“1997 or 1998… I think this was the first photo we ever took together. We had just told Chester that we wanted him to join the band. He said he was ready to move out from Arizona to L.A. We went to a pizza place near UCLA to hang out and talk about what to do next. The band was called Xero at the time, and we probably had less than a half a dozen songs. No flame tattoos yet, no red hair yet, most of us were still in college."
Ok I planned on getting to just chapter 12 before college starts again (barely finished chapter 5 yESTERDAY and I’ll be moving back to UCLA in just about a month LOL). I really had no motivation for anything school related this summer but I guess it was a good break??
Going to start chapter six right now (LOOOL). When should I start packing hmm
When I was younger my parents would always remind me to focus on myself and put others after. My parents especially stressed the absence of a boyfriend until studies are over. But I’ve come to realize that for some people, like myself, having others around is important, so long as they are respectful and enriching. Study buddy has helped me refocus and recover, and he reminds me of my long term goals. I was teasing him (this morning or last night?? I can’t remember?) by asking him “what do you want from me!!!” And he said “for you to become the doctor you want to be” and I was like aww. what a guy.
So my best advice is to find a trustworthy support network. They can actually be grounding instead of distracting.
Also don’t major in biochemistry at ucla it hard
ps. today I visited study buddy at work and his face when he saw me sitting at the cafe tables from where he was behind the counters was priceless lol ((((；ﾟДﾟ)))))))
Mami, papi, we did it! After 22 long years of picking strawberries, nurturing the fresas, day after day, being kissed by the sun, I am finally your fruition today. I am the fresa you’ve worked so hard to preserve, to love, to nurture. Today, i am ready to be the sweetest thing you ever did grow. This degree is for the immigrant families that have crossed borders and who have thrived. mami, papi, this degree is ours, the strawberries can no longer claim you as their own.
There comes a point past acceptance and denial that leads to just numbness. It’s not a pleasant feeling, full of hopelessness and nothing. That’s how this feels. Just plain numb. I knew it was bound to happen 5 years ago when I was accepted into DACA. Five years and my life turned around for the better. My options that were limited suddenly became limitless. I became limitless. And I took that by the reins and I flew. I paid for my own education, earned my grades, in return was admitted into not one but two honor societies. I financed my own car, a job I loved and experience to back it up. I’ve worked for everything that I have ever had, with the support of my family and friends I felt confident and safe. Now? It’s all just numb. I want to have hope that this is just a nightmare, that this is all just fake news and that this isn’t happening. But life doesn’t work like that. I am a Dreamer. I am a DACA recipient. I am no criminal, my family is no criminal. Me and the 800,000 individuals have proved that we deserve to be here just as much as any of our colleagues, and classmates. Our degrees, our education, our contributions have meant something. We’re not going to sit here and allow some small minded administration tell us otherwise. We matter, everything that we have done in this country matters. Many of my friends may not have known, mainly because I wasn’t different from any of them. We aren’t different from anyone. As unclear as the future is, we know we have mattered. That we have been heard. This isn’t the end, no matter how much of a defeat this feels like. This is the home we have known, the country we have been raised in. We belong here just as much as the next person. No one can tell us otherwise. This fight is not over. History will know our story. Our Dreams will be heard. I am a Dreamer. I am DACA. And I won’t give up on that, our story has just begun.
Chemistry is so hard. I’m either not working hard enough or the quarter system is just too fast… I had the second chem midterm on Thursday and I’m pretty sure I got a C :) :( but oh well.
I don’t know why the bad things that happened last quarter and early this quarter are starting to come back and bother me lately. Is this what healing is supposed to be…crashing back like waves on a cliff??