Thurs. Jan. 31, 2019 2, 3, and 4 of 100 Productivity Days - clearly I haven’t been on for a bit.

So, day 2: Monday (28), I helped a pregnant cousin clean her new house/trailer before she could move in. After, I tutored a one girl (at her school) and then 4 kids (at their house). I help them with their spelling and reading (just the girl). I use a method created by Romalda B. Spalding, that focuses on phonics. Anyway, long day, lots of driving.

Day 3, Tuesday (29), I had classes. I studied for the vocab quiz, and read and wrote vocab for my upcoming chapters in sociology - so much fun.. Took notes on macroeconomics, as much as I could handle before hurting myself.

Visited my transfer university yesterday....fell in love! It's on the smaller side, because all the buildings are clustered around 2 courtyard areas, with the residence halls, sports fields, and parking lots on the edges of campus. My favorite nonacademic part, is the movie theater. Students watch for free and concessions are $1; it shows movies a month after they're released.

Last night I worked out my schedule for next semester, but enrollment isn't for 2 weeks - I think I am a little too excited, especially considering my admission isn't finalized.

On another note, had a Sociology test today. I didn't study, but I think I got an A.

So during this month we've gotta study hard because the finals are coming. Well apparently some of them don't care about it. They bullies, still bullying people that are weaker than themselves. You're gonna say "LOL, like I care" right? But no. I care and your argument is invalid. Because obviously, right now they're aiming on me.

I've got to know this two "friends" of mine when I was a victim of a bigger bully at school. They treated me well, even went to outings at night. I thought they're supposed to be a keeper but no. After I got acquainted with the bullies and everything just went away, the trouble came. They came.

They'd call me a slut, just because I dated 1 guy at school. 1 guy. Only 1. Who knows if they have the thoughts of sleeping with thousands of guys in our school?! Nobody knows. And well, nobody cares though. They'd laugh at me because I failed to open the van door at one try. Everybody makes mistakes! And they'd make my mistake even bigger.

They hate on me in a way I'd call stalking. It's not your daily hate-on-peoples. It's more like those kinda hate like "I hate you so I will stalk you every day, every hour, every second and laugh every thing that you did" hate. And sadly, we need to sit accordingly to a not-updated seating table, and I need to sit next to one of the "stalker haters". Funny right? Because at the first day of school, she's the only one I know and I had a feeling I must sit with her. LOL I'm regretting.