At the end of each day's work I often come back home either happy and proud of myself for going to work, or extremely grumpy and tired. The other night, it was the latter. I came out of the train station cussing the horrible stench left by the vegetable stands outside wondering and pondering why people can't be cleaner. Then, I saw her. That middle age lady, about the same age as my mom, sitting on the vegetable stands next to rows of vegetable and fruits. Every night about this time (10-11pm), this woman would be here trying to sell some produce which (I assume by the way) are the leftovers from Whole Foods. Why? What in this world would cause an elderly women to sit outside in the middle of the night, alone, trying to sell some groceries that a store had already discarded just for a few more dollars? Why is this women not entitled to sit at home comfortably with her families as most women of her age are already doing? I walk pass her everyday, secretly hoping that someone will soon buy her fruits and vegetables so she can go home soon. I feel very sorry and sympathetic towards this woman, yet she is the one sitting there with a smile on her face. She was definitely stronger than me. And there I was complaining about my nicely air conditioned, fairly good paying summer job, how selfish of me. Funny how a woman I have no relation to me can affect me so much. I hope she realizes (if not already) how strong of a person she is.

So, I believe summer has officially begun despite all the crazy ups and downs in the thermometer. I'm still looking for a job after applying to four different places already, but rather I get hired or not, I should really just enjoy the free time now. I've been trying to adjust to my home life, but no matter what I do, I seem to miss college. I miss having my own space, my own peace and quiet, and having my clothes in a closet instead of like now--I'm living outta my suitcase. I tried to unpack, but since I came back with so much more stuff than when I left, there's not enough space. Even though the space I had in college was smaller than my room at home, I feel like this room at home is just way to small for me. There's not enough space for my thoughts and new ideas. I guess when a person grows, there's literally and metaphorically less and less space for them.

Nine months have went by, and I'm nearing the end of my college freshmen year. Have to say I learned a lot and met a lot of people throughout these months. Learned a lot about others as wells as myself. I decided I will remain an anthropology major for next year, because not only have I enjoyed both my anthro. classes but I really am beginning to understand that the most important thing about learning is that you enjoy it. Of course, that doesn't mean I'll only take classes that interest me cuz hey, I'm not that lucky (and the school's not that nice.)

Through out the semester, I've met a lot of people. Most were nice, some not...but that's ok, maybe they were having a bad day? My roommates were pretty okay...well to be honest, I wish I got to know them more since half the time I wasn't really there. BUT, I did learn however, that wow, I am considerably a neat person compared to them! Not sure if it's cuz they have no time or whatever, but I wished they tidied up more cuz their stuff were all over the place! Not to get me wrong, they were nice people, but still, there's another thing I don't like, and that's the smell of the room. Imagine ten different kinds of perfumes, cigarettes and I don't know what  else combined all together...just thinking about it makes me cough. Maybe I'm just paranoid about smells but ugh, how do they stand it?? *sigh*, hopefully next semester things will be different with my new roommate. 

Overall, it's been a pretty good year. I'm thankful  for my light workload (compared to others), the good people and the good food.