year 1
it's been a long time, but let's pretend it never happened.
i've decided to write about my freshmen year of college. some would say that it was a bit disasterous (namely, my family). looking back, my grades that year were quite rubbish, but i had a lot of fun though. with the lack of parental supervision, i went a bit crazy. sleeping at 4am in the morning everyday (missing most 8am classes--what was i thinking?), did little or no studying at all, played doom (deathmatch) over in carlin's room and various other things that i don't remember. i didn't do drugs nor did i drink that year, however, i did something that was much worse. i became infatuated with some girl i met. oh boy, did that hurt. it was horrible. i couldn't get over her until the middle of my sophomore year. what a waste of precious college-hook-up time.
i lived in a triple room up in hedrick hall that year. first of all, even though hedrick had the best view out of all the dorms, it was a bitch to walk to and from campus (especially during the hot months). i didn't like one of my roommates very much, so i spent most of my time in carlin's room hanging out with him, jerry his roommate, trinh, jerry's girlfriend, and mark, who lived off-campus. save for mark, we would eat dinner at sunset cuz it provided the most variety of different foods and a more aesthetically-pleasing dinning room. most of the time, cecilia, charlotte, jonathan and keith would join us. rarer still, would be iwei and pamela coming to have dinner.
basically, my day in a nutshell: wake up at around 12ish, get washed up, go downstairs to the dining hall for lunch, depending on the day, go to an afternoon class, hang out on campus for several hours, head back up to carlin's room, hang out until dinner, have dinner, hang out more at carlin's room, play catch with mark in the sunset quad, go back up to dorm room, sleep.
this was the trend for the first two quarters at UCLA for me. studying wasn't a priority and naturally my GPA was crap. in the fall of 1994, these were the classes i took:
HIST 1A WESTERN CIVILIZATN, GRADE: B-
LING 1 INTR-STUDY-LANGUAGE, GRADE: D
BIOL 40 AIDS&SEXUAL TRANSMT, GRADE: B-
that linguistic class was such a bitch. i hated it with a passion, so maybe that's why i hardly went to it at all. anyway, i was hoping to do better in the bio 40 and hist 1a classes, but i didn't (lack of reading). the only thing of significance that i remember was some guy having a seizure in the middle of one of the bio 40 classes. it freaked everyone out, but at least we got to leave early.
winter quarter 1994 looked like this:
PSYCH 10 INTRODUCTORY PSYCH, GRADE: C
ASTR 3 ASTR-NATURE OF UNIV, GRADE: A-
COM STD 10 INTRO-COMMCTN STDS, GRADE: C
MATH 3A CALC LIFE SCI STDT, GRADE: B
the grades were somewhat better, but still pretty bad. i hated psych cuz the exams were multiple choice, and i'm extremely horrible at them. i did, however, write a paper for which i received an 'A', so that was cool. astronomy was quite entertaining. all i can remember from that class was that i always sat in the aisle seat of the very back row of chairs in MS (math science) 4000 watching people coming and leaving. communication studies was one of the more interesting classes i took. though i did pretty poorly in it, it was still a very good class. it was held in the largest lecture hall at UCLA, moore 100, but that class never had an empty seat. talk about fire hazard; people were camped out on the aisles, which really sucked during rainy days. as for math 3a... decided i wanted to take a math class. man that was stupid.
winter quarter 1994, these were my classes:
ENGCOMP 2 UNIVERSITY WRITING, GRADE: C
MATH 3B CALC LIFE SCI STDT, GRADE: C+
HUMANIT 1D GREAT BOOKS, GRADE: C+
E&S SCI 16 MJR EVNTS-HIST LIFE, GRADE: A-
yes, i failed my subject-a test back in high school, so i had to take remedial english at UCLA. that class sucked, and the instructor kept wanting us to right about our experiences as immigrants. i learned nothing in that class. i don't know why i kept taking calculus classes when i hate trying to figure out integrals and derivatives. it was also at 8am in the morning... it was a loss cause. humanities 1d was the best class that quarter. i read a book by the african author, Chinua Achebe, titled, things fall apart, which was by far one of the best books i read in college. earth and space science 16 was pretty interesting, but i hated it. it was the one class i took in which i had no idea what was happening. all i knew as that i was suppose to "sketch" drawings of the fossils we "examined" during lab hours. other than that, i was pretty lost in that class. (on a special note: the TA for E&S sci was tough and was either missing a finger or had an extra appendage sticking out of his thumb, i can't recall. he told me once to suck it up and get my shit together. cool guy.)
one cool thing i did was i actually hung out on my floor the last quarter; too little too late, though. there were actually some really cool people on my floor. it was funny that everyone knew me as charles' disappearing roommate. charles, the roommate i liked, was really cool. he was kinda like the big brother i never had. that last quarter, we went swimming, played for our floor softball team, and generally hung out together. no too shabby.
bad things i did that year that i can remember:
- as a prank on the roommate that i actually didn't hate and who's from taiwan, i had jonathan crank call our room posing as an INS agent. it was pretty funny.
- to the roommate i hated: i took a pair of my slippers, walked around the toilets in our floor's communal bathroom, and wiped the bottom of it on his pillow. (don't feel disgusted, he was a fucker)
- i asked out a friend, who everyone (especially mark) thought liked me, but in turn didn't. and i was treated to a 2 hour discussion (but more like lecture) on why she and i are friends and only friends in the hallway of her dorm room. thanks a lot, mark. good one, buddy! and i didn't even like her. *sigh*
- in a game of win, lose or draw, i came up with "rolling down the hills in shorts." a classic if you ask me. and also in a game of truth or dare, i had to go up to the front desk of one of the resident halls and ask for some preparation h (as a dare). yeah, humiliation and i go together like mark and cheap japanese porn.
- jerry, carlin's roommate, gave me a hair cut once. when he was finished, i decided i wanted to shave my sides and back. carlin, with his gilette mach 3, decided that i could do without some of my skin and proceeded to butcher my head. granted, i asked him to continue to do it. it was great fun though. i wished i had the guts to shave it all off.
- very late one night, while holding the door for jerry, who was lollygagging with his burrito, i said rather loudly, "dude, jerry, hurry the fuck up. do i look like i'm a black guy or something? holding the damn door for you." no sooner did i say that, when some big, black dude comes strolling around the corner. luckily he didn't do anything, or else i would have kicked his ass. (okay, i fib. sometimes i wonder about my mouth. it's always getting me into trouble.)
if i remember anything more, i'll post it. so there you go, my first year in college. not great, but not so horrible either. at least i didn't kill myself, like that kid in dykstra hall. crazy fucker hung himself in his room. that must have sucked. sometimes you wonder about people.
i've decided to write about my freshmen year of college. some would say that it was a bit disasterous (namely, my family). looking back, my grades that year were quite rubbish, but i had a lot of fun though. with the lack of parental supervision, i went a bit crazy. sleeping at 4am in the morning everyday (missing most 8am classes--what was i thinking?), did little or no studying at all, played doom (deathmatch) over in carlin's room and various other things that i don't remember. i didn't do drugs nor did i drink that year, however, i did something that was much worse. i became infatuated with some girl i met. oh boy, did that hurt. it was horrible. i couldn't get over her until the middle of my sophomore year. what a waste of precious college-hook-up time.
i lived in a triple room up in hedrick hall that year. first of all, even though hedrick had the best view out of all the dorms, it was a bitch to walk to and from campus (especially during the hot months). i didn't like one of my roommates very much, so i spent most of my time in carlin's room hanging out with him, jerry his roommate, trinh, jerry's girlfriend, and mark, who lived off-campus. save for mark, we would eat dinner at sunset cuz it provided the most variety of different foods and a more aesthetically-pleasing dinning room. most of the time, cecilia, charlotte, jonathan and keith would join us. rarer still, would be iwei and pamela coming to have dinner.
basically, my day in a nutshell: wake up at around 12ish, get washed up, go downstairs to the dining hall for lunch, depending on the day, go to an afternoon class, hang out on campus for several hours, head back up to carlin's room, hang out until dinner, have dinner, hang out more at carlin's room, play catch with mark in the sunset quad, go back up to dorm room, sleep.
this was the trend for the first two quarters at UCLA for me. studying wasn't a priority and naturally my GPA was crap. in the fall of 1994, these were the classes i took:
HIST 1A WESTERN CIVILIZATN, GRADE: B-
LING 1 INTR-STUDY-LANGUAGE, GRADE: D
BIOL 40 AIDS&SEXUAL TRANSMT, GRADE: B-
that linguistic class was such a bitch. i hated it with a passion, so maybe that's why i hardly went to it at all. anyway, i was hoping to do better in the bio 40 and hist 1a classes, but i didn't (lack of reading). the only thing of significance that i remember was some guy having a seizure in the middle of one of the bio 40 classes. it freaked everyone out, but at least we got to leave early.
winter quarter 1994 looked like this:
PSYCH 10 INTRODUCTORY PSYCH, GRADE: C
ASTR 3 ASTR-NATURE OF UNIV, GRADE: A-
COM STD 10 INTRO-COMMCTN STDS, GRADE: C
MATH 3A CALC LIFE SCI STDT, GRADE: B
the grades were somewhat better, but still pretty bad. i hated psych cuz the exams were multiple choice, and i'm extremely horrible at them. i did, however, write a paper for which i received an 'A', so that was cool. astronomy was quite entertaining. all i can remember from that class was that i always sat in the aisle seat of the very back row of chairs in MS (math science) 4000 watching people coming and leaving. communication studies was one of the more interesting classes i took. though i did pretty poorly in it, it was still a very good class. it was held in the largest lecture hall at UCLA, moore 100, but that class never had an empty seat. talk about fire hazard; people were camped out on the aisles, which really sucked during rainy days. as for math 3a... decided i wanted to take a math class. man that was stupid.
winter quarter 1994, these were my classes:
ENGCOMP 2 UNIVERSITY WRITING, GRADE: C
MATH 3B CALC LIFE SCI STDT, GRADE: C+
HUMANIT 1D GREAT BOOKS, GRADE: C+
E&S SCI 16 MJR EVNTS-HIST LIFE, GRADE: A-
yes, i failed my subject-a test back in high school, so i had to take remedial english at UCLA. that class sucked, and the instructor kept wanting us to right about our experiences as immigrants. i learned nothing in that class. i don't know why i kept taking calculus classes when i hate trying to figure out integrals and derivatives. it was also at 8am in the morning... it was a loss cause. humanities 1d was the best class that quarter. i read a book by the african author, Chinua Achebe, titled, things fall apart, which was by far one of the best books i read in college. earth and space science 16 was pretty interesting, but i hated it. it was the one class i took in which i had no idea what was happening. all i knew as that i was suppose to "sketch" drawings of the fossils we "examined" during lab hours. other than that, i was pretty lost in that class. (on a special note: the TA for E&S sci was tough and was either missing a finger or had an extra appendage sticking out of his thumb, i can't recall. he told me once to suck it up and get my shit together. cool guy.)
one cool thing i did was i actually hung out on my floor the last quarter; too little too late, though. there were actually some really cool people on my floor. it was funny that everyone knew me as charles' disappearing roommate. charles, the roommate i liked, was really cool. he was kinda like the big brother i never had. that last quarter, we went swimming, played for our floor softball team, and generally hung out together. no too shabby.
bad things i did that year that i can remember:
- as a prank on the roommate that i actually didn't hate and who's from taiwan, i had jonathan crank call our room posing as an INS agent. it was pretty funny.
- to the roommate i hated: i took a pair of my slippers, walked around the toilets in our floor's communal bathroom, and wiped the bottom of it on his pillow. (don't feel disgusted, he was a fucker)
- i asked out a friend, who everyone (especially mark) thought liked me, but in turn didn't. and i was treated to a 2 hour discussion (but more like lecture) on why she and i are friends and only friends in the hallway of her dorm room. thanks a lot, mark. good one, buddy! and i didn't even like her. *sigh*
- in a game of win, lose or draw, i came up with "rolling down the hills in shorts." a classic if you ask me. and also in a game of truth or dare, i had to go up to the front desk of one of the resident halls and ask for some preparation h (as a dare). yeah, humiliation and i go together like mark and cheap japanese porn.
- jerry, carlin's roommate, gave me a hair cut once. when he was finished, i decided i wanted to shave my sides and back. carlin, with his gilette mach 3, decided that i could do without some of my skin and proceeded to butcher my head. granted, i asked him to continue to do it. it was great fun though. i wished i had the guts to shave it all off.
- very late one night, while holding the door for jerry, who was lollygagging with his burrito, i said rather loudly, "dude, jerry, hurry the fuck up. do i look like i'm a black guy or something? holding the damn door for you." no sooner did i say that, when some big, black dude comes strolling around the corner. luckily he didn't do anything, or else i would have kicked his ass. (okay, i fib. sometimes i wonder about my mouth. it's always getting me into trouble.)
if i remember anything more, i'll post it. so there you go, my first year in college. not great, but not so horrible either. at least i didn't kill myself, like that kid in dykstra hall. crazy fucker hung himself in his room. that must have sucked. sometimes you wonder about people.
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