Third Times A Charm

Third Times A Charm

I'll get there one day.

It's only the third week of school and I'm already trying to decide if I want to be stripper, a drug dealer, or where I want to set up my nice cardboard box.I'm literally swimming in quizzes, essays, projects and whatever else you can think of and they're all due within the next two seconds. The crazy part about all this is that I'm currently in what my teacher likes to call a "success" class. Basically, I meet with her and other students that are failing at life once a week and we discuss different ways to manage time and juggle everything we have going on in life. Sounds like a great tool to help an incoming freshman right? Wrong!

One thing you should know is that I'm a junior. The second thing that you should know is that this woman has given me just as much work as any other teacher, which defeats the purpose of helping manage work. Now if you are in high school or a freshman and you're reading this, you might think that I'm sad and pathetic for being in college for three years and still don’t know how to manage my time and work. Well when you complete your first semester, read this article again and I promise you are going to feel every word in your soul. (Or at least that first sentence.)

Adjusting to college is more than just trying to get used to eating Ramen noodles on a daily basis and figuring out what a "syllabus" is. For every person it's different. Depending on what it is, what resources you have, and just what kind of person you are determines just how long it'll take you to adjust. So that you understand why I'm still struggling, I'm going to take you guys back to a couple weeks before starting my freshman year. My world turned upside down and forever changed when I found out my mom had breast cancer. Right then and there, my world just stopped and I was not ready to press start any time soon. When I found this out, I didn’t want to go off to college anymore, I wanted to stay home and go to a local college so I could take care of her.

My mom forced me (almost kicking and screaming) to go where I had originally planned to go. Now that I look back on it, I'm glad she did. Had she not, I wouldn’t have met my best friend, Titiana, my great friend Ada or any of the other many great people I have in my life now. My first year, I spent every weekend driving home to be with my mom. Of course, you can imagine between packing, driving, running errands, having mental breakdowns and then driving back to school all within two days, I didn’t get much homework done. At school, I constantly walked around thinking about my mom and if she was alright. In turn, that meant I wasn’t focusing at all. I see this as nobody's fault, just a factor in my life that affected me tremendously. Quite frankly, I didn’t know how to deal with it, and I'm not going to lie, I still don't.

My sophomore year was a little better, but not much. My mom was doing better but then I discovered the wonderful world of apartments. I know what you're thinking. No more cramped dorm rooms, no more RA's, goodbye Ramen noodles and hello private bathroom. This was all true. My apartment was one of the best things that could've ever happened to me except for one thing, it turned me into a hermit crab. I literally went to class and came back to my apartment. The exception, going to work, was just another obstacle in adjusting. I did nothing on campus, I barely saw my friends, and I went nowhere.

Not having to deal with people was such a big relief that Ijust stayed in my room unless I was going to work. The problem with staying in your room is that nine times out of ten you're in the bed and you’re not getting anything accomplished. If you are it's not very much, even when you think it is. Also being at work until 10:30 or 11:00 at night five times a week doesn’t help. To sum it all up, I wasn’t going to the library, I wasn’t involved with anything on campus and I wasn’t focused (again).

Now, we've reached my junior year. My mom is doing pretty well, I only work on the weekends. To be honest, this professor that teaches my success class has actually given me some pretty good tips on how to manage my time. I actually bought a planner, so I guess I'll use it and I make myself go to the library when I have free time. (Of course, I would rather be sleeping.) It's only the third week and things are still a little crazy. I haven't had a lot of time to apply the other new tips and get used to my rearranged life. However, I think that this year might be my year. Put this thought in your head and ask yourself, is third times a charm actually true?

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22 New Things That I Want To Try Now That I'm 22

A bucket list for my 22nd year.


"I don't know about you but I'm feelin' 22," I have waited 6 long years to sing that and actually be 22! Now 22 doesn't seem like a big deal to people because you can't do anything that you couldn't do before and you're still super young. But I'm determined to make my 22nd year a year filled with new adventures and new experiences. So here's to 22.

1. Go sky diving.

What's crazier than jumping out of a plane? (Although I'll probably try indoor skydiving first.)

2. Go cliff jumping/diving.

I must be the only Rhode Islander who hasn't gone to Jamestown and jumped off a cliff.

3. Ride in a hot air balloon.

Up, up and away.

4. Try out skiing.

Cash me in the next Olympics, how bout dat.

5. Try out snow boarding.

Shawn White, I'm coming for you.

6. Go bungee jumping.

Because at least this time I'll be attached to something.

7. Go to Portugal.

I mean I'm Portuguese so I have to go at some point, right?

8. Go to Cape Verde.

Once again, I'm Cape Verdean so I have to go.

9. Vist one of the seven wonders of the world.

I mean hey, Egypt's on, my bucket list.

10. Try out surfing.

It's only natural that somebody from the Ocean State knows how to surf.

11. Learn a new langauge.

Because my little bit of Portuguese, Spanish and Latin isn't cutting it anymore.

12. Travel to a state that I've never been to before.

Fun fact: I've only been to 17 of the 50 states.

13. Go paddle boarding.

Pretty boring but I've never done it.

14. Go scuba diving.

I'm from the Ocean State so I guess I should see the ocean up close and personal.

15. Learn how to line dance.

There's actually a barn in my state that does line dancing, so this one will definitely get crossed off.

16. Go kayaking.

All this water around me and I haven't done a lot of the water activites.

17. Stay the night in a haunted hotel room.

I bet if I got my friends to come with me, it would be like the Suite Life of Zach and Cody episode, minus the ghost coming out of the wall but you never know.

18. Get my palms read.

Because who doesn't want to know their future.

19. Go to a medium.

Like a medium that can communicate with people that have died.

20. Take a helicopter ride.

Air plane: check Helicopter:....

21. Sleep under the stars.

Because sleeping in a tent is more like glamping than camping

22. Just to try new things in my everyday life.

Whether it's trying a new restaurant, getting something different at my usual restaurants, changing my usual style, going on the scary rides at amusement parks, and bringing things I used to do back into my life now.

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I Woke up In The Middle Of The Night To Write About My Fears, They're Worse Than The Dark

One minute I'm thinking about what I want to do after college next thing I know I'm remembering the time I tried talking to a boy and choked on my spit.


It is one of those nights when I am tired, but for some reason, I can't seem to fall asleep. So, what do I do? I pull out my laptop, and I begin to write. Who knows where it will lead. It could lead to a killer article or something that does not make sense. I mean it is almost 2 A.M. In my mind, that's pretty late.

Anyways, let's do this thing.

Like many people, thoughts seem to pile up in my head at this time. It could be anything from a time when I was younger to embarrassing stories to wondering why I am "wasting" my time somewhere to thoughts about the future. All of these things come at me like a wildfire. One minute I'm thinking about what I want to do after college next thing I know I'm remembering the time I tried talking to a boy and choked on my spit.

The thought that is going through my mind as I write this is about the future. It's about the future of my fears. Let me explain. I have multiple fears. Some of my fears I can hide pretty well, others I am terrible at hiding. My fears may seem silly to some. While others might have the same fears. Shall we start?

1. My career

I don't know where to begin with this one. For as long as I can remember, my consistent dream job has been working in the world of sports, specifically hockey. A career in sports can be and is a challenging thing. The public eye is on you constantly. A poor trade choice? Fans are angry. Your team sucks? "Fans" are threatening to cheer for someone else if you can't get your sh*t together. You can be blamed for anything and everything. Whether you are the coach, general manager, owner, it does not matter. That's terrifying to me, but for some reason, I want to work for a team.

2. My family

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Failing with my family, whether that be the family I was born into or my future family, it terrifies me. I have watched families around me fall apart and I have seen how it has affected them. Relationships have fallen apart because of it. I have heard people talk about how much they hate one of their parents because of what happened. I don't want that.

3. Time

This could be a dumb fear. I'm not sure, but I fear time. With every minute that passes, I am just another minute closer to the end. With every day that passes that I am not accomplishing goals or dreams I have, I am losing precious time. It scares me to think of something horrible like "What if I die tomorrow because of something horrific?" or even worse, "What if I don't make it through today?" It's terrible, I know.

4. Forgetting precious memories

When I was younger, I had brain surgery. It is now much harder for me to remember things. I am truly terrified that I am going to forget things I will want to hold close to me forever, but I won't be able to. I am scared I'll forget about the little things that mean a lot. I'm afraid of forgetting about old memories that may disappear. I'm worried that I'll forget about something like my wedding day. That might seem out of this world, but it's a reality for me.

5. Saying "goodbye"

I hate saying bye. It is one of my least favorite things. Saying bye, especially to people I don't know when I'll see again, is a stab in the heart for me. I love my people so much. I love being around them. I love laughing with them. Thought of never having a hello with them again scares me beyond belief.

6. Leaving places that I love

Alright, let me start off by saying this- it takes a lot for me to love a place. It has to feel like home. It has to make me feel comfortable. It has to be a place I can go to and be myself. Thankfully, I have had and still have multiple places that are like that. I have also had places I could not wait to leave. I think that's why leaving places I love is so hard and something I fear so much. I am afraid I'll never get that place "back", for lack of a better term. I guess, I'm trying to say, it's like a piece of me is leaving as well.

These six things are just the start of my fears. Some of these might seem "dumb" or "ridiculous" to you, but for me, it's my life. These are the things that I think about the most. These are the things that feel like a pit in my stomach. These six things are parts of my life that mean a lot to me.

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