For The Record

I loved being a student at San Diego State. I loved my whole college experience.

People often ask me, "Don't you wish you could go back?" or "Don't you wish we could do it all over again?" or "Why didn't you stay?" or "Would you live in San Diego again?"

My answers? No, no, no and no.

Let me explain.

I went to San Diego with one singular purpose-- get my degree and move on. Yes, I could have stayed. But by the end of my first year, I was pretty sure that that would not be the case. The city was beautiful. Nice weather, beautiful beaches, decent people, but it wasn't for me to live in beyond my college years. I'm generally a forward thinker*, so for me to linger in the past with hypotheticals such as the above is just not an option; hence, my sharp and final, "No's" to those kind of questions.

There is so much I miss about San Diego/SDSU though..(in no particular order)

• The people I met. I met so many amazing people here. I know for sure that some of them will be in my life forever.

I should..

blog more often.





Hola to the 3 people that read this. LOL.

By Myself

Lately, I've been trying to make more conscious efforts to do things by myself. I've found that it is so easy to rely on being around the comfort of others. Now, I'm taking the time to learn how to rely on the comfort of myself.

Interview

And few months ago I had a job interview and after a conversation I had today with someone who I will now call a mentor, I can't say for sure that I got the position.

At my internship when I'm sitting and waiting for my boss to come in or when I'm just sitting around after the day is over, I often come across someone new. Well, at least people I have yet to come across. These meetings are pretty much always random. People usually just want to inquire about what this young lady (me) is doing at this place of business. A convo usually strikes from there.

Today I met Mr. H. Initially it was an awkward meeting. I was sitting in the corner doing my Spanish homework as I sat around a to wait for my boss (who is still not here as I write this..lol) to come in. He walks in to speak to Ms. J and I remain quiet in the corner. He is an older gentleman and probably expected me to speak first--something I would normally do, but I didn't feel like detaching myself from the work I was doing. (BTW, just found out that my boss is coming in this afternoon. I guess I'll miss her today.) As he walks out of the office, he stops just outside of the door frame, turns around and says, "Hello young lady." I poke my head around my cubicle and say, "Hello," in return. Aww sh*t!! I probably should have said something first (this is a black owned establishment.. if that means anything to anyone).