in the library waiting for this hour to zoom by so I can sprint (well, really just walk at a fast pace.) to the caf and hastily devour whatever crappy food they have to offer. As my stomach growles I thought back to my thoughts when I woke up this morning. It is March I have barely a month and a half left of my firt year in college. Socially it was everything I hoped for but academically and financially mysel;f and the school could have done alot better. I know next year I will do alot better but, sometimes I think to myself do I want a next year, in Tallahassee. Now don't get me wrong, I love FAMU the people I have met and the experiences I've had I will never forget. Sometimes I just wanna to go to a culinary arts school and open a restaurant. I think that it's probably just a scapegoat because I know right now that would be alot easier (and cheaper) to do. Eventhough I pretty much know I'm never going to actually do that. It would kinda be nice (and cheaper).
My last blog was just a culmination of frustrations and a exxageration of a couple of things but is the frustration really worth it? Who know's? I know alot of this is PMS talking so plz don't leave comments about how I should follow my dream of being a chef lol. Because I'd really rather be a marine biologist. But I'm starting to think that would be a big hill to climb.....at FAMU.

Contemplating Carefully,
Tay Lin