let's BACKTRACK

(Yes, I know this is a little late, but whatever. At least I’m actually doing it!)

In this new year, I plan to…

Be more truthful to my feelings

Give more attention to others

Be more studious and procrastinate less

Be more understanding to other’s feelings and situations

Be of more help around the house

Be less paranoid

Appreciate my friends and family more

Be less of a burden to those I work with

Be less violent (okay, maybe there’s one I won’t be able to keep >.>)

And on my first SAT, I got a 1950. I was hoping something about 50+ points higher, but I guess I did pretty well for my first one :]

01/2009   SAT Reasoning Test    
  Critical Reading ___________________640____88%
  Math____________________________660____ 88%
  Writing__________________________650____90%
  Multiple Choice_____________66 (score range: 20-80)  
  Essay_______________________8 (score range: 2-12)

I really need to work on critical reading and math. Must get an 800 in math! >:O

My mom is always telling everyone (including myself) that she never forces me to do anything I do not like. Well, that’s a big fat lie. I don’t want to learn how to drive. I hate cars. I didn’t even want to get my permit. And there she is, forcing me to take my permit and to go to behind the wheel. She thinks she knows me and what is best for me, but she really doesn’t. I like to do things at my own pace. If she keeps reminding me to do this and do that even though I already know what I should be doing, it’ll just make me want to do the things she asks of me less. I’m counting. Everytime she tells me to call Bobs’s, that’s another day where I won’t call. Somehow, I see myself as one of those rebellious punk kids, except I’m not a rebellious punk kid. I’m  really just sick and tired of the way my mom treats me. I can’t wait to get out of here. I think that’ll be my prime motivation for getting into Yale now. I just want to be as far away as I can from my mom. Even if I end up in a college near Covina, there’s no way in hell I’m coming back on the weekends even if she came and drove me home herself (Alas! Another reason to not learn how to drive).