I’m not really one to reflect, since I don’t like to relive the past. But my therapist thinks it’s a good idea to reflect from time to time and think about how things went. So here it is: my reflection of this semester.
It went… okay. There were a lot of ups and a lot of downs this semester. Not only with academics, but with my life in general. The semester started off weird. I had my first 8:00 a.m. class here at MCLA. And oh boy, will I never do that again, especially who I had it with. The professor I had has been teaching at MCLA for 51 years, and this man is 77 years old. So you can probably tell how it went. The very first day of class, he said, and I quote, “I’ve had tenure for a while, so I don’t really care anymore,” and also “I’m sorry I’m a mess. And I’m sorry if it reflects in this class.” This isn’t something I need to hear my first day of class. And my god, this class was something. It was an experience I’m okay with having once. Once is enough. My other classes went really well, and I liked all my classes. I had to retake a class, but it went better than last time. My favorite class was my Cognitive Psychology class, since this is the career I plan on pursuing.
Socially, on the other hand, this is where a lot of my downs were. There has been some drama this semester, and it’s all making me realize that I don’t need this in my life. It’s causing me unnecessary stress and distress. Starting Dec. 13, the day I leave, I’m not taking any more shit from people. I’m going to better myself because it will help me so much. I’ve already started doing that by voluntarily going to therapy. I’ve been going for about a month now, and I was nervous about it at first. But, with my third session happening on Dec. 11, I’m actually happy to be going. I’m someone who doesn’t trust easily, so I’m very picky about who I discuss my problems with. The woman I go to is amazing. She makes me feel like the things I feel and the situations I’m put in are valid and that I have a right to feel the way I do. It’s going so well, that I have an appointment with MCLA’s psychiatry next semester, because she also agrees that I needs meds along with therapy.
A few of the biggest ups of the semester have been that I’m not failing any of my classes, I’m actually getting help, and I was commissioned $160 to do a canvas for someone so they can give it to them as a Christmas gift, and they actually like it. Finding ups in my life has always been a hard thing to do, but if I can at least find some, then it’s progress. I’m hoping next semester will be a lot better than this one, and I’m hoping everything works out. I’m not going to mention my biggest downs because I’m trying to leave that behind.