on a higher note

First off sorry my last entry was so dramatic. I was just...really pissed.

Besides that whole situation, everything is great. The more time I spend at Grand Valley the more I love it. I agree with Nida: I wouldn't go back to high school if they paid me. I love this thing called college, I like to think that college loves me. THE FREEEEEEEDDDDDOOOOOMMMM is so amazing. I love the fact that I can do my own thing without anyone (my family) putting their say into it. I can come and go as I please, I can eat without having a vegetable on my plate..if I knew any guys I could hang out with them without my brother cock blocking.. And you would think that with all these new responsibilities at hand that I would be stressed out of my mind. But I am actually quite the opposite. I have never been so stressed free in my life. I really don't stress about stuff like I did over the summer and in high school. I finally got my cycle back in order (yay) i think the last time my skin looked this good i was in 5th grade. Stress free is the way to be.

My classes are great. My weird ass political science professor decided to do the cupid shuffle in class last week O__O. I didn't even laugh...it was just...not correct. My science class is still a bunch of fun. We decorated rainbows with glitter for a class calendar( I should be doing science homework right now but I decided to update this).

I joined a group called the Black Student Union which is the college form of B.A.S.I.C....should be fun. I am also thinking about joining a sorority next semester, despite my mom's complaints. I talked to her about it, and the conversation went something like this:

mom: "I don't want you to join a sorority this year."

Brooke: "didn't you say you wanted me to get involved?"

mom:..... (admits defeat)

Brooke:"I win!"

This weekend went pretty swell. It was my friend Katie's birthday so we went out. Our goal was to hit up around 5 or 6 clubs. We hit up 5. Mission acomplished. Then Saturday night the black fraternities hosted this dance called the icebreaker...it was basically like homecoming dance without a dress code and there were no teachers telling us not to juke. Good times.

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